As I walked forward, I explained: "When I walked to the intersection of Yin and Yang, I felt that the man named Wang should not have such a high level of cultivation. Otherwise, if he wanted to monopolize the underwater underground palace, he would not have to use calculations, but forcefully break through the underground palace.

Already."

"However, at that time, I was still not sure whether my judgment was correct. If the underwater underground palace is more terrifying than I expected, it would not be surprising with the Wang family's cultivation. Therefore, I have been testing my opponents."

"If the man named Wang hadn't come out, I wouldn't have dared to set foot on the Yin-Yang Road rashly. His appearance actually confirmed my judgment - the Yin-Yang Road only has its appearance."

Old Liu Tou said: "Is that man named Wang already wishing to die? I don't think he resisted."

I stopped and looked at the coffin stone behind me: "It's hard to tell!"

The man named Wang did die in front of me, but whether he begged for death or gave up resistance at the last moment made me a little confused.

As I spoke, I had already stepped into the entrance of the village. The remote mountain village with only three or four adobe houses seemed unusually quiet, but that kind of quietness can make people feel heart palpitations.

Zhao Zhuang and the others even held their breath unconsciously. Old Liu pointed to the house in the middle: "That's the stupid wife's home."

When I looked forward in the direction of Old Liu's finger, I saw a woman wearing a red cotton-padded jacket sitting on the roof of the house, looking down at the rest of us and giggling.

When Old Liu saw me staring at one place without moving, he quickly took out two leaves from his pocket and wiped his eyes twice: "That's a fool! Why is she dead?"

Old Liu Tou's exclamation died down, and the door of the house opened automatically from the inside to the outside. The woman in the red cotton-padded jacket hung at the door like a door curtain.

When the pungent smell of blood floated toward me from the room, a bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart: "It's broken! Get in the house quickly!"

Before Old Liu Tou and the others could react, the two knives in my hand circled out horizontally and vertically. The flying midnight had just cut off the rope hanging the corpse, and the vertically flying daytime penetrated the chest of the corpse.

When the corpse in the air was carried by the scimitar and flew one meter upside down and fell to the ground, I rushed to the door, pulled out the scimitar from the corpse and went straight to the back room.

Before I could stand firmly on my feet, I closed my eyes with a bit of regret.

I came too slowly.

The dragon fish had been skinned and shaved, and the fish bones and heads were thrown on the ground. It was chopped into several pieces and put into six ghost cauldrons and put on the fire to make soup. The rich fish aroma spread along the mouth of the cauldron.

out.

The young man sitting on the kang didn't seem to see us coming in. He picked up a spoon and took a sip of the fish soup: "The soup cooked by the dragon fish is just different."

Zhao Zhuang, who came in with me, was so angry that he was shaking all over. Ding Zhong rushed forward and struck the young man with an axe. But at this time, I shouted: "Don't kill anyone!"

Ding Zhong forcibly took back the ax, grabbed the man's hair, pulled him off the kang, and dragged him to me: "Kneel down!"

I turned around and glanced at Lao Liu: "Is he Dazhu?"

Old Liu pulled the other person's hair and looked around several times: "Yes, it's him!"

The other party said in a cold voice: "My name is not Dazhuzi, my name is Wang Xin."

I leaned over and looked at him: "Who asked you to kill this fish?"

Wang Xin said: "My ancestors said that if someone comes in, kill the fish quickly. Cook what can be cooked, burn what can be burned, and don't leave any fish behind."

I quickly asked: "What's going on with the dead man at the door?"

Wang Xin said casually: "The one who hung her up by herself should have died long ago. Just in time, you are here and there is someone to collect her body."

Old Liu was so angry that his beard trembled: "Are you talking in human language? That's your mother!"

"So what? It's not the same as dying." Wang Xin said disapprovingly: "It's great to die! You don't have to suffer here."

I stared at Wang Xin closely and said, "Where are the people at the coffin stone?"

"That! He is my grandfather!" Wang Xin said: "The ancestors said that he has no longer been in the same league with the old Wang family. If he can guard the door, let him guard it. If he can't, don't worry about him."

Wang Xin said: "You should also kill me, right? Let me eat before you do it, and I will have to be a dead ghost until I die."

While Wang Xin was talking, he wanted to go over to drink fish soup. Ding Zhong couldn't hold it in anymore. He raised his hand and struck the back of the opponent's head with an axe. Wang Xin fell to the ground without even saying a word.

Before the opponent's body fell to the ground, I turned my right hand hanging by my side into a claw and grabbed Wang Xin behind his head from the air.

I use the "soul grabbing hand" that is commonly used in magic. Some warlocks can grab the soul of a dead person before he or she dies. Those with advanced skills can even pull out the soul of a living person.

I can't reach the level of pulling out the soul, but it's enough to get Wang Xin's ghost out.

I had just pulled Wang Xin's ghost halfway out of his body when a sudden force surged out from the ghost cauldron, pulling Wang Xin's soul in the opposite direction.
Chapter completed!