"A fierce ghost who knows how to use a sword defeated Uncle Jin with one sword?"
"You're such a white ghost, I'm scared...wait, is this a human, with a human face?"
"Uncle Jin is too weak, is he just gone?"
"Everyone is so black. Could it be that their souls were chopped off, or were they eaten by this white-faced ghost?"
"Working on effects?"
"Look, there seems to be a scar on Uncle Jin's chest..."
"This ghost is not simple. It is obvious that there is a change in the world of ghosts and Buddhas, and a saint will be born soon. The Taoist Master listens to this saint's advice and goes home."
"Old Fu, hurry up and escort me!"
"Hurry up, matchmaker!"
"..."
After a brief pause, the Jinxing screen flashed one comment after another.
They were floating in front of her forehead, but the matchmaker didn't even look at them.
Completely different from the spiritual masters who watched the battle through the screen and had a buffer, the matchmaker's positive experience was too shocking.
Uncle Jin was beheaded and suddenly hung in front of him with a white face.
When the ghost uttered human words, she could even smell a rotten smell, and her thoughts froze:
"Uncle Jin is dead..."
"The fierce ghost carries the sword..."
"He still understands human nature and can talk..."
The white-faced ghost's jaw was still stuck on Uncle Jin's headless corpse, and he was only one body away from the matchmaker.
It sniffed greedily and intoxicatedly, and its long tongue stretched out, almost licking the matchmaker's cheek.
"run!"
An urgent shout came from the distance: "Miss! Matchmaker! Wake up and run!"
The matchmaker turned around and ran away.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The white-faced ghost enjoys the thrill of hunting very much. He is not in a hurry to kill. He only curls his lips up to his temples and narrows his smile into a slit.
It nudged it with its chin.
Uncle Jin's body fell to the ground with a sound.
The fixed direction of the Jinxing picture is backward.
Only then did the spectators realize that Uncle Jin was not joking. He might not be able to come back.
Mr. Fu's anxiety and matchmaker's panic are not for effect.
Their Taixu team encountered a terrifying ghost that could destroy the team - this was unheard of in half a year!
"girl……"
The white-faced ghost was wearing a green shirt and an old robe, holding a long black sword in his hand, "No one can escape under my sword."
He holds the sword in both hands and draws it slowly, which is very freehand.
"Spiritual Slash."
With a brush sound, the faint green sword light bloomed.
The matchmaker ran in front, and the sword light came from behind and struck the back of her neck in an instant.
From Jin Xing's perspective, the sword light grows from small to large, as if it is about to cut out of the screen.
"Matchmaker!"
At the critical moment, Mr. Fu threw a talisman high in the distance and commanded blood: "Golden Yuan Shield!"
The matchmaker stumbled, and a golden spiritual shield appeared around her, giving her a sense of security.
The faint green sword light came and struck the Jin Yuan shield without even a trace of light white scratches.
A bunch of messages flashed across my forehead instantly:
"Okay! Protected!"
"This white-faced ghost seems to be nothing more than that. It's a pity that Uncle Jin died in its sneak attack, but it will definitely not be able to defeat Mr. Fu who is on guard."
There are also those who are awake and see something:
"No! If Uncle Jin didn't notice before he died, how could Mr. Fu be on the same level as Uncle Jin and save the matchmaker?"
"Look, that ghost...is he laughing?"
"That's bad, the trickster, Fu Laowei!"
The matchmaker came back to her senses in the joy of surviving the disaster. She turned the golden bead to one side and showed it to Mr. Fu. Her whole body was shocked:
"Old Fu..."
She let out a cry of pain: "No!"
In the picture, Mr. Fu with a goatee, without any prelude, was bleeding from all his orifices and stood frozen on the spot.
Nine bloody holes were left on his forehead, neck, chest, abdomen, front of his legs, shoulders and knees at some unknown time.
The afterimage of the Black Sword's attack barely faded away.
The white-faced ghost had already ridden on Mr. Fu's shoulder, sitting astride him with a grin on his face.
The sword in its hand went from top to bottom, like a stick that penetrated the whole roasted sheep, and pierced into Fu Laotian's spiritual cap.
"laugh!"
The sword penetrated the body and blood splattered everywhere.
In front of the golden apricot painting, the number of spectators has soared to nearly one million, and they were all watching with trembling hearts.
"When did this ghost pass by?"
"When did it come out with the sword? Why didn't you see it clearly at all?"
"Nine sword wounds, nine nails of the ghost sword? Isn't this the art of hunting ghosts? I remember, it was the Seven Swordsman of the previous generation...what was his name?"
Comments flood comments.
Everyone was just giving it away, not many people were picking it up and looking at it.
In fact, most of the people who posted comments had closed other comments and just focused on the picture.
The golden apricot picture is a wide-angle picture.
Mr. Fu and the White-faced Ghost have never been painted from beginning to end, except that one is in the center and the other is on the side.
And just at the moment when Mr. Fu took action to protect the matchmaker and the scene changed, nine bloody holes were stabbed in his body?
