Three figures shuttled through the night, almost blending into the darkness.

Monk Min concentrated on casting spells, his nose constantly sniffing the smell in the night wind.

This is the magical power of Buddhism and the dog-god form of Yogayana.

Qingfeng Li's voice rang clearly in my ears.

"All living beings are hungry ghosts, and skinned ghosts are the worst among them."

"It is because of the cannibalism of the same kind that it destroys human relations and is not tolerated by heaven and earth."

"But since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the method of making skinned ghosts has been banned, and the poison has spread widely."

"In the beginning, I was hungry and ate people. Later, in order to pursue my desires and power, I no longer satisfied my hunger. I treated the same kind as cattle and sheep and killed them for food. I fell into the hell of hungry ghosts and was never reincarnated."

"I'm afraid that only in a peaceful and prosperous era, when the people will never be hungry, and there will be no more wars in the world, can the poison of the Bo Po Ghost be eradicated."

Speaking of this, Li Qingfeng sighed, "How rare is it to have peace and prosperity?"

"Looking through the history books, for thousands of years, there have always been more troubled times than good times."

Zhong Sheng said, "There is another way."

"What?"

Li Qingfeng became interested.

"Kill all those who eat people and make ghosts."

"From now on, if anyone dares to pick up this skill again, one word, kill."

"The killing shocked the world and made everyone fearful. No one dared to set foot in the skinned ghost realm again."

Zhong Sheng glanced at Qingfeng Li and said, "This is much easier than a peaceful and prosperous age."

Simple and crude, once and for all, this is Zhong Sheng's style.

Qingfeng Li was dumbfounded. Although this method was good, he couldn't operate it.

"Yes."

Monk Min suddenly spoke and finally found a clue.

"The smell in that direction is particularly strong and...complex."

Complex means that there is more than one skinner.

The clues originally found on the embankment pointed to a skinned ghost hiding in the crowd.

But the message coming from the night wind ahead was far more than just that one, there were other companions as well.

One or two Skinners are not a big concern, but now there are several, and the threat has increased significantly.

"Don't miss this opportunity, go ahead."

Zhong Sheng was gearing up, while Li Qingfeng and Monk Min were still hesitating, but he had already rushed out.

The two of them had no choice but to continue to follow.

"Crack!"

Mancang fell to the ground, looking at the dirt falling from his eyes, he was stepped on by a foot.

The tall soldier was furious, "Commander, are you out of your mind?"

"You don't want to eat enough, and you want to fall out with us?"

Several Sergeant Zheng's soldiers tore open their skins at this moment, revealing their dark and rotten bodies, with undisguised arrogance.

Mancang just made a sudden move and caught him off guard, but he still failed.

These skinners are all full of energy after eating human flesh.

On the other hand, he himself secretly eats people on weekdays and is so weak from hunger that he even staggers when walking.

"What's wrong with cannibalism?"

Soldier Gao Da was indignant and said, "All the flesh and blood of my whole family have been eaten by my brothers. You, Captain, have also tasted it."

"Even if we didn't ask for it, you wouldn't be so angry."

"Look, your body has been beaten to pieces by us, how can you still do anything?"

He shook his head in disappointment, "You can't go back! Brothers, the team is on its way."

Mancang squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of 'home', and closed his eyes.

Before falling into darkness, he could still hear the cries of Aunt Mancang and the little girl

"Your Majesty, there is a lonely ghost ahead. Do you want to kill it?"

"Come quickly."

When Mancang regained consciousness, he was already kneeling in front of an extraordinary ghost king.

"I, King Zhongkui, would like to ask you..."

……

"Monk, there is a mother and daughter in the house. Go and protect them."

Li Qingfeng pointed at the Mancang family and started assigning them.

"Zhong Langjun and I are going to deal with those skinners."

Monk Ming's eyes widened as he heard the crying in the room and said, "My Buddha is compassionate."

When Li Qingfeng and Zhong Sheng arrived, Mancang's head had just been broken off and was rolling around on the ground after being detached from his neck.

The tall soldier squinted his eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests. "If you are hungry, the fresh meat will be delivered to your door."

Qingfeng Li opened his palms and shouted in the air, "Thunder is coming."

On the spot, a scorching light appeared, piercing the eyes so hard that they could not open their eyes.

Several skinned ghosts retreated subconsciously, and waves of scorching heat were set off in front of them, and overwhelming force hit their faces.

A crater was blasted out of the ground, and debris was scattered everywhere.

The tall soldier stood up and said angrily, "Smelly Taoist, chop him to death."

Rotten flesh and mucus flowed from his body, and several deep grooves appeared on his chest, all of which were cut by lightning.

"It's so hard."

Li Qingfeng was stunned. A thunderbolt from his palm could kill a bull.

I thought I would be able to kill at least one or two Skinners by surprise, but I didn't expect that I would only be slightly injured.

Several skinners, many of them at one end, surrounded them with evil expressions.

"Brush!"

Li Qingfeng took out a long sword from his sleeve and rolled up the silver light.

The skinned ghost transformed into a tall soldier held the tip of the sword with a grin, and a ball of talisman burned in the air, turning into fire and hitting his face, burning and smoking.

His feet staggered, and the long sword took the opportunity to pierce his chest.

The tall soldier chuckled, clamped the blade of his sword between his sternum, and swung his gun at him.

Qingfeng Li's hair stood on end, and the breeze swirled around him, turning into an afterimage, getting out of the way of the killing move of the spear that penetrated his chest.

Just a Skinner, let him be busy, what about the others?

Uh!

Zhong Sheng had an ancient sword in one hand and a fist in the other, stabbing and beating him. The remaining skinned ghosts were in pain and moaning.

"Good guy, he has rough skin and thick flesh, tougher than an armored soldier."

The fist hit the skinned ghost's chest, breaking his ribs and leaving only a sunken fist mark.

It should be noted that in the previous battle on the city, Zhong Sheng also punched through the iron cans like the armored soldiers.

"Brush!"

The ancient sword pierced the chest of a skinned ghost and stirred it a few times, but the other party smiled ferociously, acted as usual, and rushed forward to continue killing.

No wonder a group of skinned ghosts were able to stop Zhong Kui's army when he was sending off his bride.

The dark humans and ghosts in front of us are all top-notch elites, and they will not lose their combat effectiveness even if they hit the vital point.

"Daoshi Li, can you still hold on?"

Zhong Sheng asked and heard the other person's response, "I can hold on."

That's good...

Zhong Sheng held the sword in both hands and slashed horizontally with all his strength, cutting off the knees of a skinned ghost.

After the skinned ghost fell to the ground, he stabbed the ground with his broken mouth, opened his teeth and danced, and continued to attack.

A strong wind blows, mixed with this unique stench.
To be continued...