"I'm curious, who is the person who comforts the souls of the dead here?" As I spoke, I walked towards the back of the deserted village. Far away, I heard the sound of chisels carving stones from a house made of iron sheets.

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The stone temple in the deserted village should have come from that house.

I walked to the door of the house, cupped my fists and said, "Warlock Li Po, please see the owner of this place."

Someone in the room said calmly: "The door is unlocked, come in by yourself!"

I stepped into the house, and the first thing I saw was a sloppy old man carving a stone temple on the stone with a chisel.

This kind of stone temple must be formed in one go. Once you start, you cannot stop in the middle. Whether you stop chiseling or break the stone, it means all your previous efforts have been wasted.

The man knew clearly that I had entered the door, but he didn't even raise his head: "You're here to see Sun Yu, right? He lives in a shack outside. Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Can you settle it yourself?"

After hearing this, Xiao Zhao wanted to rush out and kill someone, but Lin Zhao grabbed his neck and pulled him back, and stuck a magic talisman on the wall.

The man paused his hands slightly: "Master! Are you really just looking for Sun Yu?"

I said calmly: "Two years ago, Lao Suntou picked up the body of a man named Fan Fang. That man's body was nowhere to be found. I think he must have been in your hands, right?"

The man's hand holding the iron drill tightened: "Who are you?"

"The person who borrowed his life." I said solemnly: "I'll take Fan Fang away. How about it being a convenience for my friend?"

According to Xiao Zhao, Lao Suntou was not a master of martial arts. He was able to escape death because someone was behind it.

If, I guessed correctly, that person is the person he came to find.

The man opposite me chiseled the stone again, but with much gentler force. He was already on guard against me.

While I was staring at him closely, Lin Zhao came in carrying an old man: "He is here, and Fan Fang's body is also nearby?"

My voice sank slightly: "My friend, have you thought about it?"

The man held the chisel tightly: "If you come to me to ask for someone, you have to tell me why, right?"

I said in a deep voice: "I want to take an earth soul away. Fan Fang has something to do with that earth soul. So..."

Before I finished speaking, the chisel in the man's hand suddenly moved, and the unfinished bluestone flew toward me like an unloaded cannonball.

I raised my hand and punched the stone, and the bluestone the size of a basin was turned into powder by me on the spot. The fine stone powder danced all over the sky, but the man used the dust to cover up and crashed into the back door of the room.

Lin Zhao, who was well prepared, grabbed the man's arm with a claw in the air, pinched the man's elbow with his fingers like hooks, and pulled him back, dragging him to the spot.

What Lin Zhao didn't expect was that the other party actually slashed his arm with a knife. When Lin Zhao wanted to take the knife, the man had already rushed out of the house dragging his half-broken arm.

Lin Zhao brought the severed hand in front of me and said, "Jugglery?"

It is indeed a highly realistic prosthetic hand. Without careful identification, it is difficult to tell that it is a prosthetic hand.

Puppetry is unique among Jianghu secret arts, but there are not many people who practice puppetry. More people are people who perform tricks. The person just used Jianghu magic. They can only make prostheses similar to the human body, but

You can't create a real puppet.

Those who perform "broken arms and rebirth" in the world use this kind of thing.

I said coldly: "Don't worry, he won't go far."

As I stepped out of the back door, I suddenly felt a bloody wind blowing from behind. When I turned around, I was facing a stone temple on the eaves.

The next moment, a figure with a bloody face sat up from the roof, pressed his hands on the eaves, leaned forward and brought the bloody face in front of my eyes.

The blood in the other person's eyes flashed, and he grabbed my throat with both hands.

Before a pair of cold ghost claws got close to my neck, I grabbed the opponent's neck with a backhand claw and pulled him off the eaves: "Friend, this trick of yours is useful for low-level warlocks, but not for me."

Yes, if you don't want me to slaughter this village again, you'd better come out quickly."

I carried the struggling ghost and turned to the courtyard. All the ghosts in the stone temple appeared. Hundreds of ghosts surrounded Lin Zhao and me. Countless pupils were filled with blood, staring at

I saw the faces of Lin Zhao and me.

When the evil ghost looks at a person, it can trigger palpitations in the other person's heart. People who are in poor health may fall to the ground due to accelerated heartbeat, or even die on the spot.

However, their tricks had no effect on Lin Zhao and me.

Wouldn't it be a big joke if a warlock whose skill has reached the realm of metamorphosis can still be scared to death by ordinary ghosts?

I carried the ghost and said, "Friend, if you don't come out yet, I'm really going to take action. Once this ghost dies, all the ghosts in the village will go crazy. At that time, I might be able to solve some trouble for you. At least,

You don’t need to carve stone temples.”
Chapter completed!