The witch doctor's character can't be broken

Lanxi, Zhejiang, Zhuge Village.

The plum rain is pattering, falling on the tiles between the eaves, making people upset for no reason.

The young man with a crown-like face and red eyes sat on the couch panting lightly.

"Ancestor..."

On the couch, Wu Sheng had sunken cheeks and a sallow complexion. He was propping himself up on one arm, looking at the ground with his head.

Wu Sheng had been ill for half a year, and it was gradually reaching the point where the oil ran out.

His external identity is that of a scholar studying abroad, but in reality he is not even a human being.And that handsome young man sitting under the couch was summoned by his blood... the ancestor.

The doctor continuously raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes, looking at Wu Sheng with sharp knife-like eyes.

He is a dignified half-step saint, the seventh person under the six sages of the prehistoric world, and he was implicated by such a dying sick child, and lost [-]% of his mana in life and life!

Wu Sheng was stung by that gaze, and he said, "This junior is about to end his lifespan, and he doesn't want my witch clan's body to be taken over by ghosts, let alone my wish..."

The doctor grinds his teeth continuously.

Since he is the blood of the Witch Clan living in another world, there is no harm in helping him.

But this different world can't accommodate the vast magic power of the ancestor witch. He just broke through the void. If he hadn't reacted quickly and dissipated the power of the whole body immediately, he might not have helped him himself, and it would have been Wu Sheng who died for him...

When Shattering the Void and leaving the Great Desolation, it was because the god of thieves targeted the Wu Clan and didn't let them be sanctified!

It's all right now, only [-]% of his mana is left, why is he calling the wind and rain and doing whatever he wants here?

The old ancestor was silent for a long time, Wu Sheng felt anxious, leaned over and coughed up a big mouthful of dirty blood.

Blood spots splashed on the doctor's snow-white clothes, and the thin aura belonging to the witch clan brought him back to his senses, and then he stood up from the ground.

Wu Sheng's vitality had been cut off.

He lay flat on the pillow, his eyes full of regret.The evil ghost lingering between the beams laughed strangely, and rushed towards the still warm body.

The Witch Clan was born of the flesh and blood of Pangu, the Great God, and his physical body was extremely tyrannical.

Even though Wu Sheng's blood was almost gone, if he seized this body, it would be very easy to recover Yang or become a ghost king.

Doctor Xuduan watched them fight coldly, and waited for the final victor to rush towards Wusheng brazenly, and then waved his sleeves to disperse him.

Even if he only has [-]% of his mana left, he will not allow these ghosts to be presumptuous.

"One family, your wish, I will help you."

When I got up in the morning, the rainy season had stopped, and the girls in twos and threes went to the stream together. When they saw a handsome man with a tall and straight figure in the distance, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This is the descending of the gods!"

Girls' thoughts are always straightforward and simple. They were intoxicated by the man's beauty, so they trotted all the way to chase him away.

"Oh, he punted away..."

The girl's soft and sweet complaints are really refreshing.

The doctor continued to put on the bamboo hat, propped the pole lightly twice, his wide sleeves were swayed by the stream wind, and he looked like a god in the golden morning light.

Wusheng is a witch tribe who was assimilated by humans.

Although he has never practiced before, he knows a few small techniques bestowed by his blood.Although these spells are not very useful, cheating on one's merits is enough to make him rich and powerful.

But he still lived in a dilapidated hut and was a poor scholar until his death.

The doctor saw his life intermittently, and the scenes passed by in a hurry, which was very boring.

There is only one beautiful girl, who is the brightest part of his life.Even if she is already someone else's wife, teach him to never forget it until his death.

The boat drifted for several days, sailing from the Lanjiang River to the Jinhua River.The doctor shook the tortoise shell continuously, and finally abandoned the boat and landed.

Jinhua's parents and officials are very clean and honest. Under his governance, not only the people live well, but even the wandering lonely souls often have sacrifices.

Those who can enter the city are benevolent ghosts, and the doctor keeps touching his rumbling stomach and smashing his mouth.

Good ghosts are useless after eating it, and it tastes like chewing a candle, so forget it.

He raised his eyes and looked far away, and finally saw the soaring resentment at the back of the suburb.

"Be careful, brother!"

The doctor was pulled for no reason, and saw that it was a man dressed as a scholar, who was about to speak, but felt the tortoise shell in his arms move.

This scholar's face is straight and upright, with a hint of aura, he is the husband of the woman Wu Sheng is in love with.

A short beggar ran away, the scholar chased him for two steps, then folded his body and bowed his hands to the doctor.

"Xiaosheng just saw that the thief wanted to touch your purse, so he was so abrupt, brother, please forgive me."

The doctor squinted and smiled.

The money bag belonged to Wu Sheng, and after he buried Wu Sheng in the coffin, he took it away casually, counting it as a proof of recognition with that woman.

"Brother Tai is anxious and righteous, so I dare not take offense."

It was the first time Ning Caichen saw such an outstanding man.Seeing that he was dressed in white clothes like Sai Xue, his appearance was even better than that of Pan An, and his demeanor was also different from ordinary people, so he was immediately impressed by his demeanor.

"Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, I don't know what to call your brother?"

The medical doctor returned the salute: "I'm going to the doctor's teaser."

Ning Caichen said: "Brother Yi's accent doesn't sound like a person from Zhejiang, but you have traveled here?"

The doctor continued to show embarrassment: "I am shy in my pocket, and I am going to spend the night in the temple to the north."

Ning Caichen said happily: "Coincidentally, brother Yu also wants to go, how about you and I going together?"

