Pioneering

Chapter 90
After negotiating the conditions, Zhong Ming happily followed Zhu Lingyu to the Wang's mansion with his "Noble Wound" sword in his hand.

Dilapidated, crude, airtight, mixed with people and animals, no matter whether it is the residence of the low-level people in the East or the West, Zhong Ming has seen it all, whether it is ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign.

He has become numb to the poor residence, but he still has some interest in observing the rich mansion.

The majestic and majestic stone lions are exquisitely carved and painted as Zhumen, the white walls and green tiles are the tallest, the corridors and waists are stretched back to the north and south, and there are endless pavilions and pavilions.

The area of ​​this mansion alone is more than ten times that of his own residence, and its elegant appearance surpasses the palace of Grand Duke Ansos.

Sure enough, the sufferings of being poor are all the same, but the extravagance of being rich has its own characteristics.

Although Zhong Ming was quite disdainful of the extravagance of the Dayan Chinese, he still honestly enjoyed the luxurious residence and servants provided by the palace.

"I think I have worked so hard in many worlds, and occasionally enjoy it, what's wrong?" Zhong Ming, who was sweating profusely from martial arts training, comforted himself while enjoying the maid's kneading.

"Just rest for [-] million minutes more, just [-] million minutes!"

Soon, the Golden Crow descended, and the Jade Rabbit climbed into the sky.

The boundless darkness engulfed a little of the moonlight, and the faint sandalwood fragrance filled this fresh and leisurely boudoir. The window screens in the hollowed-out tallow window were beaten by the whistling wind, as if someone was not paying attention. Stop crying.

Zhong Ming held the "nobility's injury" in his hand, held his breath, and hid under the huanghuali wood bed exuding a pleasant fragrance according to the tricks recorded in the secret books of martial arts. Zhu Lingyu and two close-fitting maid.

The servants and nurses also hid in the next room, pretending to be asleep, and rushed to the house as soon as they heard the sound. It is not clear how effective the protection against evil spirits will be if there are too many people, but they are quite prepared to prevent Zhong Ming's wolfish behavior.

It's not easy for a lonely man and a widow to be alone in a room, so Zhu Lingyu has to add two burdens to her life and death before she is willing to use her body as bait.

Of course, whether it is because of fame or fear is a matter of opinion.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Ming, who had been practicing martial arts day and night for several consecutive days, was lying under the bed, already feeling drowsy. The three women on the bed huddled together, and the shivering noise affected his drowsiness.

Suddenly, a cloud of dark wind came out of a buried well in the palace, suddenly passed through the hall, and rolled out of this boudoir.

"Clap~"

With the sound of the wind slapping on the door, a strange and distorted force spread from outside the boudoir door, quickly covering the entire boudoir inside and outside.

There was a sound of "clanging" weapons falling to the ground, and the guard next door fell to the ground in all sorts of disarray, and the three women curled up on the bed in the boudoir no longer trembled.

This ball of Yin Qi slammed into the window of the boudoir, was suddenly bounced away, and rushed up again the next moment...

"crunch~"

With a crisp sound coming from nowhere, this group of Yin Qi finally got into the house and turned into a gloomy and strange phantom.

Phantom approached the soft bed step by step, Zhu Lingyu on the bed seemed to be dreaming of something again, trembling unceasingly, drips of fragrant sweat ran across her face and landed on the jade pillow.

Finally, Phantom stood in front of the bed, and a pair of rancid and swollen strange hands couldn't wait to reach out to her.

"Ah~"

The closer you get to Zhu Lingyu, the harder it is for these strange hands to penetrate an inch, as if something is firmly blocking Zhu Lingyu's body.

When the Great Yan Dynasty was in its heyday, the human dragon spirit was unprecedentedly condensed, and the official spirit attached to the human dragon spirit became more and more miraculous. Even if Zhu Lingyu was only the child of a county parent official, the scattered official spirit on her body would hinder this evil spirit for a long time, otherwise She can't make it now either.

"Bold evildoer, dare to harm people!"

A knife light emitting a piercing sound suddenly emerged from the bottom of the bed and slashed fiercely at the ghost's feet.

It's impossible not to shout, Zhong Ming, who was very sleepy just now, reacted a little slower. If he didn't shout, the devil's hands would be stuck on the employer's neck.

The knife was sharp and quick, and the ghost still didn't dodge after all, and only had time to fly three inches high before being slashed on the sole of the foot.

Ordinary physical attacks are first-class against ghosts and ghosts, with little effect. However, Zhong Ming, who has just dabbled in Qi and blood martial arts, has learned a lot of methods to use Qi and blood, and his efficiency in dealing with ghosts and ghosts has been greatly improved.

This "Noble Injury" attached to his surging and condensed Qi and blood, easily cut off the soles of Ghost Shadow's feet.

The embroidered shoes with a rancid smell wrapped around the ghost's feet, and under the impact of the scorching blood, they turned into a wisp of green smoke before they landed, and disappeared.

"Ahhh!"

Ghosting screamed, and only then did he realize that there was a fierce man hiding under the enemy's bed, staring at Zhong Ming with hatred.

Zhong Ming raised his eyes and saw that this ghost image really... fits the image of a ghost.

This female ghost was dressed in an indigo blue dress, her whole body was wet, her skin was wrinkled and swollen, and her skin was covered with spots of light red marks, and there was fungus-like foam between her mouth and nose. What kind of eyes did she have? Sunken , turbid, dead ashes, empty, without a trace of spirit, with a kind of appalling silence.

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Name: Kou Ziyan
Race: ghost (drowned ghost)

Yin life: 0/542
Aura Affinity: Yin Qi (Medium)

Status: healthy
Extraordinary Occupation: Ghosts and Gods

Physical body: level zero

Energy: Late Zero Order (99)

Spirit: Late Zero Order (99)

Mind: Order Zero

Talent: Aura of Fear

Skills: ..., Pseudo-Ghostland. Dream Sleep (Within a radius of half a mile, people will fall into a dream with thoughts. As the time of dreaming becomes longer, the luck and physical fitness of the dreamer will be gradually suppressed)

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After screaming, the female ghost seemed to feel that Zhong Ming was not a good character, so she didn't directly kill him, but asked in a resentful and unwilling voice:

"Who are you, why did you stop me?"

Zhong Ming was originally quite curious about the grievances and grievances between her and Zhu Lingyu. If he has the ability to listen to gossip, who wouldn't want to watch it?
Besides, there is no threat, so it's okay to listen to gossip.

Although the surging blood and strong spirit in her body made her pseudo-ghost domain have little effect, but his sleepiness in recent days was really aroused.

Now Zhong Ming just wants to finish playing early and go home early to take a rest.

"Where did all this nonsense come from, evildoer, die quickly!"

Zhong Ming yelled violently, as if stepping on violent sand and lightning, a blurred figure appeared behind Kou Ziyan, blood surged, and the "Noble Wound" cut across her ghost body.

The thick and hot breath of the body in the middle of the first order burned her ghost like a branding iron, making her experience the helplessness, weakness and fear in her life again.

(End of this chapter)