Pioneering

Chapter 73 Can't Fly

Seeing the fire ghost attacking and killing him with a single swoop, Zhong Ming was secretly happy.

However, Zhong Ming still insisted on moving, and jumped back with a little force, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand, and continued to release his mental power to form an awl, ready to give it a hard blow when it came over.

"Bastard! I￥#@!..."

When Zhong Ming saw Huo Gui's next move, he immediately cursed, fully displaying the language knowledge he had learned in Blue Star.

I saw the fire ghost swoop, and then it floated straight up, flying straight up at an extremely fast speed.

Although ghosts are not humans, they are obviously intelligent life forms.

The situation is not right, if you don't run now, when will you wait?
"Young master, it seems that you can't fly? Then we will meet again by fate."

The ferocious fire ghost was not angry when he heard Zhong Ming's warm greeting, but looked at the distraught Zhong Ming with great interest, and said goodbye to him tenderly.

"Can't fly!"

"Can't fly!"

"Can't fly!"

These three words echoed repeatedly in Zhong Ming's mind, and instantly overwhelmed the remaining rationality that Zhong Ming tried to maintain.

Today I must kill this bastard to avenge everyone in the troupe.

At this moment, Zhong Ming didn't care about keeping his position anymore, he rushed towards the fire ghost, leaped with all his strength, his superhuman physique was hundreds of times that of ordinary people, and he climbed to a height of several hundred meters in the blink of an eye .

Guessing that he was within range, Zhong Ming took a quick glance and shot the mental awl straight at the fire ghost.

"Ah~!"

After one hit, the fire ghost was not as weak as the ghost who bought his life. After a flick of his body, he still flew straight up.

However, this blow seemed like a substantial spiritual attack, but it seemed to cut through something. It opened a small hole in the chest cavity of the fire ghost, and a blood-red sachet the size of a sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks fell out of the small hole.

When the fire ghost saw the blood-red bag falling out, he became anxious and swooped down to catch the bag in mid-air.

Zhong Ming, who was still unable to defy gravity, fell to the ground unwillingly at this moment. With a loud "bang", a big hole was smashed on the ground.

Just as Zhong Ming was gnashing his teeth, he saw the fire ghost leaning over to pick up the bag.

What is a surprise?

This is the surprise!
Zhong Ming was overjoyed immediately, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, his muscles and muscles exerted strength at the same time, and he jumped again, his figure climbed rapidly, and his right hand grabbed the blood-red bag with all his might.

At the same time, the mental power spewed out again, and there was no time for fancy condensed spinning, and he directly rushed towards the fire ghost.

The fire ghost's scorched and skinny flaming body stopped suddenly, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and was bounced out with a "buzz".

Zhong Ming, who grabbed the bag, jumped to a roof, then took advantage of his strength to kick, and continued to pounce in the direction of the fire ghost, shouting as he pounced:

"Is this bag important to you?

You don't want this bag to be destroyed by me, do you? ..."

Hearing this, Huo Gui glared at Zhong Ming fiercely, dragged his erratic and oscillating soul body, and flew upwards with all his strength without looking back.

can't fly!
Zhong Ming, who had been running underground with the female ghost for a long time, failed to keep the fire ghost behind after all, and watched the fire ghost fly higher and higher.

The glaring Zhong Ming hated himself for not being able to fly!

Damn it, it's not over!
Zhong Ming, with bulging veins, turbulent qi and blood, and furious anger, no longer had the demeanor of Zhizhu in the past, and punched a wall with his fist, punching a big hole in the masonry wall with a "bang".

"What's that sound? Gu Ping, you got up and went to see, maybe you've been robbed."

"Well, I'll go. Mom, don't get up, it's windy at midnight, don't catch a cold."

……

Hearing the sound of the owner of the house getting up to check, Zhong Ming calmed down after venting his emotions, took out a few gold coins from the interspatial ring, squeezed them firmly with his right hand, rubbed them into a big golden bean, and tossed them lightly into the courtyard .

"Pedestrians in the past did not intend to damage the courtyard wall of the master's house. This small amount of money can be regarded as a certain compensation."

Zhong Ming, who finished talking dully, rushed towards Qingping Theater again, and not long after, he saw Zhang Xiaowu who was still unconscious at the gate.

"Ah~"

With a long sigh, Zhong Mingfu picked up Zhang Xiaowu and walked back to the theater building.

Zhong Ming looked at the corpses of those spectators who were not injured when he deliberately moved the battlefield, took a deep breath, suppressed his red eyes, walked gently to the last row, and put the corpses of all the troupe of Li Qingyuan They are all put into the space ring.

The space ring can't hold living things, there is no time passing inside, and the space of 400 cubic meters can hold 28 corpses, which is more than enough.

If I had come a moment earlier, would everything have been different?

Zhong Ming fell into deep self-blame, carried Zhang Xiaowu, and walked desolately into the night.

……

"Bang bang~"

The owner of Shoucai Shop Qian who was woken up in the middle of the night asked displeasedly, "Who is it?"

A heavy voice came from outside the door: "The one who bought the coffin."

Boss Qian got up with a rustle of clothes, took out a expensive talisman from a Taoist temple under his pillow, lit the oil lamp, and holding a bowl of cinnabar mixed with black dog blood, he said vigilantly through the door:
"Do you understand the rules? Stay at home for one night and come back tomorrow morning!"

There are taboos about the coffin shop. It is not open for business at night. If someone died at home, the body will be buried overnight and come back in the daytime.

The visitor thought: I really don't know, who knew there was such a rule?
"Master, please do me a favor, I am a human being, not a ghost..."

"Who cares if you are alive or not? Don't say you are alive, even dead people have to obey the rules. Come back in the daytime."

"Wait, I'll add money!"

After all, a huge golden brick pierced through the gap in the window, broke through the screen, and fell into the house.

Boss Qian's eyes lit up, he poked into the cinnabar with his finger, and pushed some cinnabar onto the gold brick.

no change.

Boss Qian picked up the gold brick and squeezed it with his hands.

Soft, tough, thick, it is true!
"jump~"

Before Boss Qian could speak, another gold brick came in and fell to the ground.

……

With a creak, the door opened.

Boss Qian looked at the visitor with a smile and said:

"It's not a matter of money or not. The main reason is that I am a kind-hearted person, and I don't want to see someone lying dead outside."

Boss Qian welcomed the visitor into the shop while talking, and closed the door behind him.

After a pause, Boss Qian, who was shocked by the bald-headed and bald-browed image of the visitor, continued to ask:

"Guest officer, do you want black? White? Red? Yellow? Or gold?"

The person who came was Zhong Ming who was carrying Zhang Xiaowu. Zhong Ming raised his eyebrows without eyebrows and asked:
"Any precision?"

Although Boss Qian slandered Zhong Ming for having no common sense in his heart, he still explained with a smile on his face:
"In our business, there are five colors of coffins.

The black coffin is for the dead.

White coffins, suitable for unmarried young women or young children who died in infancy.

The red coffin contains the happy and mourning old people who are over eighty years old, have passed away, and died without illness.

Yellow coffin, this kind of unpainted log-colored coffin is the cheapest.There is also a saying that there are still old people living in the family, and this kind of coffin can be used to pray for the longevity of the living old people.

Golden coffins, this kind of gold-painted coffins are used by princes, generals, dignitaries, and ordinary people can't afford this kind of coffin..."

"Okay, then bring me 28 golden coffins."

"Okay, one pair of golden coffins, wait, how many pairs did you just say?"

……

　In this chapter, I have no intention of mocking a certain flightless Pokémon.In addition, I ask all book friends to support Mengxin's creation, thank you~
　　
　
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