Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

The strengthened convoy is surprisingly fast. Fortunately, all of them are C-level or above, otherwise they would be easily injured in a car accident at this speed.

On the way, Jiang Chen received news that the six giants who came to participate in the suppression of Jigui had been confirmed.

It is the Lingbao Sect, the leader of Qi Dao, and King Equality specifically said that at that time, you can spend the hell points to ask them to help repair, refine, and strengthen the weapons in your hands.

This is a great opportunity, don't miss it.

The only thing to note is that this is a group of profiteers, relying on their good skills and charging extremely expensive fees, even a certain Yan Luo was once slaughtered.

Hearing this news, a group of errands became excited.

Naturally, they have heard of the name of the Lingbao Sect. It is said that even the top masters of many foreign official forces have to travel across the oceans just to ask the Lingbao Sect's master craftsman to help forge or strengthen a weapon.

However, Yinchai is usually busy with official duties, and the famous masters of the Lingbao Sect are often in seclusion to study the way, so it is difficult to have such an opportunity.

This time everyone is a comrade-in-arms.

Yincha's combat strength is high enough, and when the time comes, she will put in more strength. With this friendship, she might be able to strengthen her own weapons at a suitable price.

Jiang Chen also looked thoughtful.

His thinking is different from everyone else's.

What he was thinking about was that since Lingbaozong is a well-known profiteer in the world of strange people, he must have a lot of savings, right?

"But going to help a group of Kyushu, and even the world's most powerful refining masters to make money, wouldn't it be too high-profile..."

This is the only place where he hesitates.

"Perhaps it is possible to trade quietly, and lock in big customers at the elder level, and then threaten them to help keep it secret. Yes, this should be feasible..."

...

The convoy arrived at another relatively large tributary of the Yangtze River in a few minutes.

From a distance, Jiang Chen saw a village by the river brightly lit.

This is very strange. People in the countryside usually go to bed very early, and often after eight o'clock, only the barking of dogs can be heard.

"Go and have a look."

A group of people approached and saw that the village was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and hung red banners and red flowers. A group of men were still killing pigs and washing them, while women were busy plucking chickens and ducks.

Everyone's faces sank.

They don't need to look down to know what's going to happen here.

It seems that although the agreement between the Dark Alliance and the Ghost Festival has not yet been implemented, the river gods of these tributaries are a little impatient. Since they were suppressed by the Yin Cao, they have not enjoyed a decent offering for many years.

The villagers also discovered this group of outsiders.

An old man came over with the support of several young men, cupped his hands, and said politely: "The old man is the head of this village. Friends, I passed by late at night. It coincides with a happy event. Please come in for a drink."

As the saying goes, reach out and never hit a smiling face.

But Jiang Chen just squinted at him: "Old man, who is your friend?"

Hearing this, some young and strong looked unhappy, and some even took out sickles and hoes, and looked at the group of people coldly.

But the old man quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, and scolded: "What are you doing! What year is it now, put your things down."

He is old and refined, and he can tell at a glance that these people have extraordinary temperament.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and smiled apologetically: "The guest is a distinguished person. It is only natural to call the old man an old man. If you don't drink, do you want to stay overnight? The village will immediately vacate rooms for you."

The other party had such an attitude, but Jiang Chen remained indifferent: "Old man, don't talk nonsense, I know what you want to do, you care about human life, if this matter is reported, what are the consequences, do you need me to teach you?"

As soon as the words came out.

The faces of a group of villagers were as cold as ice. The pig butcher suddenly stood up and walked over with a bloody butcher's knife.

The villagers also gathered around with sickles and hoes.

"Snapped"

A loud slap, followed by several kicks.

The old man blushed and cursed angrily: "What are you doing! Do you want to rebel? Go away! Go back, I'll tell them!"

The young men didn't dare to fight back, and took a few steps back embarrassingly.

Only then did the old man turn his head, and it could be seen that his body was trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something: "Guests are much more noble than I imagined."

"To be honest, we have no choice but to do this."

"At night, the river god appeared, and Zhang Erwa, who had been drowned for many years, suddenly ran back, and said that as long as she sacrificed immediately and sent a river god empress, all the drowned people in the village would come back alive."

"And if you don't send it away, after twelve o'clock, the river god will get angry and flood all the surrounding villages."

"Erwa also offered to give his girl. That girl has been insane since she was a child. After Erwa drowned, she picked up things in the village and lived on a hundred meals. No one loved her."

"Her father is back and wants to send her to be the Empress of the River God. Naturally, everyone agrees."

"Is everyone from above?"

"Old man, I have lived for over a hundred years, so I don't know much about it, but since you are here, the so-called river god should be unstoppable."

"As for the responsibility for this matter, the villagers are ignorant, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. I have studied the old man for several years, but I didn't stop him. The crime is mine, and I will be punished."

The old man said and stretched out his hands.

Jiang Chen ignored him, took a step forward, and shouted, "Which one is the second baby?"

A figure in the crowd was still hesitating before, but now he seemed to be sure of something, turned around and ran away.

Jiang Chen raised his hand to take a picture, and the opponent flew directly over, and the strong wind overturned several villagers.

He choked each other's neck.

The man's death was revealed little by little, his whole body was soaked white, his lips were black and purple, his limbs were rotten, and maggots were crawling around, making him look extremely disgusting.

A group of villagers screamed in fright.

"The river god asked you to come?"

Jiang Chen asked lightly.

The water ghost glanced at the river bank, showing hesitation.

"click"

His neck was directly broken, his head fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled in front of the dead pig, scaring the faces of the butchers to turn pale.

"Forget it, you don't need to say it, it's not important."

Jiang Chen shook his head, glanced at the panicked villagers, grinned, and suddenly threw the body of the water ghost up, and then punched it out.

"boom"

The ghost exploded.

Minced meat and black blood splashed and fell on every villager, and they screamed louder.

Polluted by yin qi, although these people are not life-threatening, they will at least suffer from a serious illness in the future.

This was done on purpose by Jiang Chen.

He has always felt that exorcising ghosts is not only about exorcising ghosts, but also punishing and changing the inner filth of some people.

The devil in the heart of the human heart is sometimes more terrifying than the real ghost.

Turning his head and pondering for two seconds, he threw the Yinshen Hammer directly, and the river water exploded into a huge wave.

"Where is the river god here?"

"get out!"

Jiang Chen's voice rang out.

The dark energy gathered in the river, and a figure dressed so red and black slowly emerged from the water, with a serious face, staring at the young man on the shore.

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, I lost something, why did you come here, you river god is not professional at all."

"Hurry up and pick up my hammer...!"

Jiang Chen took two steps forward, looking down at the figure under the water with a cold and playful expression.