"Really a saint?"
There is always a guy who calls himself "this saint" pretending to be in the comments, but not many people pay attention to it.
But I kept scrolling and watched more, and I remembered it.
Now it seems that if you are not a saint, how can you kill Taixu like killing a chicken?
"Old Fu is dead too?"
"It's fake, they must be acting it out, Uncle Jin is not dead either!"
"Look! Old Fu's fingers can still move, and he pinched out a talisman..."
Someone with sharp eyes saw Mr. Fu who had multiple penetrating wounds on his body. Under the cover of his sleeves, he tremblingly took out a purple thunder talisman.
On it, there are faint fluctuations of holy power.
This is actually disappointing.
Mr. Fu made an unconscious "Uh-huh" sound in his mouth, his body was shaking like chaff, and he even took out the holy power talisman.
If this is an act, the price is not small.
And his acting skills should be better than Shou Ye.
"Hiss, hiss..."
In the midst of everyone's anticipation, the talisman in Lao Fu's hand had not even been revealed yet, and the white-faced ghost sitting on his shoulders laughed jokingly.
Without even a moment's hesitation, it scoffed, pulled out the long black sword from head to foot, and said sarcastically:
"The Clay Bodhisattva is crossing the river. He cannot protect himself, but he still wants to protect others?"
The wind rises.
Mr. Fu was covered in black, fell to the ground with a bang, and was no longer alive.
The white-faced ghost stretched out its long tongue like a snake's tongue and licked all the way from the tip of the black sword.
After it tasted the blood and sucked the soul, its body became slightly shiny, and its pale face turned half rosy.
"tasty."
"But after all, I'm old and I smell bad."
With a flick of the brush, the two eyes filled with will-o'-the-wisps stared at the matchmaker and the millions of spectators in front of the golden apricot painting.
The demonic wind in the world of ghosts and Buddhas whines.
The sounds of howling wolves and ghosts crying could be heard everywhere.
The fog shrouded the place where the stone tablets of the Zhongyuan Realm were located. Even across the golden apricots, the millions of spectators could not help but feel chills in their scalps.
"Dead!"
"It's so dead!"
"Old Fu has had his soul sucked dry, and so has Uncle Jin. Then the next step is... Matchmaker, run away!"
Millions of people all realized that something was wrong.
Nowadays in the field of outdoor preaching, Brother Yi, who is drunk in the wind, is not so diligent and only occasionally chats with everyone.
Although the first sister, Hong Niang, is not as good as Feng Zhongzui, she can still be said to be better than her.
The key points are that she is beautiful, has a slim figure, speaks and chats in a way that suits everyone's taste, and her financial resources, background, and escorts are far superior to others.
If she falls, the preaching world will lose an Optimus Prime!
"I……"
The matchmaker really wanted to run, but found that she could no longer pull her legs out.
Her legs were like lead, exposed to the icy cold wind, and felt bone-piercing pain from the beating of the flying snowflakes.
"I can't move..."
She was crying, and she didn't know whether it was the pressure of the semi-saint or fear.
When the white-faced ghost tilted his head and looked at her with a mocking smile, she was helpless and alone, as if the boat was about to capsize, and she burst into tears.
"Run!"
"First move your left foot, then your right foot, don't you know how to do this?"
A large number of comments floated in front of her forehead, and the matchmaker couldn't move at all.
She could only watch helplessly as the white-faced ghost lost interest, pulled out his sword from a distance, and pointed it in the air:
"Talk..."
A bit of coldness is surprising.
Millions of people held their breath in front of the Golden Apricot.
At this moment, there was a "ding-dong" sound, the mist was rising and falling all around, and bursts of distant bells were heard.
Accompanied by this, there was also the "creak" sound of the wheels running over the ground, and a melancholy poem:
"In the morning, we set out to conquer Duo, and we travel to mourn our hometown..."
…
"who?"
"Where did you come from? Instead of running away at this time, you jumped into the fire pit. Didn't you hear Mr. Fu's scream just now?"
"The voice sounds familiar?"
"Carriage? Driving a carriage? It's ridiculous. Whose dandy is this? He came to the world of ghosts and Buddhas to experience. As soon as he went out, he encountered a semi-saint level ghost. Okay! These guys who were born with good luck should all die!"
"Wait a minute, why does this cinnamon carriage sound familiar to me?"
"Has no one analyzed this poem? There is a feeling of homesickness..."
"The matchmaker should really be homesick now. She hasn't lived in the Xing Realm very much. She has been playing in the ghost and Buddha realm. Now it's better. She hunts geese all day long and gets pecked by geese in the end."
Another long list of messages floated in front of his forehead, full of messages about his ambition but lack of strength, and even some hatred of the rich.
After all, there is nothing they can do to help if they want to intervene through a illusory golden apricot scene.
The matchmaker doesn't expect that there are actually semi-saints among these people who can suddenly come over and save her.
Her only life-saving straw at this moment is the cinnamon carriage that slowly comes from the fog, and only the guards behind the cinnamon carriage represent the descendants of the Taixu family...:
"Save me! Help me!"
