Ghost Jigsaw: Send me a ghost every day

Bai Ye had a cold face and did not speak.

It was the know-it-all who broke the silence.

"The group of people should be from the Ma family in XB province. The root of ten thousand trees will be produced once every ten years. I only predicted the birth time, but I didn't expect that the Ma family would send so many people to fetch it."

"There are also many people from other forces on the mountain, all of whom were driven away by the Ma family."

"We went up the mountain on the way and there was a conflict. The fat man and I killed a lot of bastards, and we were finally surrounded by him when we got the root of ten thousand trees."

Everything that happened in Kunlun was stated by Wan Shitong.

"Woo~woo~" The whistle of the train sounded, and it had already reached the sky above the base.

"The Wooden Buddha is deep in the passage, you take the fat man there."

"Send Ma's information to my cell phone."

The exchange between Wan Shi Tong and Bai Ye was very brief, and the two of them were not talkative people.

Looking at the string of addresses on the screen of the phone, and thinking of the tragic situation of the fat man beside him, Bai Ye grinned sinisterly!

"It seems that I killed too few people?"

"Forget it, let's make an impact on the Ma family today!"

With a thought in Bai Ye, Wanshitong and Fatty had been moved to the gate of the base.

"Take the fat man to heal his injuries first!"

Bai Ye's voice was still lingering in Wanshitong's ears, watching the phantom of the train flashing in mid-air, Wanshitong hurriedly picked up the fat man and walked towards the depths.

Seeing the Wooden Buddha, he put the fat man in the palm of the Wooden Buddha, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a light green light shining from his body, and his face turned from pale to blood-colored.

Thinking of letting the boss finish the trouble this time, Wanshitong felt a little guilty.

If Bai Ye hadn't appeared in time, it might be hard to say whether Fatty would still be alive.

Give the root of ten thousand trees to the people over there, and those gangsters from the Ma family may not let them go down the mountain.

Everyone knows the truth that if you cut the weeds but don't get rid of the roots, there will be endless troubles, let alone those who are in the world of controlling ghosts.

But Wanshitong didn't dare to gamble, to be precise, he didn't dare to gamble with Fatty's life.

If the fat man is dead, then what's the point of holding this root of ten thousand trees.

Falling into self-blame, Wan Shitong curled up his whole body in the corner of the passage, feeling inexplicably sad and angry!

He attributed all the responsibilities to himself, and couldn't help but miss the self who didn't have so many emotions.

"Oh~ Lao Wan! Lao Wan, we are still alive!"

At this time, the fat man who felt a burst of warmth slowly opened his eyes.

He jumped up from the wooden Buddha's palm all of a sudden, looked around vigilantly, and did not slow down until he saw the figure of know-it-all.

"We're back?"

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Fatty realized it!

Walking to Wanshitong's side, looking at Wanshitong immersed in his own world, he patted his shoulder lightly.

"Boss saved us?"

Passepartout was silent, just nodded.

The air suddenly fell into silence!

Maybe he couldn't stand the atmosphere, or the fat man who had just escaped from death and couldn't hold back his words asked impatiently.

"Where's the boss... people!"

"Are you going to avenge Fatty me?"

Wanshitong didn't answer at this time, the fat man already knew everything from Wanshitong's expression.

The tacit understanding between the two has been able to understand each other's meaning for many years.

"We're lagging behind, Lao Wan."

"We can't keep up with the boss's speed, so we don't need to compare with the boss!"

The fat man was a know-it-all with a heavy tone of reassurance at first, and then changed the topic.

"Think about it, Fat Master, I want to open it up, I just need to be better than you, Lao Wan."

"????" Wanshitong raised his head in confusion, listening to the inappropriate words coming from the fat man's mouth.

Looking at the smug smile on the corner of Fatty's mouth, he suddenly realized his intention.

"Screw you."

Fatty was a little anxious if he didn't believe it.

"Hey! Hey! Guess what I got from the wooden Buddha brought back by the boss this time!"

"Huh?" Wanshitong eased his emotions, squinted his eyes at the fat man's sinister smile, and said tentatively.

"The Mujialuo physique is unlocked?"

"Bingo, you got it right!"

"There's one more you can guess."

"Let the fart go."

Seeing that Lao Wan's face darkened immediately, the fat man knew not to go too far, and walked up to Wood Buddha and put his hand next to Wood Buddha's legs.

"Old Wan is optimistic!"

I saw that the wooden Buddha continued to expand, wrapping the fat man's body at the same time.

When the wood Buddha's head was close to the top of the tunnel, Master of Things quickly stopped.

The wooden Buddha contracted little by little, and finally sank into the fat man's body.

"How is this going?"

