Wild boar

Chapter 88
It's that pig!

It was the wild boar that once swaggered down the street!
It's the wild boar that someone keeps and claims will never harm anyone!
The wild boar was so strong that it seemed more oppressive than the female ghost, and the oppressive feeling at this time became a sense of security in the eyes of the people.

The wind was blowing.

The female ghost caught in the barbed wire net suddenly turned back and started to kill the wild boar.

The boar lowered his head.

Boar charge!

Bang!
The heavy impact caused the female ghost to fly backwards again.

After the female ghost landed.

The wild boar grabbed the iron net in one bite and spun around again.

But there is only one wild boar, and it is impossible to lock the female ghost with an iron net.

"Brothers, come on!" A strong man with blood-stained hands once again grabbed the iron net with his bloody palms.

He runs and spins with the boar.

"Fight her!"

One after another, the strong men stood up again. Regardless of the injuries on their hands, they grabbed the iron net and circled around the female ghost.

Zhu Zishan is the mainstay. He is powerful and huge. The female ghost cannot pull Zhu Zishan away. She can only be wrapped up layer by layer by the iron net.

Deng Anyong stumbled up from the ground and ran to the door of the government office.

With his hands dripping with blood, he picked up the two drumsticks at the yamen door and beat them rhythmically towards the grievance drum.

dong dong dong dong dong...

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

……

Knocking and shouting.

at the same time.

Both sides of the street.

Windows and doors opened.

One by one the common people emerged.

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

The people followed and shouted.

The strong wind blows and the clouds fly, and the strong warriors guard the four directions.

When two armies face each other, beating war drums and shouting to the strong wind can increase the military power and momentum.

Hearing the people on both sides shouting about the strong wind, the warriors on the street desperately closing the nets also shouted at the same time.

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

"Gale!"

……

The people on both sides of the street and the warriors on the ground shouted loudly at the same time.

There was a chorus of shouts.

The female ghost's power is gradually lost!

The iron net locked the female ghost layer by layer.

Zhu Zishan shook the pig's head hard, grabbed the wire of the iron net, and started running.

Plop.

The female ghost was pulled to the ground.

She was wrapped in the iron net and rubbed against the ground. The cold wind had no effect at all.

Zhu Zishan dragged the female ghost and ran on the street, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.

"Strong wind, strong wind, strong wind..." The people followed and wanted to beat each other with drums to boost their momentum.However, the wild boar was extremely fast. In the thick smoke and dust, the wild boar dragged the iron net and the female ghost out of the city and towards the vast mountains.

After half a day.

The house where Dong Liyi practices.

dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Dong Liyi used the magic of controlling objects to open the courtyard door.

Outside the courtyard gate stood an old man with a serious face and a group of police officers.

Dong Liyi hurriedly stepped forward, then saluted solemnly and asked, "Master Magistrate, could it be that my spirit beast caused some trouble again? I hope you won't blame me?"

"No! Immortal Dong has misunderstood. Your spirit beast saved the people of the city. The people of the city are grateful to him. How can I dare to blame him?" said the prefect.

Dong Liyi was stunned.

Could this be an irony?

But seeing that the magistrate's expression was solemn and not very resembling, Dong Liyi asked humbly: "May I ask, sir, what happened?"

"Dong Immortal...the evil demon appeared in the world, and the female ghost was at work, killing the people in the city wantonly. Even Duan Immortal and Fengxian were met with misfortune. Now the great disaster in Guangxian Town has just passed, and the murderous female ghost was killed by your spirit beast. After surrendering, they were taken out of the city, but the people still have lingering fears and are anxious and uneasy. Please ask Dong Immortal to report the situation here to the Immortal Sect!" the prefect said with a sincere face.

"What did you say!? Something happened to Senior Brother Duan and Senior Brother Feng?" Dong Liyi asked in surprise.

"Dong Immortal, please stop practicing in seclusion, come out and take a look... The city is full of dirt today, and many innocent people have died. The living people are still afraid of the female ghost reappearing. I pray that the Immortal will perform his duties quickly and take care of things in the city. Report to the Immortal Sect." The magistrate said while kneeling on the ground and clasping his fists.

"My lord, you are serious, let me go out and have a look." Dong Liyi said after thinking about it for a while.

To report the matters here to the Tianchi Alliance, you need to use the Yaoguang Communication Array.

And that magic circle not only needs to be activated at night, but also requires Yao light armor.

Dong Liyi is not on duty today, and the Yao Guang Armor is not on his body. If he wants to notify the Immortal Sect, he may not be successful.

But Dong Liyi was already the hope of everyone in the city, and he had to hold on.

……

In Ziyun Mountain.

On top of a clear pool with clear water.

A gray female corpse was hung under a big tree.

Under the tree is a quiet pool.

The pool is about tens of feet wide, and it is impossible for any living thing to approach it.

In a grass cage near a waterhole.

A quilboar took out three storage bags from the pig's mouth.

A black storage bag belongs to Fu Kuncheng, and the other two gray storage bags belong to Duan Gu and Feng Yinghe.

Zhu Zishan first picked up the black storage bag and put it on his forehead, and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.

Fu Kuncheng summarized Pu Shui Xuan Gong, a summary of miscellaneous knowledge on cultivation, as well as a large number of talismans, spiritual stones, poisons that can cause hallucinations and fainting, skinning knives, easy-to-use sundries, and Fu Kuncheng's middle-grade magical weapon Hanxue Sword.

As expected of a senior casual cultivator with a rich net worth, these things alone are enough for Zhu Zishan to digest for a long time.

Next is Duan Gu's storage bag. The most valuable thing in it is the underground monk's magic power inheritance. Other than that, there is not even a piece of spiritual stone. It is just some changes of clothes, some broken silver, sundries, and half a bag of spiritual stones. rice.

Finally, there was Feng Yinghe's storage bag, which was even more shabby. It also contained a change of clothes, sundries, broken silver, half a bag of spiritual rice, and a broken hammer.

With the mid-grade magical weapon Hanxue Sword, Zhu Zishan looked down on other magical weapons and put them in a storage bag. They were disguised as debris and Zhu Zishan couldn't use them. He had a pig face. No makeup required.

Zhu Zishan took out the duty order and Yao Guangjia from Duan Gu, Feng Ying and the sundries in the storage bag, and then put these things back after thinking about it.

After sorting through the trophies he picked up, Zhu Zishan took out the needle and thread from his original storage bag. He replaced the gray storage bag under his belly with Fu Kuncheng's black storage bag.

Fu Kuncheng's storage bag was obviously larger. As for the other storage bags, after taking the important things, Zhu Zishan was ready to bury them on the spot.

Zhu Zishan is a wild boar man who can only hang one storage bag on his body, unlike humans who can hang eight or nine. He must organize it and only take things that are useful to him.

After sorting the trophies, Zhu Zishan took out a black finger bone from the black storage bag, placed it on his forehead, and studied it carefully.

Time flew by and it was night.

Zhu Zishan had just removed the black finger bone from his forehead.

The skills of underground demon cultivators are indeed very different from those of monks on the ground. Their practice must enslave corpses.

They can turn the pain of the ghoul into a curse and weaken the enemy's strength. They can also use the ghoul as a medium to use yin to replenish yang and nourish their own body and soul, thereby achieving the goal of eternal life.

(End of this chapter)