Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

"It is rumored that there is a tomb called the general's tomb, and it is buried with the bravest general of Dongwu Kingdom. Take the first ten heads to boost the momentum, every time the enemy soldiers see the ten heads hanging on the spear, they will be afraid, they call him Moluo."

Yang Qian was talking in front of him with spittle and joy, while Xie Jing was panting behind him, his legs were shaking uncontrollably. If someone saw him, they would think he was crazy, or they would think he was doing a leg-shaking dance. .

Xie Jing really wanted to sit down on the ground at this time to resist their oppression of his body, but thinking of the previous bloody lesson, Xie Jing gritted his teeth and followed.

After all, walking with legs is better than using hands, Xie Jing scolded Yang Qian again in her heart.

Now the sky has turned white, and the majestic mountain has unreservedly displayed its figure in front of everyone.

The mountain is green and overgrown with weeds, and there is nothing else except the endless green. This is a barren mountain with no trails, let alone human habitation.

Shen Cheng walked around with the compass, then found a rock and sat down: "Let's take a rest."

When Xie Jing heard this, she didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, she just used the ground as a bed and lay down.

"so comfortable……"

Yang Qian looked at his disfigured appearance, said "delicate", and sat down on the stone next to him.

Xie Jing turned over, looked at Shen Cheng who was fiddling with the compass seriously, and said, "Uncle Jiu, what's the point of you staring at that compass all the time? You can't stare at a flower."

"The compass is a spiritual thing. You should not be rash in distinguishing ghosts and recognizing evil."

Hearing what he said, Xie Jing became even more dizzy, the one who said "Wen Jue" was the best, so was Shen Cheng.

Xie Jing looked at Yang Qian who was wiping the blade in his hand again, and he didn't know when the sword was conjured by him.

"General Yang, listen to that man you just said called Mo?"

"Morra."

"For Mara, how powerful is it?"

"Better than you."

Xie Jing was silent, and my mother knew he was better than me.

Xie Jing felt that everyone was fighting for him, and there was no way to chat today anyway, so she wanted to look up at the sky to express her feelings, so she met a pair of eyes affectionately.

"Mom-"

Xie Jing was so frightened that he almost suffocated to death, and then Xie Jing felt his collar tighten, and was thrown beside Shen Cheng.

Holding the sword, Yang Qian stood in front of the man floating in the sky. The man was wearing a crimson robe, which was very eye-catching.

Xie Jing patted his chest, and said to Shen Cheng: "You bodyguard, you chose well."

Shen Cheng stuffed another pinch of loess into Xie Jing's mouth.

"Don't say anything."

Seeing this, the man hanging in the sky slowly fell to the ground. Immediately, countless ghosts also appeared from various places and gathered together. The pointer on the compass turned back and forth quickly. Turned the compass and read a formula, the pointer finally calmed down.

"I didn't expect you to find Shen Lang." The ghost's name was Fu Jin, and he said in a very leisurely manner, with no respect on his face.

Xie Jing was gagged, and although she had doubts in her heart, she could only hold them back, and couldn't help but propped her chin to admire the alluring ghost in front of her.

The lower end of the red robe it is wearing is split, and the white thighs are looming under the red robe. In addition to this ghostly appearance, the movements are delicate. If it weren't for his particularly rigid voice, Xie Jing would have thought it was a mermaid The female ghost was more like Aunt Jiu than Shen Cheng.

Sigh, I really don't understand which eye of the ghost king is blind, so he married Shen Cheng, a fool, as his wife. Obviously, this ghost is much better than Shen Cheng...

Fu Le felt the persistent heat on his thigh, turned his head to look over, and saw the human being staring at his thigh in a daze with naked eyes, so angry that he directly picked up the folding fan in his hand and slammed it past.

"Shameless!"

Following Fu Le's voice, a red mark fell on Xie Jing's face, and nosebleeds also flowed down.

With a wave of Fu Le's hand, the folding fan returned to his hand: "Shen Lang, it's fine if you bring a similar kind to the ghost robber's tomb, but what's the point of bringing a pervert?"

"I advise you to take care of yourself. Even my evil ghost has five followers, not to mention other brothers. Besides, you have four lives. How come your vision is becoming more and more unique."

Speaking of which, Fu Le looked at Xie Jing coldly, Xie Jing shrank his neck quickly, and turned his back to him.

Out of sight out of mind.

Shen Cheng could feel that among all the ghosts present, apart from Yang Qian, there were four other ghosts with outstanding cultivation. These ghosts were all evil ghosts who had stolen countless ghost tombs and swallowed countless souls.

Shen Cheng stood up, stroked the fine dust off the green robe, his aura was not inferior to those self-satisfied ghosts: "First come, first served, each according to his ability, it doesn't matter if it's a human or a ghost?"

Fu Jin raised his eyebrows: "Speaking of kung fu, I really can't compare with you. Since it's first come, first served, then I won't bother you anymore. Please take care of yourself, Shen Lang, and don't disturb me." uneasy soul."

Fu Jin saluted, and led the ghost behind him to take a step ahead. The other four leaders bowed as before, and greeted his subordinates into the forest.