Fatty smiled triumphantly when he heard Know-it-all's inquiry.

"This is Fatty's opportunity, hehe!"

"This Wooden Buddha is not acquired, but the body of the previous generation of Mujialuo has been condensed for many years. It just helped me to untie the limitations of my body and at the same time created a little connection with it."

"My two books belong to the same origin, and it can be regarded as an unbeatable Xiaoqiang."

"As long as it's just an instant, no matter how many injuries I get, even if my head falls off, I'll be fine as long as the wooden Buddha is not destroyed!"

"And Mufo's combat power is not weak, at least for now I don't know how much its final combat power can be added."

Hearing Fatty's words, Wanshitong was sincerely happy for Fatty.

Finally, I saw that the fat man who didn't worry about anything had returned. During this period of time, I was still the boss, which put too much pressure on the fat man.

and many more!

Wanshitong was stunned, as if he suddenly thought of something, he spread his palm and looked at the jasper root in his hand.

"Then this root of ten thousand trees is still useful to you?"

Wanshitong hesitated a bit, but Fatty's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the jasper-colored rhizome.

"It's useful, how could it not be, this is Fat Master, I sacrificed my life for it!"

As he spoke, he took a bite of the root in his hand.

“Crisp and refreshing, comfortable!”

Just as he was speaking, a strong ghostly aura suddenly overflowed from Fatty's body, accompanied by a huge coercion.

Both were stunned!

In the end, the fat man broke the silence!

"This is... a breakthrough!"

"Fat Master is also impermanent?"

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All the white nights in the cave don't know about it.

At this time, he was on his way to Ma's house full of murderous aura.

With the whistle of the ghost train, Bai Ye passed through the space coordinates.

Arriving at the small road only tens of kilometers away from Ma's house, Bai Ye, who was already a little impatient, urged the ghost heart to rush to the destination with all his strength.

This may be the consensus of the Yuguijie family, or it may be an implicit unspoken rule.

However, the ghost-controlling family is not allowed to establish the clan land in the city, so as not to affect the world of ordinary people.

This may also be regarded as preventing the ghost defenders from accidentally injuring the people when they have a dispute.

After all, for a powerful ghost steward, even a little bit of battle leakage is an existence that can destroy the city at every turn.

In 6 minutes, Bai Ye froze in mid-air.

Looking at the manor group that looks like a small town in front of him.

"The horse family land!"

I checked the address on the phone and confirmed it was correct.

The anger in Bai Ye's heart could no longer be suppressed.

First imprison the surrounding space, the surrounding air is rustling, and the ghost notes are generated out of thin air and fall with the wind.

"The ghost note is sent off, and the ghost fire is burned."

As Bai Ye's deep words sounded, his face changed for a while, the air around the Ma family's clan became hot, the ground began to dry out, and the smell of sulfur rose from the cracks.

"The whole family of the Ma family came out to die!"

"The vagabonds in the sky, come to exterminate the clan!"

The voice resounded like panic resounding between heaven and earth!

A wave of air rolled up on the flat ground, rushing forward along with the money.

The manor tainted by the ghost notes became withered in an instant, as if countless years of wasted time had passed.

Listening to the panic in the manor, Bai Ye grinned ferociously.

With the cover of the White Night Ghost Domain, the entire space changed in an instant, and it was no longer what it was before.

"Your Excellency, take your time."

"My Ma family has never provoked your Excellency, there must be some misunderstanding."

An old voice sounded from the manor.

The Dead Sea with countless corpses floated faintly over the manor, constantly resisting the influence of the ghost bill. When the dead sea was about to be broken, a blue light shone on the dead sea, which barely blocked the fluctuation of the ghost bill.

The manor flickered back and forth between decay and luster.

"Oh?"

"Are there two impermanent envoys?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Bai Ye's eyes, and with the surge of Bai Ye's ghost power, hot magma suddenly burst out of the parched land, devouring everything in front of him frantically.

In an instant, there were miserable howls from the Ma clan in the manor.

"Whoosh!"

A crutch flew out of the manor and was inserted a hundred meters away from the manor, forming a barrier to barely maintain the basic appearance of the manor, preventing it from collapsing and causing more casualties.

"Your Excellency, I have a good word to say, and I hope your Excellency will give me some noodles!"

"Now that I, Mrs. Ma, have been killed and injured more than half, isn't that enough to appease Your Excellency's anger?"

A trace of grief and resentment flashed in the old man's eyes. This time, he was actually sitting at home, and the disaster came from heaven.

Knowing the means of the young man in front of him, the old man knew that he was no match for him.

Since this is the case, it is better to ask the reason, and to please him, there is a chance of life.

After all, who can live to old ghosts, which one is not an old fox.