"I'm a matchmaker, I can give you a lot of things, give you everything, I can even help you move into Xingjie!"
Check into Xingjie.
These four words are really not too popular in today's five regions.
Even if it was the enemy who killed his father, when he was about to die, he said face to face that he could help "move into the apricot world" and swore a poisonous oath.
The avenger might actually retaliate by saying, "When is the time to retaliate?", then put down the butcher's knife and turn back to go ashore.
"Huh?"
The white-faced ghost pointed his sword at the matchmaker and made a puzzled sound.
It had already been used with one sword, but when the phrase "rise in the morning to conquer the Duo, a traveler mourns his hometown" came out, I couldn't help but feel one way...
I really want to know what is underneath.
So he endured the backlash from his sword, and the white-faced ghost forcefully held back the sword, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the carriage with the "Zheng Duo" hanging on it.
"Creak, creak..."
The slowly approaching bronze-colored cinnamon carriage is truly luxurious, and even the wheels smell of expensive construction. This is a descendant of a family with a humble beginning.
In fact, there are very few real dandies who can come out to practice Taoism in the Holy Spirit Continent. Most of them are qualified and well-educated.
Even if some people like to play, in the face of their spiritual talents, they are just trivial things that cannot hide their flaws.
But this carriage is different.
Judging from the configuration staff, it seems to be somewhat strong on the outside but dry on the inside.
Because even the old and thin coachman sitting in front of the carriage looked a little vulgar, and his mouth was extremely indecent:
"Sir, there is a weak woman in front of me. She is beautiful, slim and juicy. She is in trouble. I will give you everything. Do you want to stop?"
"Old man Li, don't try. Is this your mission target today?" A light coughing sound came from the car, the sound of a sick man.
"Hey, sir, I have to do some work when I get back, so please give me a humble answer...save it, or not?"
"If you don't save them, there are so many miserable people in the world. How many people in the world love the common people? Who can save them one by one?"
"Okay, let's drive!"
Crunch, crunch...
The carriage drove slowly away, leaving behind a dead silence.
The matchmaker was stunned on the spot, unable to believe that all this was happening.
In more than twenty years of living, she has never seen any man... A normal man's eyes would stay on her for less than three breaths.
But this pair of carriages...
Old Man Li glanced at her and then looked away, as if he saw some stunning beauties every day.
From the beginning to the end, the sick young man never even opened the curtain of the carriage, and he kept a respectful distance from him inside and outside his words.
Just hearing your voice makes your kidney essence weak. If you don't save me, are you rushing to reincarnate?
The matchmaker bit her lower lip, with tears in her eyes, and remained silent.
She actually understood that it was right not to save her.
Give yourself a step down, you can avoid that white-faced ghost and walk out of the Zhongyuan world alive.
The owner and servant of this carriage are smart people.
But……
What about me?
You guys are gone, where am I, matchmaker?
The matchmaker was silent, but Jin Xing's comments suddenly boiled over. Apparently, everyone couldn't bear it anymore:
"Who is this! Talking arrogantly and being arrogant! He still keeps saying 'love the common people', that's the 'great emperor of the common people'! Do you think you are the Shou Ye, actually comparing yourself to the great emperor?"
"Save him, he's so weak. He saw that the matchmaker was Jin Xing. He knew there were millions of people watching. He just pretended to be embarrassed. In fact, he was in the carriage.
, are you scared to the point of peeing?"
"If you don't save me, I won't save you. My matchmaker doesn't need your help. The descendant of Taixu will die badly! Matchmaker, run away!"
"This white-faced ghost is also stupid. Why is he so stunned? If I were that ghost, I would step forward with one sword and kill the evil servant first, and then kill the sick boy to vent the hatred in my heart!"
"Calm down, everyone, haven't you noticed that something is wrong with the white-faced ghost? It seems to be under control..."
No one can calm down.
No one even noticed why as soon as the sick man opened his mouth, even the white-faced ghost stopped and paid respectful attention.
"Bah..."
The white-faced ghost himself doesn’t know why.
He was holding the sword, with a cold breath in his mouth, and felt a little worried on his face - just now he actually interrupted the attack and suffered the backlash!
But the white-faced ghost is indeed a white-faced ghost, and has the keenest intuition about combat. From the most primitive perception, it felt that it might be better to let the carriage go than to catch up with them.
I don't know why, but the appearance of this feeling made the ghost even more irritated and wanted to chop something into pieces.
"kill!"
The white-faced ghost slashed the black sword.
It actually followed the guidance of its heart and no longer stared at the carriage. Instead, it turned back to look at the matchmaker, licked its lips and said:
"Those two trash will only stain our souls if we eat them, so let them go."
"And you, beauty, your taste is so fresh... huh?"
The white-faced ghost paused for a moment and felt a little hairy behind his back.
Behind, the carriage that was supposed to be going far away and driving into the fog suddenly stopped, and Old Man Li's voice came from the car:
"Sir, it scolded us."
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