"What is this?"

Zhou Tong looked at the blue stone mill blankly, but he had not reacted for a while.

But before he could think about it, he felt a chill in his body, and a faint breath penetrated into his body along his arms.

Zhou Tong's mind was shocked and he was separated from his trance.

Zhou Ming's pious prayer was still endless, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

However, there was something wrong with the human-faced scorpion-tailed statue in front of him. His face no longer had a greedy and pleasant look, but turned into fear.

The texture on the statue, which seemed to be blood vessels, squirmed slightly, and a stream of secluded breath surged out, surging towards the Zhoutong like a river entering the sea.

Under the impact of the faint aura, Zhou Tong felt that something was ignited deep in his blood, constantly rinsing his limbs and bones, and an explosive force suddenly rose in his body.

The human-faced scorpion-tailed statue seemed to have been pulled away and gradually lost its vitality.

The feeling of living things gradually disappeared and turned into an ordinary statue again.

The prayer that had been shrouded in the dark mourning hall stopped. Zhou Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to feel something was wrong. He suddenly looked up with confusion in his eyes.

boom!

At this moment, the human-faced scorpion-tail statue shattered and turned into pieces the size of fists and burst out into all directions.

The blue-black airflow connected between Zhou Ming and the human-faced scorpion tail statue also collapsed. He seemed to be invisiblely implicated, as if he was struck by lightning, and he raised his head and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

"No!"

Zhou Ming's face changed drastically, he stood up stumbled, took two steps forward, raised his face, and looked at the broken statue, his eyes full of pain and despair.

A hoo sound made in his throat, like a wild beast that was in a desperate situation.

At this moment, Zhou Tong, who was standing by, regained control of his body.

At this moment, his skin was red, his forehead was bulging, and the power in his body reached its peak, like a volcano that was about to erupt, and he couldn't vomit.

Zhou Tong suddenly turned around and looked at Zhou Ming who was close to him, with a calm expression and punched him out.

Zhou Ming's eyes were dull and his face was full of despair. Facing Zhou Tong's counterattack, he had no reaction and was hit hard by him in the chest.

Click!

A sound of bone shattering came out.

Zhou Ming flew back a few meters away, fell to the ground, and opened his mouth and spit out some bloody and fuzzy internal organ fragments.

Then, my neck tilted and my breath was cut off.

Surviving death was extremely dangerous. Zhou Tong was breathing heavily, his heart was beating, and he took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress his agitation.

He glanced at Zhou Ming, who could not die anymore, and looked at his arm again. He couldn't believe that he actually punched the effect of "hitting someone like hanging paintings".

His eyes turned and fell on Zhou Ming again.

The other party was dead, his eyes wide open, looking at the place where the human-faced and scorpion-tailed statue was placed on the altar, with a look of unwillingness.

Now that things have happened, Zhou Tong has guessed the cause and effect of the matter.

Zhou Ming was already fine, but something was wrong after going to worship ghosts and gods. Combined with the mantra he just recited, most of them were bewitched by evil demons during this period and wanted to revive the dead through evil rituals.

"You can't live without committing your own sins!"

Zhou Tong looked at Zhou Ming with a cold expression on his face.

At this moment, he felt a daze in front of him again, and the familiar blue stone mill appeared again.

Unlike before, at this moment, a tall figure describing a terrifying figure appeared on the reins connected to the stone mill, exuding a cold air all over.

The man lowered his head and hunched his back, like a donkey, making a pose to pull the grinding.

Zhou Tong looked carefully and found that the man was Zhou Ming he had just killed.

The picture in front of me just flashed, and soon disappeared like clouds and mists dissipated.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Tong wondered why the evil spirit he killed was projected next to the blue stone mill, which made him a little confused.

However, he was not too confused, and now is not the time to think about these things.

Zhou Tong's eyes moved and he turned around and hurried out toward the door.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. He destroyed Zhou Ming's ceremony, which may have alarmed the evil demon behind him and urgently needed to find a place to obtain shelter.

He was going to the evil sanctioning department mentioned in the original owner's suicide note.

