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Chapter 72

A blade of light leaped into the ancestral hall, aiming at the copper-headed imp's neck and chopping it abruptly.

Hatchet?Sha Pingguang's eyes widened.

With a ruthless blow, he chopped half of the copper-headed kid's neck which had just recovered.

The whole body of the brazen-headed brat paused for a moment.

Behind the wooden knife handle, blue veins throbbed on the well-defined palm, and the young man's eyebrows were like knives.

With a swipe of the knife, it left the gap, followed by black blood, as if forced out by the black blood gushing from the neck of the copper-headed kid.

How can ah.

It was only half of the neck cut off.

not enough!

Wu Qing's forearm muscles tensed, the blade paused in mid-air, and slashed in along the previous blade.

Not deep into the flesh!

Then the hatchet was raised again, and it fell down again with a domineering attitude.

puff!

Gululu.

The little head of the copper-headed brat rolled around on the ground a few times screaming.

The corpse of the brat-headed brat pressed Patrolman Sun, and fell to the sky. The corpse slammed heavily into the blood pool on the ground. Black and red blood splashed like ink, splashing out circles of "Mo Feng".

It also splashed Wu Qing all over.

As the copper-headed kid's head fell to the ground, a cold current invisible to the naked eye spread to Wu Qing's body along the handle of the knife.

Karma after killing ghosts?

No time to think about it.

With a flick of Wu Qing's hand, half of the stinky black blood on the hatchet was gone, leaving an extra "skim" on the ground.

He also saw Sha Pingguang staring at his hatchet with wide-open eyes.

He smiled and said solemnly,

"As a farmer in a remote mountain village, it's reasonable and logical to carry a hatchet, right?"

Wu Qing's joke is a cold joke.For Sha Pingguang, this is the case.

Therefore, Wu Qing's lines with a sense of imagery are different in Sha Pingguang's ears.

The candlelight in the ancestral hall illuminated the future thoroughly.

Sha Ping recognized the person who came at a glance. He was the head of the local village, a young man who wanted to be their helper.

"Small village, farmer, 16 years old, has been in the bodyguard for a month... aren't you kidding me? You tell me that such a person has good skills?"

It was only when his colleagues belittled the young man with a knife in front of him that he thought of it, but Sha Pingguang forgot all about it, and what came up again was another sentence.own words.

"Snob."

It's a bit too much to describe myself as a beast, but someone just saved his life.

It is true that he has been a patrolman for five or six years, but before that, he had been a swordsman for decades.The old friendship in the rivers and lakes has long been deeply rooted in Shapingguang's bone marrow, and the five or six years of police career can't be worn away.

Therefore, in the face of saving his life, the shame in Sha Pingguang's heart turned into self-contempt.

The style of old Jianghu people.

Seeing various emotions alternately appearing on Sha Pingguang's face, Wu Qing could probably guess what Sha Pingguang was thinking.

Not worth reviewing.

Patrolman Sun, who was pierced by the copper-headed brat with one hand, died not so quickly, with intermittent pleadings,

"help me."

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Patrolman Sun, who was dying, if he hadn't held the brazen-headed kid, Wu Qing's first cut would not have been so accurate, and it would have taken a lot of effort to chop off the brazen-headed brat.As a thank you, Wu Qing decided to ignore his previous bad fart, and of course he also ignored his current desolation.

Wu Qing stepped on the head of the copper-headed kid, as if stepping on a hard rock, and spoke before Sha Pingguang,
"Officer Sha, I don't read many books, so don't lie to me that this is neither human nor ghost, it's a martial arts master who has practiced the Nine Yin Manual."

In view of Wu Qing's understanding, the salt police are used to secretive behavior, so he simply made his words clear.

Sha Pingguang didn't know what the Nine Yin Scriptures were, but he could hear the teasing in Wu Qing's words.He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This young man is not a bad person.

He also recognized the probing meaning in Wu Qing's words, and after a moment of silence, he used a nondescript address.

"I haven't asked your Excellency Gao's name yet."

"Small people in the mountain village, how can there be a Gao surname. Wu Qing."

Sha Pingguang's eyelids twitched, but immediately drooped again,
"Forgive me for my lack of knowledge, and I don't know what the Nine Yin Manual is, but since you have already seen it, there is no need for Sha to shake his lips."

Wu Qing glanced at Patrolman Sun, who was in a pool of blood, his expression froze.It took only two sentences, and it was dead.

Wu Qing's original plan was to wait until the fierce battle between the two salt patrolmen and the copper-headed brat was in full swing, to intervene and help, so as to add icing on the cake.

Since Sha Pingguang knew it was a ghost, he dared to confront the enemy with a mere two, he must have great confidence.

I just didn't expect that Patrolman Sun is such a wonderful person...

Wu Qing's icing on the cake turned into timely help.

A wonderful person in Wu Qing's eyes, but a piece of trash in Sha Ping's eyes.

As for the rookie who almost killed him, Sha Pingguang couldn't think of any harm to his own species, and he didn't even take a second look at him.

At this time, he was clutching his injured right hand with his left hand, but the blood was still gushing out, and Shaping was so painful that he gasped.

Wu Qing glanced unobtrusively at the roof, the black umbrella holding the Chihe knife was still on the roof.

He took a black umbrella when he went out, but he was worried that the Qi trainee who was acting as a salt policeman would notice something strange, so he took a hatchet.

On the roof, seeing that Sha Pingguang's soft sword could tear apart the flesh and blood of the copper-headed imp, Wu Qing didn't use the Chihe knife, but directly fired the hatchet.

Looking away, Wu Qing asked,
"How is Chief Sha's injury?"

"I can't die." Sha Pingguang gritted his teeth.

"That's good."

Wu Qing didn't care too much about Sha Pingguang's injury, as long as he didn't die, it was enough.

"Absurd stories such as immortals, foxes, ghosts and ghosts are nothing more than telling human events with ghosts? Describe grievances, and use ghosts to stab greed and torture. Can't they be taken seriously?"

The sole of the foot stomped on the kid's copper head, Wu Qing's tone was not kind,
"If I hadn't come to the ancestral hall out of curiosity, both of you would have died, leaving this little ghost alone to continue to harm my Wujia Village. And because of Chief Sha's pretentious words, I don't know how many people will die in my Wujia Village Lax villagers."

It's about my family, so it's justified to ask questions.

What's more, to go a little deeper, Sha Pingguang, and even the entire Destiny Bureau, and the government of the Republic of China and various warlords, knowing that there are ghosts that harm people, but deliberately concealing them.Unpredictable.Wu Qing has the idea of ​​exploring.

Sha Pingguang was silent for a moment,
"It's really my second anti-smuggling team. I have no choice but to let your Excellency know. The evil spirits are so weird. The brazen-headed brats whose bodies are damaged can only be regarded as the least harmful category. In addition, there are too many stupid people in society. A considerable part of the evil spirits are provoked by insiders."

Wu Qing was noncommittal about this, for such a vulgar reason, Wu Qing's ears became callused, and he didn't give up any redundant thoughts.

He looked down at the crumbs of the [Qi Avoiding Talisman],
"I was an apprentice in an escort agency before, and I heard the words of Qi practitioners. At that time, it was only a mysterious story. I didn't expect that ghosts were real, and Qi practitioners were also true."

(End of this chapter)