C256 Profit

After all, the evil dog was not a real evil dog. It was only creating an illusion that was invisible on a conscious level, but could still sense it. This was so that it could create an illusion in the vigilance system and provoke a psychological reaction from a person.

It was just like when a Yin object was approaching a living person, one would suddenly feel their hair stand on end and they would shiver. It was all because of the same principle, but the latter was indeed the presence of the dead thing while I was only putting on an act.

Zheng Wuxie's guess was indeed correct. The moment Yang Qi was affected, the few corpses that he had lost control of almost fell to the ground as well, while the battered Zhao Qi let out a loud roar. He suddenly exploded forth with his seemingly unmovable arms, opening the small metal box once again, and took out a whistle made of bones from within the box.

When the whistle's sound was heard, it was followed by a rhythmic rhythm. The three corpses that were originally surrounding Zhao QIu were lying on the ground like dead dogs, and no matter what Yang Qi did, who was standing behind them, or how he made any weird sounds, they just stood there motionlessly, as if they had lost all of their reactions.

Yang Qi stood there, his face ashen. He glared at Zhao QIu. "If you just openly resist the punishment, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

"I've long heard that Second Brother's Thirteen Corpses are very powerful. Today, I'm fortunate enough to have met him and even won a little, so it's worth it!" Zhao Qi's voice began to tremble as he spoke. The whistle fell from his mouth onto the ground, but he was powerless to pick it up.

Yang Qi laughed sinisterly, and said: "Since you know that I have thirteen corpses, and your youngest junior brother was actually able to withstand the first six, how about you feel the even more powerful seven Blood Corpses behind me?"

Following the sound of his palms clapping, lines of blood actually started to seep out from the ground. From the faint red color of the blood that had flowed out to the blood flow, a few lines of blood converged at Yang Qi's feet, slowly turning into a ghost face. Yang Qi, on the other hand, had a face full of bloodlust as he looked at the blood flow and licked his lips.

Was he actually longing for this already smelly blood? I accidentally caught a hint of desire in Yang Qi's heart. Even though it was only for a brief moment, that desire was actually so deep.

"We can't wait anymore, he can't hold on, Wuxie, save him!" My expression immediately changed, Zhao Qinguang's situation was already on the verge of collapse, I only needed a tiny bit of straw to suppress him, but the grimace that appeared at Yang Qi's feet, was obviously much more dangerous than straw by who knows how many times.

The moment the blood was condensed and formed, I could actually feel a dense smell of red fiend from within. The weirdest thing in the world was this kind of killing intent, Zheng Wuxie, Zhao Qi and the rest did not understand Evil Qi, but I had been dealing with these things.

There was no way to erase the infernal energy, so he could only think of a way to guide or seal it in the Old Object that had a sufficiently strong foundation, and then slowly decompose and evaporate these things. The moment I felt the baleful aura, the little fellow on my shoulder was unable to remain still. He continuously twisted his body and whined, "Too many, I don't dare to eat …"

"Enough! There's no end to it, right? " Just as we were about to go up and save Zhao QIu, the door of a bamboo house next to us was suddenly pushed open by an old man. The old man had a long beard and wore a long black robe that had not been washed for who knows how long. But at this time, he pushed the door open and walked out, his body was ignited with anger, he saw that Yang Qi was extremely furious, causing his sloppy appearance to become even more imposing.

"Old man, I thought you were dead!" Zhao Qi turned his head and smiled at the old man with great difficulty. He could not hold on any longer and collapsed onto the ground. "Old Nine!" We rushed forward to help Zhao QIu up. At this time, his face was already covered with black lines, Zheng Wuxie could tell at a glance that it was bad, the corpse poison attacking one's mind would immediately become a living corpse.

Zhao QIu grinned. This expression really made me angry. "F * ck you and you laugh! It has already become like this! What are you laughing at! Wu Xie, is there still hope? "

"There's definitely hope! The medicine is in my pocket, so if you take it out and eat it, it'll be fine! " Before Zheng Wuxie could say a word, Zhao QIu answered me first. I glared at him as I quickly rummaged through his pockets, and from my right pocket, I took out a medicine gourd that was only the size of a thumb. At this time, he did not care about how much he ate. Lifting the gourd's lid, he poured a handful of green granules into his mouth and swallowed the medicine.

