different devil life

At the same time, the bronze sword slashed across, completely sealing off the evil thing's retreat.

"Zizzizi..."

In an instant, green smoke rose all over the evil thing's body, screaming crazily.

In order to prevent the evil from attacking back, Wang Zhong sprinkled a lot of urine over there. The black mist that was originally a big cloud turned into the size of a human head after a while.

"Master, spare your life, Master, spare your life. If the fight continues, I will die out of my wits." Finally, the evil creature begged for mercy.

Wang Zhong's eyes flickered. Now that he wants to figure out how to deal with evil things, he must have a test product, so let him stay for a while.

"Tell me, why are you here, why are you scaring my family?" Wang Zhong said this to all the evil things in the house.

"I am your father, the first wife." Huang said.

Wang Zhong nodded slightly. Over the years, he also heard that his father actually had a wife before, but she died for some reason.

"How did you die? Why did you become like this?" Wang Zhong asked.

"I'm a short-lived person, I won't live past thirty." Huang said, "As for my poor daughter..."

As she spoke, she looked at the male ghost not far away: "It was him who killed my daughter."

The male ghost trembled, "I was beaten to death by Zhao Dahai, I, I..."

"I was playful when I was young, and I was killed by him when I came here. My mother was also killed by him to save me. We have been bullied by him all the time." Zhao Rong looked at the male ghost aggrievedly: "The reason why my mother and I were scared You also don't want you to come here and be harmed by him."

No wonder Zhao Rong asked him to leave the last time he came here because she wanted to save him.

At this moment, Wang Zhong figured it out.

The reason why this place is haunted is probably because of these three evil things.

"Master, I don't dare anymore. I will be a cow and a horse in the future. I will not hesitate to let me go." The servant suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but you have to cooperate with me to do something."

The male ghost breathed a sigh of relief, "Where you are, don't hesitate."

"very good."

Wang Zhong smiled, but in the eyes of the male ghost, this smile was extremely terrifying.

"Okay, how about trying glutinous rice..."

Chapter 111???

In order to test what can deal with evil things, Wang Zhong searched for a lot of materials these days.

Eventually he came to the conclusion that boy urine worked well.

Things like cinnabar, glutinous rice, chicken blood, and black dog blood are useless at all.

After trying all these things, Wang Zhong began to think about how to get things like Golden Buddha and Taoist scriptures. He didn't know if these things were useful against evil things, but he had to try anyway.

…………

In the early morning, Wang Zhong held a bronze sword and was practicing sword in the courtyard.

Whoosh whoosh!

Wang Zhong swung his sword faster and faster, a few thin leaves fell down, Wang Zhong looked at the right time, and slashed at it without hesitation.

At this moment, Wang Zhong saw a translucent sword energy slashing out from the sword body, and several thin leaves in front of him were instantly chopped into pieces and drifted away with the wind.

"Sword Qi!"

Seeing this moment, Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment: "How could I cultivate sword energy?"

Wang Zhong has learned kung fu in various planes. For example, in the Great Heavenly Dynasty, his kung fu can fight several strong men for dozens of rounds, but no matter how powerful he is, there is no such so-called sword energy.

But it appeared on this plane.

Weird!

After thinking about it, Wang Zhong punched the little tree in front of him.

"boom!"

Obviously the fist didn't touch the little tree, but the little tree made a 'click', and there was a crack.

"I can easily cultivate such strength, but why can't others."

Just as he was thinking, he saw Zhao Dahai and Wei Yan approaching.

"My son is really hardworking. I heard the sound of you practicing sword early in the morning. It's just that learning martial arts is useless. Don't practice badly." Zhao Dahai said cheerfully.

"Father, why do you say learning martial arts is useless?"

"Because no matter how strong your martial arts are, you can't deal with evil things."

"Really." Originally, Wang Zhong thought so too, but after seeing his energy, he didn't think so.

"Of course, but dear son, you are quite similar to me when I was a child. When I was a child, I was tested to have a spiritual root level seven, and I was like you. I practiced swords and martial arts every day, and I wanted to learn something to worship the masters. As a teacher, it's a pity, I have studied for several years, but I haven't cultivated what those masters said, and my energy is released!"

"Father knows something about martial arts?"

"At that time, your grandfather gave Master Gao a sum of money. I have studied for a while, but unfortunately I haven't even gained any strength."

Wang Zhong was surprised.

His father's spiritual root has as many as seven levels, but he didn't have any energy to learn it, but he learned it easily.

Could it be that learning this thing is the opposite?

The lower the spiritual root, the easier it is to learn, but the higher the spiritual root, it is more difficult.

Faintly, he felt that the world was not that simple.

For example, in other planes, people who can see evil things are different from ordinary people, and they are all people with special physiques.

But here, those who can see evil things will not live long.

Curious in his heart, Wang Zhong didn't say much. After his parents left, he checked that there was no one around, and came to the haunted hut.

He has cultivated his strength today, and he has too many doubts.

Why did he advance so quickly in cultivation?

Why his father's spiritual root is high, but his cultivation base does not increase?

Can Jin Qi deal with evil things?

Of these three problems, only the third can be resolved as soon as possible.

Turning in through the window, Huang Shi and Zhao Rong left and appeared.