"The Evil Suppressing Division..."

Zhou Tong murmured in a low voice, with curiosity in his expression.

As soon as I traveled through time, I encountered evil spirits and almost died on the spot.

At this moment, I felt very weak and powerless. Zhou Tong couldn't wait to become stronger and have the power to protect himself.

But the problem is that he has no idea what the way to strengthen himself is.

Practice martial arts?

Practice Taoism?

Or something else?

He knew nothing about the extraordinary system of this world.

"Since the Evil Suppressing Department can handle the incident of demons and ghosts, there must be strong people who have extraordinary power in it. I hope to find some information about extraordinary people there." Zhou Tong said in his heart.

...

After leaving the door, looking at some low houses on both sides of the gray alley, some scattered images suddenly popped up in Zhou Tong's mind, and his memory loosened again and began to gradually be absorbed by him.

The journey was rushing, and soon Zhou Tong came to a grand mansion with a wide area.

Two majestic blue stone lions sat at the door, two tall, the black door was closed, two big red lanterns were lifted under the eaves, and three scarlet words "Sheng Xiesi" were written like iron-painted silver hooks on the plaque.

After knocking on the door, the door was opened soon, and a wrinkled old face stretched out, and he said sleepyly: "It's midnight, why don't you let people sleep?"

"I encountered a strange thing, which may be related to the evil demon. I came to report to the master of the Evil Suppression Department." Zhou Tong said in a deep voice.

"Evil demon?"

The old man shuddered, his sleepiness subsided, and his face changed, "Wait."

After a while, the door opened again. Under the guidance of the old man, Zhou Tong walked through two gray corridors and came to a light yellow attic.

Walking into it, a big man with a back and a black eye mask sitting on a chair with a strong back and a calm temperament.

Seeing Zhou Tong being taken in, the one-eyed strong man narrowed his eyes slightly and said directly: "You met an evil demon? Tell me what happened."

"Yes." Zhou Tong did not dare to neglect.

According to the draft he had written on the road, 99% of what he said were true, but he just concealed the part of his time travel and the blue stone mill, saying that he was in danger of disaster.

After hearing this, the one-eyed strong man looked solemn and murmured:

"The blood river surging, the yin wind turns nine times, the bloodline serves as a sacrifice, and the soul is reincarnated? It is indeed a typical evil method."

Then, he looked at the old man in the hall and said, "Let me find two night patrolmen to check the address this kid said."

Zhou Tong's memory was recovered on the way he came. He learned some basic information about himself. He had just told the address of the one-eyed man's home.

The old man quickly took the order and turned around and left quickly.

The one-eyed man turned his gaze on Zhou Tong again, pondered for a moment, and said curiously: "Then how did you escape? Your father was alienated by evil magic and had become a half-human and half-ghost evil spirit.

Although this kind of evil spirit is not even as good as the lowest level demon, you are an ordinary person and logically there is no possibility of survival."

Zhou Tong made a confused look and said:

"I can't explain this. At that time, I was controlled by my father, and blood flowed into the statue. Then suddenly my blood boiled all over my body, and a powerful force was inexplicably grown in my body.

After the ceremony failed, my father seemed to be traumatized, so I took advantage of the chaos to give him a punch. By the way, my father was blown away by me, and I don’t know where I got such a lot of strength.”

"Blood boils? Hit it away with one punch?"

The one-eyed man's eyes flashed slightly, and he flashed and came to Zhou Tong, grabbing his arm directly.

"Sir, are you?" Zhou Tong was slightly surprised.

The one-eyed strong man ignored him, and a thick breath flowed into Zhou Tong's body.

A low scream came from the air.

In an instant, Zhou Tong felt an inexplicable force in his body as if activated, and a blue-black ghost pattern slowly appeared on his left arm.

Zhou Tong looked down.

I saw that the evil ghost pattern was roaring to the sky, and there was a blue-black mountain on its back.

"Ghost bloodline, sure enough! This makes sense."

The one-eyed strong man quickly let go of his hand and nodded on his own.
Chapter completed!