The effects of the pill were quick, and within a few breaths, the black lines that had climbed into Zhao QIu's eyes began to recede. The blood that flowed out of his wounds were stained with green.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry!" He struggled to sit up by himself and carefully put the nine-section whip back into his small metal box along with the bone whistle.

"It's alright now!" When Zheng Wuxie nodded to me in confirmation, I stood up and kicked Zhao Qugen fiercely. I don't like these guys who don't take their lives seriously.

Seventh Martial Uncle, my youngest Junior Martial Brother asked me for guidance, so I discussed some insights on corpse chasing with him. I just didn't expect that Junior Martial Brother wouldn't let me stop. Yang Qi actually politely bowed towards the slovenly old man. From his expression to his movements, he did not notice anything that could cause people to find fault with him. This kind of humble behavior could be said to be perfect.

"Little Chizi, put away that trick of yours. Although I'm old, I'm not at a level where my eyes are blurry. I saw everything clearly when I was in the room. When did you become the disciple of your Fifth Martial Aunt? When did the punishment in the door come to you? "Hmm?" The old man's words were filled with anger, and from his body, I could sense an extremely dangerous aura. This old man who looked like an old man was actually like a ferocious beast that could bring me a threat of death.

I thought about the characters in my mind. There probably weren't many people in this world who could compare to him in Green Pine Monastery. He was a bug-like existence, so naturally, he couldn't be compared to him. I thought about that old man from Zhao QIu's family. At that time, I didn't feel anything scary about him, but now that I think about it, I am sure that Old Master Zhao is stronger than the old man in front of me.

Then there's that grand sacrifice in the Upper Stream. He gives me a very special feeling, as if he has a very deep background, but compared to this one in front of me, he's still just a step away.

While my brain was wildly thinking and comparing this and that, Yang Qi's neither humble nor haughty answer interrupted my train of thought. Seventh Martial Uncle, you must be joking, I really am just sparring with my Junior Martial Brother. If you don't believe me, you can ask my Junior Martial Brother if that's the case. "

"Yang Qi, f * * k your ancestors!" "Master is fine. Second Senior Brother wants to test my ability to adapt with my bare hands. He said that in this state, I would be able to understand the essence of driving away corpses more easily. My disciple was useless and only barely managed to win a little under Second Senior Brother's six corpses."

This was quite interesting! I looked at Zhao Qi Jiu with a faint smile. Even in such a situation, I didn't forget to apply ointment on him.

"But just now, I clearly heard you say you wanted your junior brother to be punished. Did I hear wrong?" But just now, I clearly heard you ask your junior brother to be punished. "How about this, you don't need to use your hands, just don't use those corpses. Try to get close to them." When the slovenly old man heard his words, he became even more furious, and when people get angry, he would easily lose his integrity, and now, this slovenly old man was clearly bullying Yang Qi.

"At such an age, you don't feel ashamed doing such a thing!" The doors of the surrounding rooms opened at almost the same time, and in front of each of them stood an elderly man, similarly dressed in a long black robe, with white hair, but also in a very orderly manner. An elderly man first walked out and said to the slovenly old man, "Seventh Brother, the more you live, the more you'll return.

Yang Qi bowed towards the old man, and his expression became even more respectful as he called out his master. Compared to him, Zhao QIjiu was not strict at all. He happily greeted every old man with a smile, but his words did not contain even the slightest complaint about what had just happened.

"I'm bullying the weak? Humph … "I really don't know who will be ashamed. These days, it's getting harder and harder to live!" The slovenly old man looked at the sky that was about to turn black and said in an indifferent manner.

"Seventh Bro, Third Bro!" Without waiting for the two elders to argue, an old man who was sitting on a wooden wheelchair spoke out. Following his words, the slovenly old man and Yang Qi's master all turned to look at him respectfully, and called out to him.

"The two of you are not young anymore, don't you feel uncomfortable strangling in front of the younger generation?!" This is a matter between the juniors, why would the two of you, whose bodies have already been buried in the ground, interject with each other? " The old man's words weren't heavy, but the slovenly old man and Yang Qi's master both responded with respect.

"And Little Jiu, Little Qi! In the future, let's not get into an exchange like this. Alright, let's leave it at this for now and disperse. " After the old man finished speaking, someone pulled the wheelchair in from the inside. The doors in front of the other old men also closed one after another. I saw a very deep smile on Zhao QIu's face.