Yang Qian was so angry that he tightened his sword: "If it wasn't for Xiao Shen, you spoke first and told me not to provoke them. With my violent temper, I would definitely grab the tongue of that tongue-in-cheek man and give it to Xie Jing as a rubber band." play."

Xie Jing said that she has no feeling for that tongue, and she will go to whoever she loves.

Shen Cheng glanced at Xie Jing who was still sitting on the ground, and stretched out his hand to lift him up.

"What happened to you before, why did Fu Le reward you with a fan?"

Xie Jing sniffed, and said indifferently: "Hey, I stared at his thigh too seriously just now, and forgot to look away."

Hearing this, Yang Qian glanced at him with disgust: "It's fine for you to be a mother, but you still like motherfuckers. You really have a strong taste."

Xie Jing raised her eyebrows: "Where is my mother?"

Yang Qian said: "If you walk a few steps, you will die or live. You are so weak, who is your mother?"

"I call it lack of exercise, what's the matter with Guan Niang, how can your thinking be so feudal, oh, I forgot, you are an old antique."

"Brat, who are you talking about?!"

Seeing that the two started bickering again, Shen Cheng quickly said, "It's time to go."

Xie Jing immediately stopped talking, then looked at Shen Cheng, and said with a serious face: "Can we finish our meal before leaving?"

Xie Jing thought about it. From yesterday to today, he didn't eat anything except two handfuls of soil. He didn't want to eat soil for the rest of his life...

Shen Cheng didn't seem to have expected this question, he lowered his eyelashes and thought about it, while Yang Qian sharpened his knife and looked at him, his eyes seemed to say: It's really a pig, it should be slaughtered with a single knife.

Xie Jing was speechless. Although his eyes were opened, unlike ordinary people, no one had opened his stomach. In the final analysis, he was still a human being, waiting to die without eating.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Xie Jing silently moved away. Forget it, it is realistic to count on those two nondescript people to make enough food and clothing by themselves...

Seeing Xie Jing's lonely back, Shen Cheng sighed, and said to Yang Qian who continued to wipe his sword beside him, "General Yang, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Shen Cheng followed, and saw Xie Jing picking up a dead branch, and kept hitting the weeds in front of him.

"Face paralyzed, stinky bastard, when I get better, I will definitely let you go around and tell you to abuse me, tell you to abuse me—"

Xie Jing said and went straight to the feet, Shen Cheng who was following behind saw this, his face turned dark, and he walked back with a flick of his sleeves.

"what--"

With a scream, Shen Cheng immediately turned his head, and the person who was barking his teeth and claws suddenly disappeared.

Shen Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he walked forward anxiously, and looked through the grass, only to see someone lying on the ground with all his body thrown down, screaming.

Xie Jing didn't expect that the weeds would entangle the dead branches in his hands, and he fell to the ground without standing still.

Now that Shen Cheng saw his disfigured appearance again, he covered his face in shame.

The corners of Shen Cheng's eyes twitched, and he resisted in his heart to pull this bastard up, but at least he was the one who forced him to come, so it's better for a good person to do it to the end.

Shen Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm hungry."

"..."

Foodie and stupid, this person is absolutely hopeless...

At this time, Yang Qian was holding the sword and closing his eyes to rest his mind, and the duo who were looking for food finally found food.

"This fruit is called Hongguo Holly, which means life. It will be planted wherever there are ghost tombs."

Shen Cheng stood under a tree, and as he spoke, a fruit fell from it, hitting his forehead.

Xie Jing raised her head from the dense canopy, and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't hold it steady."

As soon as the words fell, a few more fruits fell, and they all fell on Shen Cheng's body. Shen Cheng suspected that the kid above must be taking the opportunity to vent his anger.

"By the way, this ghost wants to live forever after planting this tree?"

Shen Cheng replied: "Whether people or demons are afraid of death."

"Then why did they die?"

Shen Cheng's eyelashes drooped: "Maybe it was suicide, maybe it was homicide."

"Then how did the person you're looking for die?"

Xie Jing picked a few more fruits, stuffed them into his clothes, and jumped down from the tree.

Shen Cheng pursed his lips tightly, turned away the eyes that fell on Xie Jing, turned around and left, Xie Jing said strangely, bit the fruit, and followed.

The vegetation in the mountains was numerous and mixed, criss-crossing and criss-crossing. The two walked one after the other. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Shen Cheng stopped.

"What's wrong?" Xie Jing said while eating.

"How long did we walk when we came?"

Xie Jing thought for a while: "It shouldn't be long, is there something wrong?"

Shen Cheng frowned, they walked for less than a quarter of an hour when they came, how could it be possible to go back for more than this hour.

Seeing his solemn expression, Xie Jing put the fruit that was about to be put into his mouth back into his hand, and he took small steps, sticking to Shen Cheng's back: "Could it be that a ghost hit the wall, right? "

The author has something to say: Xie Jing said: "Creator, can you stop letting Shen Cheng feed me dirt? I'm not a dirt-eating boy."

Author: "But you are the flower of the motherland, and everything Shen Sheng does is for you to thrive. Don't disappoint the good intentions of others."

At this moment, Shen Cheng stood in front of Xie Jing with a fistful of soil: "Xiao Hua, it's time to eat soil."

Xie Jing immediately pretended to be dead: "Leave me alone, I've already been buried..."