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Chapter 137 The Dead
But there was a rustling sound, like the teeth of some kind of beast, or like a blade slicing through the cold wall.

Then, one after another, the ghosts that came to life like jackals staggered out of the deep alleys.

Either dragged their stumped limbs, or supported their own heads, or their bodies were covered with blood, and they were only fished out of the water when they were wet.

"Si~kong~ Boss, just because of the grimace, you... actually killed us, you, you are so cruel..."

Two unkempt ghosts who looked like mummies suddenly rushed from both sides of Sikong, mad and resentful, and thrust their sharp fingers into Sikong's chest.

These two ghosts are exactly the Red Devil and Chuan Hai who were used by Sikong as the culture medium for the precious blood of Christ!
"Humph!"

Sikong snorted angrily, his energy and spirit were highly concentrated, he bit his finger, forcing out a drop of extraordinarily bright red blood.

'Duh! '

Sikong shot out the blood bead with his fingers, and the blood bead split into two smaller drops of blood in the air, and when it landed on the two ghosts, it was like adding fuel to the fire, crackling like thunder!

Bursts of thick black air emanated from the bodies of the two ghosts, and the two ghosts retreated quickly in pain.

People are afraid of ghosts, but how come ghosts are not afraid of people?

Not to mention Sikong, even those strong men with a strong body and no fear in their hearts dare to walk alone in the deserted tombs in the middle of the night, and the ghosts who wait for idleness will be frightened away by the strong blood on the strong man. Dare to step forward.

Butcher knives, skinning knives, and even war knives drenched in human blood have become regular items for ordinary people to ward off evil spirits because of their evil spirit.

Although Sikong is only one-dimensional micro-string-level intermediate-level cultivation, but he is already washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, and his blood is so strong that he almost condenses blood lead, which contains extremely strong yang energy.

Especially at a mental threshold of 30 points, the spirit, energy, and spirit are highly condensed. This drop of ordinary blood is enough to compare to the blood on the tip of the tongue of someone who has never practiced.

But at this moment, a ghost with a sunken chest, rolled up eye whites, and covered with corpse spots, exuding a cold and sinister aura suddenly sprang out from behind Sikong.

Wherever he passed, even the floor was covered with a layer of frost.

"East Ninth District is mine! You stole my leader, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

Unlike other ghosts, although this ghost's mind is still extreme and crazy, its words are exceptionally clear, but it has no emotion, as blunt as a machine.

Feeling the far beyond one-dimensional aura of this ghost, Sikong felt pain in his heart.

Judging from what he said, he seems to be the little boss of the previous East Ninth District?

Then, his cultivation during his lifetime must have reached two dimensions.

Another drop of blood was forced out, just like Sikong imagined, this drop of blood had no effect on this ghost, and even the yin energy on the surface of the body did not break through.

"Give it back, give it back to me!"

The little boss ghost repeated this sentence repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a leaf, sticking to Sikong's face, and his fingers were like sharp blades, grabbing at Sikong's face.

At the same time, a sinister and lingering consciousness enveloped Sikong, and Sikong only felt that his joints were extremely stiff, and even his thinking was half a beat slower.

Martial arts awareness!

Sikong Hanhen took action, and his mental domain unambiguously formed a spiritual storm, shattering the vicious consciousness that enveloped him, and instead rushed towards the little boss ghost.

Unexpectedly, the moment the mental storm touched the little boss ghost, it was like falling into a quagmire, and even more negative emotions of madness, regret, fear, and grief floated from the mental storm into Sikong's mind.

'Damn! '

Sikong shielded his head with both hands, and felt a sharp pain in his arm, a burning sensation of corrosion, and a frozen cold feeling mixed together, almost numb Sikong's entire arm!
Hundreds of explosive fists!
Sikong felt ruthless in his heart, ignoring his unconscious arms, the soles of his feet exerted strength, almost cracking the floor, like an iron bull soaring into the sky, his fists slammed hard on the little boss's chest.

'Crack, click! '

Sikong's eyes darkened, and he strode back dozens of steps. His two arms suddenly became weak, unable to rest on his shoulders, and a shocking piece of bone appeared at the elbow. It was bloody, with some attachments. Bone and blood.