The temple was built on the outskirts of the city, and the mountain road was not very smooth.

Yi Diaduan had nothing in his hands, but Ning Caichen was carrying his luggage, and after a while his face showed tiredness.

Ning Caichen wanted to ask him for help, but he couldn't open his mouth, he thought to himself: "Although this brother Yi speaks softly, he has a coldness that rejects others thousands of miles away. I'd better not bother him."

The temple was shrouded in a black mist, but mortals couldn't see the demonic atmosphere with their naked eyes.

Ning Caichen wiped his sweat, glanced at the plaque of "Lanruo Temple", and said with a smile, "It's almost here!"

The pagodas and main halls in the temple are still well maintained, only the grass has not been pulled out, and it has grown taller than a person.

"It seems that there have been no pilgrims for a long time." Ning Caichen looked around, "Have the monks gone out?"

The doctor touched the thick bamboo intermittently, shook his head and said, "It should be an empty temple, there are no monks chanting scriptures and meditating."

Ning Caichen didn't believe it, so he looked at the monk's house on both sides of the house one by one, and saw that the tables and chairs were covered with thick dirt, so he gave up.

His legs and feet were sore from walking, so he sat down by the lotus pond, looking at the sunset in the sky and worrying.

There are no monks, and naturally there is no fasting.Houses in the city cost a lot, although living in this temple does not worry about rent, food is a problem.

The doctor looked at him annoyed and entangled intermittently, and suddenly felt a strange breath, and couldn't help turning around to look.

A tall and strong man dressed as a scholar stood at the door, staring fixedly at the doctor: "My surname is Yan, and my name is Chixia. What do you call me?"

"Doctor continued."

"This temple is already empty. If you don't mind, you can temporarily stay in the south courtyard."

Yan Chixia pushed the courtyard door to the south and led them to look at the house, "I'm also renting here."

His whole body was as sharp as a sharp sword, and although he tried his best to put on a soft expression, it was still a little blunt.

Excluding Yan Chixia's house, there are three vacant rooms.Seeing that there were no beds, tables and chairs inside, Ning Caichen hurriedly put down his luggage and went to make a bed with straw.

Only then did Yan Chixia ask in a low voice: "Brother Yi...is he a member of the Taoist sect?"

This little brother has a pure and indifferent demeanor, with a hint of frost on his face, he looks like a famous disciple.

The doctor continued to shake his head, "My surname is the doctor of 'witch doctor'."

Yan Chixia was taken aback, and broke off a bamboo branch to write the word "medical" on the ground.

This is the origin of the witch clan and the origin of witch doctors.

Yan Chixia frowned and thought for a while, then asked in confusion: "Tiao Dashen? Shaman outside the pass?"

A bundle was tied on his back, and inside was a boxy box with a strong aura, like a sharp weapon for killing demons.

The doctor appraised the strength of the two men, and said sullenly: "Almost."

Reckless Wu Sheng hurt me!

This young man has extraordinary bones and is not polluted by the world of mortals. If he is taught by a famous teacher and good student, he will surely accomplish a lot in the future.

It's a pity that he is a way that has been passed down from generation to generation. Yan Chixia can't persuade him not to learn it, and she feels very sorry.

Ning Caichen came back with firewood, and quickly made a thick layer, which was considered a bed for rest.

"Brother Yi, why don't you live with me?"

The doctor shook his head intermittently, and opened a door casually, "I live here."

Ning Caichen saw that he didn't lay out straw, so he wanted to bring some for him, but his limbs were really tired, so he had no choice but to let it go.

He walked a lot today, his stomach was already empty, he was a little panicked from hunger, and he was not used to sleeping in a new place, so he didn't close his eyes until midnight.

"Why hasn't Xiaoqian come for so long? Do you have complaints about grandma?"

There seemed to be voices from the north, Ning Caichen stood up and opened the door, looking in through the stone window on the wall.

The person who spoke was a woman in her forties, blocked by an old mother in dark red clothes, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

The old mother said: "I didn't hear her complaints, I'm afraid she is not feeling well."

The woman complained a few words, and after a while, she saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman coming.

This woman was wearing a plain single gauze, her slender waist was not enough to grasp, and she couldn't see clearly in the dim night, but she was also known to be a rare beauty.

The woman said with a smile: "Xiaoqian is getting brighter now, if I were a man, I would be hooked by you."

Seeing Xiaoqian's charming smile, Ning Caichen seemed to be looking at him, and hurriedly squatted under the window.

Even if it is the female relatives who live in this temple, don't be abrupt.

He had made an agreement with his good wife at home, and vowed never to find a second woman in his life.

Ning Caichen quietly went back to the house, his stomach was still rumbling, but the face of that girl Xiaoqian could not be lingered in his mind.

"Xiaoqian, what are you looking at?"

Xiaoqian giggled, stretched her waist lightly, "Two strangers came today, let's see who we can find."

The woman said: "In the second room on the south side, there lives a very handsome young man, who looks like a baby..."

The old mother also smiled and said: "The bearing is also good, I am afraid that the emperor's dragon son is not as good. It is cold, I don't know if I understand pity and cherish jade."

Xiaoqian was a little moved, and when she thought about the person under the window just now, she waved her hand and said, "If it's really that good, I'll keep it until the end."

With loose hair, she put on a cute and pitiful appearance, twisted her water snake waist, and floated towards Ning Caichen's room.

"In the past, I used to be very chaste and ninety strong and refused to do this kind of thing, but now I can't do without a man." Seeing her enter the door, the woman spat on the ground.

"Little whore..."

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