Chapter 112 You have to take the pie yourself this time

Following the two fanged ghosts, Jiang Ming seemed to be leisurely all the way, like a tourist led by a tour guide.

The expressions of the five players behind him were not so good.

They looked like they wanted to cry but had no tears.

They really felt that if they followed in later, they would be beaten to death.

That was a ghost village.

All the ghosts lived in it.

Even if they were all resentful ghosts, the fourth-level ghost controllers could not withstand the large number.

Not to mention, there were not many simple ones who could survive in such a place full of poisonous miasma and ghost beasts. They were almost sure that there must be fierce ghosts in the village.

And there might be more than one.

In this case, once you step into the ghost nest, your life will be in danger.

However...

Jiang Ming, who was walking in the front, did not seem to realize this problem.

He still followed on his own.

Soon.

Under the cover of the fog, a village was outlined.

Jiang Ming took a look.

He sighed.

This place is even more shabby than Huangquan Village.

If Huangquan Village is a poor village, then this place is a beggar's den.

The so-called village is just a thatched house made of wooden boards and dead leaves, surrounded by rotten wood on the outer edge, symbolizing the size of the village.

It looks like a refugee shelter.

I'm afraid that any ghost beast with a slightly larger body can rush over at will.

"You live here?"

Jiang Ming asked curiously.

The fang ghost didn't want to answer, but looking at the red object thrown in Jiang Ming's hand, he chose to follow his heart and explained honestly: "Do you think it's shabby? There's no way. Our Biyou Village is home to the Desolate Mountain. We don't contact the outside world all year round. We are generally self-sufficient. The whole village can only barely maintain food and clothing."

"Have you ever thought about going out?"

The fang ghost said in a melancholy tone: "We are different from other ghosts. Because we live in the Desolate Mountain for many years, if we stay with us for a long time, we will be poisoned. Who dares to use us."

Hearing this.

Jiang Ming patted his shoulder.

He thought about it.

He comforted him:

"It's quite miserable. If I were the boss, I would kick you out with one kick if you look like this now."

Fanged ghost:...

The two of them were twitching their eyelids.

Damn it.

If you can't talk, just shut up.

We won't treat you as dumb even if you don't talk.

What do you mean by this?

Are you saying we are ugly?

Your comfort really makes us Ding Han.

Being implicitly called ugly, the two fanged ghosts couldn't stand it and began to explain: "We are just poisoned, so we look scary."

Another fanged ghost also said angrily: "Who knows what happened to the Desolate Mountain during this period of time? The frequency of the increase of poisonous miasma has increased a lot, and the detoxification herbs that have been passed down from generation to generation cannot be restrained. Once new detoxification herbs are developed, we will recover."

Jiang Ming was thoughtful.

Something seemed to have happened in the Desolate Mountain, causing the concentration of poisonous miasma to increase.

During the conversation.

Jiang Ming had already walked into the village.

As the two fanged ghosts dragged the corpse of a fierce ghost beast back, the villagers who had been looking forward to it for a long time came out of the thatched houses.

They looked at the returning hero with surprise.

As for Jiang Ming, he was ignored.

Seeing this.

Jiang Ming observed with interest.

There was a little surprise in his eyes.

There were nearly sixty ghost residents in this Biyou Village, none of them were lower than the evil ghost level, and there were not a few fierce ghosts, as many as two hands.

Among them.

There was also a fierce ghost.

It was a ghost old man who was not tall, thin and skinny, and leaned on a cane.

Of course.

This was not the point.

The point was that among the sixty or so ghosts who went out to greet them, all of them were poisoned, with black lines crawling on their skin, and they all looked very weak.

Some of them leaned against the thatched hut, looking like they had difficulty moving.

The old, weak, sick and disabled, this village is really unique.

Jiang Ming thought to himself.

At this time.

The leading ghost-level sick old man roared in surprise: "You succeeded, successfully hunted down a ghost-level ghost beast, how did you do it? With your state, I thought you could just kill a few evil ghost-level ghost beasts."

Hearing this.

The faces of the two fanged ghosts collapsed immediately.

They subconsciously looked at Jiang Ming.

The old man Bing only noticed Jiang Ming's existence at this time, and asked in confusion: "Human? You don't want to say that this ghost-level ghost beast was hunted by this human, right?"

The two nodded.

"This human has a super-grade Yin device, we are no match for him, we can only let him follow."