On the other hand, the little boss ghost was only knocked away by this force, stepped back a few steps, and was unscathed, and was even aroused by Sikong!

'Failed! '

Sikong turned and fled without hesitation, but he felt a little annoyed in his heart.

His spiritual domain value of up to 30 points, and the martial arts consciousness driven by the spiritual domain value have always been his means of pressing the bottom of the box, and it is the most important hole card.

Youdao is a new move, and it is popular all over the world. With the extremely rare sense of martial arts, coupled with the hundred-explosive fist that is indomitable and can give full play to one's strength, Sikong can be said to be a god and Buddha without fear, walking in high dimensions unscathed Among the cultivators.

Even, dragging his damaged and sick body, he killed Grimace with just one move.

Extremely proud, the horseshoe is spring breeze, and it is inevitable to bring a little arrogance in my heart.

But at this moment, the physical damage of these illusory ghosts in front of him is almost ineffective, and even the martial arts consciousness has many constraints, and it can only protect Sikong himself from the persecution of the ghosts.

Now, Sikong is just a low-level maintainer with no confidence at all, and he truly understands the cruel gap between different realms.

Life and death are involuntary.

The little boss ghost was like a maggot attached to the bone, flitting towards Sikong lightly, with such a fast speed that it caught up with Sikong who was fleeing on the street in the blink of an eye.

Sikong frowned tightly, he didn't care much, he bit the tip of his tongue half a gap, forcing out his rare essence and blood.

'Duh! '

The blood essence is in the shape of somewhat viscous lead mercury, crystal clear, and the bright red is even more radiant. At this moment, it is like a cannonball out of the chamber, shooting at the chasing little boss ghost.

Sure enough, the little boss was very afraid of this drop of blood, like a paper man, stuck to the ground strangely, narrowly avoiding the blood.

Then he saw a ghost that was also chasing him. Before he could react, the ghost's body was penetrated by blood and essence. After a crackling sound, it suddenly turned into billowing black smoke.

But the essence and blood remained unchanged, piercing through the next three ghosts one after another, and it was completely exhausted.

Sikong took a serious look at that cunning little boss ghost, who still had some sanity left in his life, and made a gesture to spit out another drop of blood.

The little boss ghost backed away apprehensively, Sikong didn't hesitate, and took advantage of this gap to quickly distance himself.

Sikong thought a thousand times, looking for a way to break the situation.

Along the way, his eyes rolled around, and he roughly saw the situation clearly.

This is by no means a real subterranean dwelling, or rather, not quite.

It was because he only saw dead and resurrected corpses along the way, but there was no sign of a living person.

It seems that he has broken into the world of the dead.

The star bandits who had died in the underground residence turned into ghosts one after another, and wanted him, the only living person, to be buried with him.

In the dark alley, ghosts appeared continuously, so Sikong naturally didn't dare to approach them.

Even if it was an underground river not far away, Sikong's eyes were sharp, and he saw the tumbling river below, occasionally revealing a huge rotten back, paddling across the river.

Horrifying and breathtaking, it might be some large underground prehistoric creature.

'The only place to go is the stone platform where the poisonous wolves of the past dynasties gave speeches when they took office!It can be said that the souls of the entire Poison Wolf Star Bandit are gathered there, which may make these ghosts fearful! '

Sikong kept walking, walking shyly with ups and downs, so that the speed was always maintained at the peak speed of Mach [-].

Not long after, a vicissitudes of stone platform of nearly [-] meters came into view.

Arriving here, there are indeed fewer ghosts, only a few sporadic ghosts chasing after Sikong.

Sikong swept up the stone platform with a few steps, and before Sikong could heave a sigh of relief, he saw that there were jars of urns on the stone platform!
A jar of lustrous and moist black jade urn of the emperor is placed in the center of the stone platform, engraved on it: Worshiping the Poisonous Wolf
Outside this urn, there are four jade urns with cloud patterns, engraved with the names of the current nine chieftains.

Afterwards, there were 36 pots of blue and white ceramic urns, and more than 1000 pots of black mud urns.

Sikong even saw his own ashes among the 36 jars of blue and white ceramic urns.

Sacrifice, Sikong!

(End of this chapter)