Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

A pot of bad wine and half a roast chicken.

Wang Liuzhi cursed and returned to his deserted home.

He hurriedly handed over the shift today, just to be able to spend the night in the gold cave in the city, and when he went there, he was contaminated with the bad luck in Guanli, but he was stopped by others at the door. The "Liu Ye" on the right called out politely, but asked him to write off the credit he had owed in the past, otherwise he would not be allowed to enter the door.

"Bah! Your sixth master wants to have silver, will you go to your broken kiln?"

He was upset, and nothing seemed pleasing to his eyes, but unfortunately there was no one in the house to relieve the fire.

Coincidentally, a depressed cry came from the next door, and Xu was the man beating his wife again.

He opened his throat and cursed:

"Sanglie!"

The cry disappeared immediately, he took a sip and looked around his empty house, but he couldn't help but envy him: "Tsk, if only there was a lady-in-law."

But where does the rogue man get the rogue wife?

He had to lock himself into the house, cold roast chicken with bad wine, and the right to deal with his stomach. After eating in two or three mouthfuls, he took out a small paper bag with a few pills wrapped in it. It was a demon pill distributed by the Yamen to prevent the demon epidemic.

He hesitated for a while, didn't move it, and threw it into a big urn in the corner of the room.

Then there is nothing to do.

I had to pour the whole pot of wine into my belly and sleep to count the ball.

The bed was cold and sweaty, he couldn't help but curled up, thinking in a daze, "I want a wife."

Go to sleep slowly.

I don't know how long it took.

The cold meat and bad wine in his stomach made a fuss. He tossed and couldn't bear it, so he got up to go to the hut.

Just opened the door.

A woman's face was squeezed in front of her eyes.

White face, sad eyes, red lips.

Is this... a dream come true?

Wang Liuzhi looked down habitually.

Looking at a white jade-like neck, and then, short needle-like bristles, cast iron-like black shell, huge round belly, slender limbs like spear-like halberds...

Wang Liuzhi's eyes were dumbfounded, the sour gas in his stomach surged up, and he screamed twice in his throat, and finally turned into a dry howl and sprayed out.

"Monster!"

...

Hoes, dung forks, hatchets, torches, top gate sticks... a variety of "weapons" are held in the hands of a dozen men.

They are strong and physically strong, and they are in large numbers. They shouted and cheered each other, but they couldn't hide their tremors and looked panic.

Because their enemy is a monster.

A spider that has a woman's face and is as big as an ox.

Wang Liuzhi hid in the crowd.

It was thanks to him that he usually hangs out with the evil boy, and his skill is still agile, that allows him to escape a life even after a face-to-face encounter with the monster.

Can.

This life will not last long.

He clenched his saber tightly, stared at the spider monster in front of him, and saw that she couldn't help but scream and bite, but was driven back by the men waving torches. It seemed that she was still evenly matched, and even had the upper hand.

But Wang Liuzhi knew that human strength is limited, and courage is even more limited.

When the strength and courage of this group of people are exhausted, who can come and save them?

Taoist priest in Shuiyueguan? Or the government?

However…

Did you hear it?

The whole city was crying.

I'm afraid that monsters are also causing trouble in other places!

If there really is a rescue, the high-ranking households in the city can't be rescued, so how can they give priority to this small corner of the poor?

Wang Liuzhi's eyes flickered.

Every time the monster pounces, every time it retreats, why is it like a hunter teasing its prey, making them nervous, and making them tired?

As for the seemingly crowded side, he saw exhaustion from his panicked faces, and heard fear from his breathing...Huh?

As he looked around, Wang Liuzhi was surprised to find that the person who should be here the most did not appear.

"Where is Zheng Tu?"

He muttered to himself.

"Where is Zheng Tong?"

He screamed.

When the crowd heard the sound, there was a short pause, and then it seemed as if they had caught some life-saving straw, and they screamed in chaos.

"Zheng Lang, come on", "Zheng Tuzi", "Zheng Da come out soon"...

Gathering together, even overwhelming the noise of the city.

"What do you want Grandpa to do?! It ruined a good dream for nothing."

There was a loud curse from the yard across from the market.

Then, the courtyard door slammed open, and a fat and strong man appeared, his mouth guarding his heart and his hair was angrily.

It is the butcher Zheng Tong who has not appeared in dozens of chapters in this article.

In fact, Wang Liuzhi and Zheng Tong were quite at odds, thinking that he was a dignified messenger, and there were a dozen brothers around him, and he was also the number one man in this workshop.

But this Zheng Tuzi looked down on him with a fat body and brute force, and he was often dirty.

But at this juncture, where can "private grievances" ruin the "big picture"?

Wang Liuzhi hurriedly called.

"Brother Zheng, come and wait for me to kill this monster."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Tong was shocked when he saw the monster for two or three seconds, and then he retracted into the room without turning his head back, and did not forget to close the door.

It's a shit!

Wang Liuzhi was so anxious that he cursed:

"This pig killer usually claims to be a good guy, but he didn't want to see the real chapter, but he was a man!"

Ugh!

Lao Tzu should also run away decisively.

His heart was darkly annoyed, and people's hearts were floating around him, allowing the monster to find a flaw, and suddenly rushed, the men hurriedly slapped the torch over. But this time, the monster did not retreat, allowing the torch to hit the carapace, splashing flamboyant sparks.

Immediately, he rushed away from the crowd, two chelated feet and one hook, caught two unlucky ones, and hurriedly got into the house behind him before the crowd reunited.

The door of the house was open, and there was a dark hole in it, and there was no light at all, only screams and crying continued to spread.

The people gathered again, but stopped in front of the house. No one dared to go in to save others, or even dared to get too close. They looked at each other, and finally they all looked at Wang Liuzhi.

Wang Liuzhi stared strangely.

"What do I do?"

In the crowd: "You are an official servant."

"I'm off work!"

"But this is your house."

"So what?" Wang Liu pointed out anxiously, "Liu Ye do not want this broken house!"

The voice fell.

"Step aside."

Suddenly, he was suddenly staggered from behind. As soon as he opened his teeth, a sharp cold light pierced in front of his eyes, and the foul language that came to his mouth was immediately swallowed back.

It is a long double-edged sword.

Carried on a pair of thick and strong shoulders.

The visitor wore heavy armor, and the armor was covered like scales.

The Jiaxuan (the rope that fastens the armor) is slightly loose, and it seems to be a little hurried when putting on the armor.

Tucked under his armpit, Dou Qi revealed a face full of fleshy flesh, with short steel needle-like roots and halberds, and the brows were cold, not at all the savage rascals usually in the market.

This person is Zheng Tong?

Wang Liu pointed out that for a moment, he was dumbfounded.

It turned out that Zheng Tong didn't shrink the egg, but went back to armour and enlist.

It turned out that the rumors were true, and this servant was really a brave soldier who had retreated from the north.

Hidden armor privately is a big crime, according to the law...

Thinking wildly on his side, Zheng Tong has already strode into the room.

"There is nowhere to fight in the darkness, hurry in with some torches!"

Wang Liu said that he was agitated when he heard the words.

"Nothing."

He yelled.

"This is my house."

But wherever the people around him care about him, torches thrown at the entrance window one after another.

The window lattices, firewood, cloth curtains, and bedding were lit to illuminate the dark room.

The blazing flames gleamed, reflecting the **** corpses, the ferocious monsters, the dark iron armor, and the fiercely cleaved knife light.