The Maoshan disciples were facing a great enemy. Yuan Zhenxing hurriedly pressed his hands and said, and then said, indicating that they should not be too careful. The little master scolded him: "See what he has to do with it!"

Wang Jingzhe had nothing to do with it. When the ghost appeared, he squatted on the ground. The next moment the ghost seemed to move, as if it was about to float toward him, Wang Jingzhe picked up a branch and wrote a slap on the ground. The ghost that was about to move swayed and stopped moving. So after waiting for a moment, it wanted to move. Wang Jingzhe wrote the second word again, and repeated it tossed each person and one ghost five times, and there was still a long distance between the two.

Seeing this amazing scene made the Maoshan disciples feel surprised, but Wang Jingzhe thought in his mind that the branch in his hand was thrown out by him at once, and he did not write the last word out again.

If the slaughter of the text cannot be written, it seems that it cannot form a deterrence or suppression force. It is just a useless tug-of-war. The last word is not released, and the ghost on the opposite side never retreats.

Wang Jingzhe thought about it, turned around carefully, and asked, "The roll of white cloth I gave you is still there, right? Don't lose it first, you may use it in the future. Don't worry about what happens in the future. Just think that you haven't seen it. Remember to take care of your mouth and hands, don't worry about other things."

"Don't care about anything?" Yuan Zhenxing asked in surprise.

"Yes, don't care no matter what happens, even if... I'm dead." Wang Jingzhe seriously reminded him, and then said: "If you are really curious, then go down the hillside and keep moving forward."

"Is this over?"

"Otherwise?" Wang Jingzhe thought for a while and said, "Anyway, you are here, so you are idle too. I'll collect my body for a while."

After Wang Jingzhe finished speaking, he turned around. The ghost in front of him had already floated up. Yuan Zhenxing was confused and asked, "What does the little master mean? Are the corpses, the corpse of the corpse?"

"Sacrificing oneself to be a benevolence. He wants to use his body to test the method to see how his soul was hooked away and where he was hooked. If he doesn't experience the result, he will not know the story behind the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk. Then he can only try it yourself." Chang Yu said disdainful tone, but he sighed in his heart. This exaggeration is the same as cutting flesh and feeding the eagle.

Chang Yu was a little annoyed by his feelings, so he frowned and said, "Far away from this idiot in the future, he will be too crazy!"

Wang Jingzhe also forced himself to resist the desire to write the last vanishing text, then took a deep breath and stared at the other party quietly. He even told himself deep in his heart that he would give up all resistance.

Looking at Wang Jingzhe's calm figure and straight waist, Maoshan Master Gu collected countless figures that had passed by her head. She had a high status in Maoshan. She was a junior sister of the contemporary head and a high-level background. She had seen many big figures on weekdays, such as Longhu, Zhengyi, Wudang and other Taoist sects, as well as Shaolin hosts, and the living Buddhas of the Jokhang Temple. She suddenly realized that the bodies of these big figures were not as straight as him.

Or is he really not afraid of death at all?

At this time, Wang Jingzhe suddenly said: "Suddenly, it was not because of the night rain and the autumn wind had not arrived, but because of the death of a person..."

Wang Jingzhe fell to the ground, his body became cold and his soul left.

For a moment, Wang Dongzhi, who was unknown, suddenly felt palpitations, and then there was a heart-wrenching pain. She endured the feeling of chest tightness and heartache, got up from the bed, took out a few copper coins and held them in her hand, and waited for a long time but didn't throw them out, then gritted her teeth and cursed.

"What an idiot!"

In addition to her, Xiaocao also woke up from her sleep, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Then there is Wang Xianzhi.

Yuan Zhenxing wanted to rush over for a moment, but when he thought of Wang Jingzhe's words, he suppressed his impulse. Although the little master said he was an idiot, he could still taste it himself. This guy was very cunning, and the disciples of Maoshan had carved his body early.

Wang Jingzhe's soul was hooked. Strictly speaking, he is indeed a dead person now. The judgment of death in the underworld depends on whether the human soul has left the body. If it is separated, it is dead. For example, some children and old people are shocked by their souls. Then the soul runs away, which is naturally not considered death, because there are still a few of the three souls and seven spirits in the body, which is a fake death.

Wang Jingzhe was in a daze when he died, which was no different from the death of ordinary people. His soul was still shallow, so he naturally did not have any intelligence, so he could only float to the forest with his ghost shadow.

After a few steps, perhaps because of his extraordinary talent, Wang Jingzhe gradually returned to Qingming. At first, he felt a little complicated. Then he looked back at himself and looked over. Wang Jingzhe suddenly felt a lot in his heart. His eyes were slightly red and his heart was trembling. For a moment, he thought a lot, from Wang Fengrao to Wang Dongzhi and then to Wang Xianzhi, and the last one came out was Mao Xiaocao. In a moment, he thought of many of the most important people in his life.

He had a strong desire to survive, and even had the urge to scold him if he wanted to point to the sky.

"God, if I die, what will you do if you let the living?"

Wang Jingzhe was hooked away, Wang Jingzhe disappeared, and disappeared with the ghost.

Yuan Zhenxing was stunned for a while, Lin Geng came over and ran over. He sat on the ground in panic and reached out to find his breath and pulse. The cold body was undoubtedly leaking a message to him.

"Idiot, idiot, isn't he afraid of danger and can't come back? This guy is crazy, crazy," Yuan Zhenxing muttered, incredible.

Chang Yu also came over, frowned slightly at the corpse lying on the ground, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "He might have had some unscrupulous thoughts when he worked so hard, otherwise why? But he is really crazy."

Yuan Zhenxing stood up from the ground without saying a word, bent down and carried Wang Jingzhe's body on his back, and then walked down the hillside as he said.

Chang Yu frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Zhenxing said: "Qin Hui has three friends. I grew up in Maoshan until I became a master. I didn't have a friend after I got married. Now he should be counted as one. Then I have to do what he told me and can't let anyone down."

Chang Yu opened his mouth, trying to stop him and gave up.
Chapter completed!