"What?!"

The ghost-level sick old man's turbid eyes glared fiercely.

Almost bit his tongue.

A human has a super-grade Yin device?

Wait.

This doesn't seem to be the point.

Based on the two people's words, he summarized the current situation.

"You are... being held hostage?"

The sick old man said in disbelief.

Humans holding ghosts hostage is a fantasy.

If you tell others about this, you will be laughed to death and engraved on the pillar of shame.

The two fanged ghosts lowered their heads in silence, and their faces were full of despair.

They didn't want to do it either.

But who made this human so strong?

Super-grade yin organs can be taken out at will, and fierce ghost-level ghost beasts can be killed at will. They didn't dare to speak in their prime, let alone when they were poisoned.

If they don't give in, they won't have to make dinner tonight.

Just then.

Jiang Ming interrupted the conversation of several people.

He said unhappily: "Hey, don't wrongly accuse good people. How can this be called hostage? Can you speak? I'm just an ordinary tourist. I came to visit you, but you said I was a terrorist."

Sick old man:...

Fuck ordinary.

Just based on your courage and ability to lie with your eyes open, you must be a social terrorist at least.

However...

When he thought of this human possessing a super-quality Yin Qi, he could understand the other party's capital of being fearless.

Immediately.

He stared at Jiang Ming with a cold look.

"Human, what do you want to do?"

"If the 72 people in our Biyou Village rush forward, even if you have a super-quality Yin Qi, you can't kill us all before the Yin force is exhausted."

Jiang Ming:...

He looked at the sick old man in front of him with a funny face.

How can you say such cowardly words in such a tough tone?

I can't kill you all before my Yin power is exhausted, but... I can take drugs.

Jiang Ming took out a bottle of Huiyin Dan from his body.

He shook it in front of the sick old man.

He could clearly see that the sick old man's body was shaking.

"What do you say now?"

Hearing this.

The sick old man lived in Bengbu.

You even have Yin Dan to restore Yin power, so what else can I say?

You are awesome, okay.

With this thought.

As a fierce ghost-level sick old man, he shrank all of a sudden.

His originally straight and thin body also bent down at this moment.

"Human, you win, what do you plan to do in Biyou Village? Tell us, we will do it if we can."

As soon as this was said.

The ghost residents of the entire Biyou Village were in an uproar.

No.

Village chief, you surrendered so quickly?

Surrender to a human?

No way. This is just a human.

A ghost-level villager who was depressed but had a hot temper immediately got up and wanted to call on others to take down Jiang Ming. They couldn't let a human show off his power here.

The next second.

A red stone pendant comparable to a small missile hit him like a cannonball.

A hole with a diameter of more than 40 centimeters was left on the spot.

"What do you want to do by standing up? Do you want to argue with me?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were dangerous.

The drought nail rose into the air, like a sickle of death, hanging above his head.

The ghosts in Biyou Village turned pale.

The power of the super-grade Yin instrument was fully revealed at this moment.

The ghosts dared not move.

There was a dead silence.

"..."

The hot-tempered ghost who was about to stand up looked at the big hole in front of him, and sat back silently under the gaze of the villagers.

Bury your head in the soil.

Be an ostrich. "That's right. I've already said that I'm just a guest. Why do you have to make the atmosphere so awkward? I'm really not a bad person."

Jiang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

He controlled the Hanba nail to pass in front of each ghost's face, making the ghosts shudder.

He completely lost the idea of ​​being rebellious.

The sick old man swallowed his saliva and said, "Human, just say what you want to say."

Jiang Ming was also not vague.

He said bluntly, "Not long ago, a group of ghost bandits robbed a batch of goods from a merchant group. I want to know who robbed it?"

Hearing this.

The sick old man was stunned.

Then his brows furrowed.

"There are quite a lot of ghosts in the Desolate Mountain who are bandits. Except for the aboriginals like us, most of them have become bandits. It will take time to find them out."

"How long will it take?"

"I...human, you have also seen the appearance of our village. There are only a few of them in our village who can move freely now. I want to help you find them, but I am powerless."

The sick old man pointed at the ghost villagers behind him and said helplessly.

Jiang Ming frowned.

It is really difficult to ask this group of old, weak and sick people to go out and collect intelligence.

Thinking about it.

Jiang Ming waved his hand.

He signaled the ghost doctor who was squatting at the entrance of the village to come in.