"Brother." Zhao Rong leaned over and looked at Wang Zhong curiously.

These days, Zhao Rong and Wang Zhong are already very familiar, but she is still full of curiosity about this brother Wang Zhong.

On the other side, there was a trembling male ghost. Now he was only a small group, and he couldn't even condense his body, leaving only a rotten face.

"Abin." Wang Zhong looked at him. These days, he also knew that this man was called Abin.

"Master." Abin trembled: "What is there to deal with me today, don't use the boy to piss again."

"Don't worry, I only use my fists."

"call……"

Abin heaved a sigh of relief, in his opinion, Zhao Xiaodong is only as good as a boy's urine, as long as he doesn't use boy's urine, he can do whatever he wants.

"Tiger Fist!"

Wang Zhong gave a soft shout and punched out.

"Buzz!"

A gust of invisible gas blasted out of his fist, and Abin's eyes were fixed. Looking at the invisible gas, he felt a sense of disintegration.

"Do not……"

Abin howled miserably, and the black mist gas that only had one head dissipated immediately.

"Huh?" Wang Zhong was stunned. The black mist is gone?Or hid?

"Brother, Abin has lost his soul." Zhao Rong said with some horror. For these evil creatures, the most fearful thing is to lose his soul.

"Have you lost your soul?"

Wang Zhong looked at his fist, and a burst of pride radiated out. The shit's spiritual root talent is low-level, and it's only against his own strength. There are absolutely few people who can deal with it.

"Could it be a policy of ignoring the people?" Wang Zhong suddenly had an idea.

"Xiao Dong, how did you cultivate such supernatural power." Huang asked.

"I don't know either." Wang Zhong shook his head.

"You're only six years old, but you're already so powerful, and you've cultivated vigorously. Could it be that you and your father are also gifted at the seventh-level spiritual root?" Root talent, but when I practiced with him every day, he didn't cultivate energy at all, but I cultivated a little..."

"Have you fixed it?"

"Yeah." Huang sighed: "Your father and I were childhood sweethearts, and I was tested as a third-level spiritual root, but your father still never left me, and then gave birth to Rong'er when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, , Rong'er was only ten years old, accidentally entered here by mistake, and was killed by that Abin, in order to save Rong'er, he was also killed by him..."

"Then did you ever see evil things when you were young?" Wang Zhong asked.

"I saw it when I was eight or nine years old, and after I married here, I saw that this hut was weird, and then I invited Master Gao to come over and seal it up."

After listening, Wang Zhong became more certain about his guess.

The lower the spiritual root, the easier it is to cultivate strength, so Zhao Dahai failed to cultivate it back then, but was cultivated by Huang, who is at the third level of spiritual root.

It's a pity that the Huang family is just a girl, and the martial arts is purely to accompany Zhao Dahai. After Zhao Dahai stopped practicing, Huang also gave up cultivation.

"It's not an option for you mother and daughter to stay here, why don't you go to hell and start a new life?" Wang Zhong asked.

"We don't know about this. After we died, we were imprisoned here. Xiaodong, if possible, please take your sister out of here and save her as soon as possible."

"I'll find a way for you."

Wang nodded emphatically. There seems to be a problem with the way of heaven in this world. People who died did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and they all stayed in the yang world.

"Son, son..." At this moment, Zhao Dahai's voice came from outside.

Hearing the sound, Mrs. Huang watched affectionately from the window: "Dahai is getting fat, hey, it's a pity I can't stay by my side to accompany him."

It can be seen that the Huang family and Zhao Dahai have a deep relationship. Wang Zhong estimated that it was because of this that the mother and others did not mention the things in this house. They were worried that mentioning Huang's mother and daughter would make Zhao Dahai sad. .

"Father..." Zhao Rong also looked at Zhao Dahai from a distance and called out, but Zhao Dahai couldn't hear the voice of the dead.

"I go first."

Wang Zhong climbed out: "Father, I'm here."

"You child, why did you get in?" Zhao Dahai frowned.

He knew that his former wife and daughter were buried in it, but he also knew that it was not clean. Originally, he could have found someone to wipe out the dirty things in the house, but he couldn't bear it. What if his wife was the one who was haunted? What should I do?

"When I was young, you never let me in, so I just took a look." Wang Zhong didn't mention Huang's and the others. Now that he is too young, even Zhao Dahai would not believe him easily.

"You child, I have told you several times that you can't enter here casually."

Zhao Dahai walked to the window and looked in. Wang Zhong could see that Huang's mother and daughter were standing in front of Zhao Dahai at this moment, but Zhao Dahai couldn't see it at all.

"Father, those are just rumors, there is nothing dirty here." Wang Zhong changed the topic: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's nothing, let me tell you, I'll go out with your mother, you stay at home and don't run around." Zhao Dahai said and closed the window.

"Why did you go out?"

"The butcher Zhang's son, Zhang Liang, has an accident!"

Chapter 112 Miserable death

Before Wang Zhong knew that Zhang Liang had a first-level Linggen, he had contacted him twice, and he knew that he would die before he was ten years old.

Hearing it now, he quickly asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"There is no response anymore. Short-lived people are like this before they die. Many people have passed by. Your mother and I will also go to have a look. You are at home."