In the alley in the north of the city, Li Zhujiu walked slowly through an alley and came to a gate.
The red paint on the door is a little grayish and looks like it has aged a lot.
She swayed, passed through the gate using earth-moving magic, and entered the mansion.
The courtyard of the mansion is full of weeds. It must have been that no one has taken care of it for a long time.
At the four corners of the courtyard, there was a pitch-black chain tied to it. It was not the usual rust color, but a black and red chain that had been stained with too much blood.
On the other end of the iron chain, in the center of the courtyard, hung a red coffin, with a faint gray mist escaping outside under the cold moonlight.
Li Zhujiu sniffed, turned over and jumped onto the coffin, only to find that it was empty.
"That's right! Where did you go?"
Li Zhujiu murmured, looking around but not finding the ghost, so he took out a handful of melon seeds from his storage bag, sat down by the coffin lid and began to eat them.
After waiting for a while, the melon seed shells beside me were bulging like a hill, but there was still no movement at all.
"If I had known if I had changed with Li Shang, he would have stopped working."
Li Zhujiu sighed, threw the last melon seed into his mouth, stretched out his slender jade fingers and touched the long sword hanging in the air.
With a swing of the sword, the iron chains hanging around the red-painted coffin were cut off. Without the restraints of the iron chains, the coffin fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
At this moment, the dark wind howled, and the originally empty coffin suddenly erupted into a column of black smoke.
Li Zhujiu was startled. He walked around the coffin and found two golden light talismans attached to the edge of the bush.
"Oh, I'm so stupid!"
Li Zhujiu slapped his head, stretched out his hand to peel off the two golden light talismans, and immediately used his sword energy to stop the black energy from Yuan Dun.
The black energy turned into a blurry image of a man in mid-air. He looked at Li Zhujiu with a pale face: "Fellow Taoist, you and I have no grievances. If you let me live, it can be regarded as a good relationship."
Li Zhujiu raised his eyebrows, shook the long sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "What a good relationship, not even the golden light talisman can cover up the vitality on your body. If I let you go, I will be kidnapped."
I will die of disgust!"
"Since your Excellency insists on doing this, I will teach you some clever tricks."
The man with a pale face turned ferocious. With a wave of his arm, all his blood gathered and turned into a dark green eagle claw, which fiercely grabbed Li Zhujiu.
Li Zhujiu cleverly avoided it and looked at the dark green liquid left by the eagle's claws on the ground. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
"It seems that Song Zhiyu's father's strange illness has something to do with you."
The pale-faced man raised his hand, and the rich blood in the courtyard steamed up, turning into a large bowl, which was placed directly above Li Zhujiu's head. At the same time, he flew toward Li Zhujiu with his hands in the shape of claws.
, with a whirring sound, it crashed into Li Zhujiu's chest.
At the critical moment, a sword light burst out from Li Zhujiu's heart, cutting the pale man into two halves along with the surrounding blood.
Li Zhujiu patted his chest with a weird look on his face and muttered, "If you dare to hit me in the heart, you are really not afraid of death."
The night sky was lonely, except for the occasional barking of dogs, the whole house fell into a deep sleep and there was no movement.
Lin Yanli's voice came along the wind, causing Li Zhujiu to stop drawing her sword. She bent down and sewed the two halves of the man back together, pinched his neck and chuckled: "You're lucky.
, you can die later.”
She thought of something and added, "Oh, no, you seem to have died a long time ago."
After that, Li Zhujiu took out a talisman from his storage bag and placed it between the man's eyebrows, tied a rope around the man's neck, and slowly dragged him out of the yard.
"I don't know what's going on with little brother Li Shang." Li Zhujiu murmured, walking quickly out of the alley, and saw a three-headed vicious dog on the spacious street avenue.
One of the vicious dog's heads held a white skull in its mouth, with bright textures and an oily sheen under the moonlight.
Li Shang was holding the heavy sword, his shoulders rising and falling with his chest. He heard Li Zhujiu's footsteps, turned around and waved to Li Zhujiu.
Li Zhujiu sighed. Although Li Shang now has the strength of the middle stage of Qi training, it is still too difficult to deal with a second-level ghost.
"Brother Li Shang, I'll leave this guy to you!"
Li Zhujiu grabbed the man by the collar and threw the man next to Li Shang.
Li Chang blinked his eyes, pushed the hilt of the sword with his palm and put the epee into the sword case behind him. He grabbed the rope around the man's neck with his right hand and dragged him to the crossroads. He whispered: "Sister Zhujiu, be careful of this dog spitting."
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Li Zhujiu raised his finger, and three swords flashed like rainbows, falling from the sky, smashing the clouds, and cutting off three heads of the evil dogs at the same time.
The speed of the sword is staggering, but it is so natural.
Li Zhujiu was stunned, turned to look at Li Chang, and said with confusion on his face: "Brother Li Chang, did you say something just now?"
Li Sang smiled sarcastically and gave Li Zhujiu a thumbs up, "I said Sister Zhujiu is very powerful."
"Of course!" Li Zhujiu puffed up his chest, pointed his fingers forward, and flashed several sword lights, killing the vicious dog to pieces.
"You don't need to take this one with you, it looks disgusting." Li Zhujiu clapped his hands, as if he had done an insignificant thing.
"There will be a powerful person to fight later. Let's go to the south of the city to find Xiao Yanli."
Li Chang nodded, pulled the sword box up behind his back, and dragged the man to follow Li Zhujiu's footsteps.
It didn't take long to walk from the north to the south of the city. Li Zhujiu was chewing melon seeds while talking to Li Shang about sword skills. When he walked to an intersection, he happened to meet Qin Kunyu in tattered clothes. He also had a ghost tied to his hand.
Unlike Li Zhujiu, what he caught was a zombie with green hair on its face.
"Brother Kunyu, your practice is not enough!"
Li Zhujiu couldn't help but joked when he saw Qin Kunyu's embarrassed appearance.
"The leader taught you a lesson!" Qin Kunyu lowered his head with shame on his face and did not dare to complain at all.
He turned his head and looked at Li Chang, somewhat surprised: "Brother Li Chang, why are you... so clean!"
He was beaten twice by this zombie and vomited blood. He used all his strength to subdue this second-level ghost. Li Chang was just a fake monk, much weaker than him. With his body so white, could it be that the ghost he dealt with was weak?
Li Shang spread her hands and said seriously: "Because I could run and run, I ran into Sister Zhujiu. Then Sister Zhujiu screamed and killed the ghost."
Qin Kunyu shook the corner of his mouth, okay, it does feel good to be covered by someone.
Li Zhujiu and Li Shang were from the same hometown. Both of them were surnamed Li, and both came from Mutian City in the north.
He heard that there were many powerful monks in Mutian City, and he wondered if he would ever have the chance to take a look.