...

At the same time.

Five players squatted at the entrance of the village, staring blankly at Jiang Ming's record of suppressing an entire ghost village with his own strength, and their faces were full of horror.

They felt that all this was too dreamy.

Can humans be so powerful in the Pure Land world?

Is this definitely not a science fiction blockbuster?

Looking at Jiang Ming's back, watching him suppress the whole scene and make the ghosts tremble, they were in a trance.

Until Jiang Ming shouted.

The ghost doctor brother came back to his senses.

He hurried over.

He completely lost the arrogance of being a player in the intermediate game area.

He was about to leave by Jiang Ming.

The other players looked at each other and followed.

In the current situation, it is not them who should be afraid, but the ghosts of Biyou Village.

Looking at the trembling expressions of the ghosts, several players felt an indescribable sense of pleasure in their hearts.

It was a feeling that humans could defeat ghosts and make ghosts afraid.

And this feeling was brought to them by Jiang Ming.

Soon.

The ghost doctor brother ran to Jiang Ming.

Asked: "Brother, what's the matter?"

He was at least six or seven years older than Jiang Ming, but at this moment, this "brother" was the most real thought in his heart.

"Come and see what kind of poison they are infected with, and see if it can be cured."

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look."

The ghost doctor brother went straight to the sick old man of the fierce ghost level, took his wrist to listen to his pulse, checked the ears, nose, eyes, mouth and tongue, and finally lifted his clothes and observed carefully.

After a few minutes of hesitation, his expression immediately collapsed.

Seeing this.

The sick old man seemed to know in advance, shook his head and said: "It's useless. This is a tarsal poison that penetrates into the bone marrow and is difficult to clean up. At most, it can relieve the symptoms. If you can give us a month and a half, we can also find a way to relieve it."

The ghost doctor brother also explained: "The scientific name of this poison in the City of No Return is parasitic toxins. It is usually brought from the mother's womb. It accumulates day after day and accumulates into a deadly poison. If it can be cleaned through the hospital's bone washing equipment, it can be suppressed quickly, but here..."

Speaking of this.

He finally said: "There is no solution."

After listening.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes.

Forget about detoxification.

But the same goes for relieving symptoms.

So.

Jiang Ming said in a light tone: "No solution? That's not necessarily true. What if a pie falls from the sky?"

As soon as these words came out.

The pupils of the five players suddenly widened.

It was like a stress reaction.

After all.

Jiang Ming, the emperor of luck, really has pie falling around him.

But...

Is Jiang Ming's luck still useful here?

Unless a piece of bone washing equipment mentioned by the ghost doctor falls from the sky, or a bag full of detoxification Yin Dan is picked up, the current situation cannot be solved.

For a while.

The five players were very excited.

However...

Ten minutes passed.

There was no change around.

Now.

They were disappointed.

But on second thought, this is normal.

They had previously raised their thresholds by Jiang Ming's unimaginable luck.

You know.

Even if you are the emperor of luck, you can't be lucky all the time.

Not to mention, there is no way to do it even if you want to.

Jiang Ming was also stunned for a moment.

He felt something was wrong.

The conceptual ability of the plug-in is unquestionable.

Since he has said it, there must be a "pie" falling from the sky.

Now it hasn't happened, is it because he didn't move?

This thought came to Jiang Ming's mind.

Then, as if he had a sudden inspiration, he walked towards the back mountain of Biyou Village.

It was a cliff.

It was bottomless.

Poisonous miasma was everywhere.

Even the most ferocious ghost-level ghost beasts dared not move in such a place.

They even dared not approach the surroundings.

Jiang Ming walked over.

A group of players didn't understand why, and followed him, thinking that Jiang Ming's luck was working and he saw something.

The next second.

Jiang Ming stepped on a soft soil block that was completely different from the surrounding black soil.

Immediately.

The soil block sank in.

With Jiang Ming as the center, a three-meter radius was covered, generating space ripples, and then forming a vortex.

As a halo flashed by.

Jiang Ming and the five players disappeared at the same time.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the sick old man of the fierce ghost level was suspicious: "Is that... a fixed formation of ghost domain teleportation? There is such a thing in Biyou Village? Where does it teleport to?"

In this regard.

Jiang Ming didn't know.

He didn't know where this led to.

He only knew that sometimes you have to find a place to catch the pie that falls from the sky.