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Chapter 169

Fu Yang tried his best to resist his curiosity: There must be no exposure, he must go home and study secretly!

He was about to thank the law enforcement officers of the Ghost Market, but suddenly he was interrupted by the shrill screams behind him.

"Ah! You should be the evil demon of the eighteen levels of hell... Ahhh! I'm going to kill you and peel you up and cramp you... Ahhh! Don't, don't, I dare not. Ahhh... Woo woo, I was wrong, spare my life. Don't use cactus, it's really not possible, it's really not possible..."

The sound was so miserable that it was even more sad than those who suffered the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

But what is Mr. Xiong, an unconventional "evil cat demon", doing?

It's singing!

It’s still Jay Chou’s song, “Chrysanthemum Platform”…

"The chrysanthemums are broken, and the ground is covered with wounds. Your smile has turned yellow! Oh, Xiao Wuzi, you can still laugh when the chrysanthemums are broken, isn't this a little too big?"

"Grass-mud horse! I'm not laughing, I'm crying... It hurts."

Even the famous and upright disciples like Wu Jian who never swears or swears have broken the example. It can be seen that Master Xiong is definitely the number one evil demon with the number one name!

In short, Fu Yang couldn't bear it anymore when he heard this.

I feel that it is a bit too miserable to give the martial sword to Mr. Xiong to teach him a lesson?

"It's okay, don't worry, little! Mr. Xiong is very sensible and will not kill anyone. He just teaches him a lesson and lets him have a better memory."

Ah Huang patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"But that's a cactus! The thorns on it... hurt very much, right?"

"Of course it hurts. Otherwise, how could I remember this lesson? Even the disciples of Taoist giants cannot pretend to be random. Is it? I am still a disciple of Longhu Mountain."

"It makes sense..."

Watching the two guys' back and forth conversations, then listening to Wu Jian's crying and begging for mercy.

The stall owner's face turned pale.

And the boss of the Ghost Market Law Enforcement Officer's face seemed to be darker...

This unfathomable guy stared at Fu Yang's heart and the gourd in his hand for a long time, but didn't say anything.

It was not until Fu Yang felt a little nervous that it said lightly: "Boy, please do your own thing."

Then he turned around and left.

Continue to maintain order in the ghost market...

Although it has been a rare and fierce life-and-death battle in the ghost market, it has been finally opened once. Those who come to participate will continue to visit after watching the fun. They will not stop because of this.

But what no one noticed was that among the gradually dispersed crowds watching the fun, there was a man dressed in a rural straw raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head, dressed up as a farmer.

Under the hat is a pair of bright eyes!

"Oh? It's interesting. A folk cultivator who is obviously not a Maoshan disciple can actually perform a giant palm that can only be learned by a core disciple or above. When I finish the important things in my hand, I can come and see this little guy if I have time."

As soon as the corner of his mouth curled, the man dressed in a straw hat dressed in the farmer showed a strange smile. Then he turned around and walked towards the inner circle of the ghost market, and soon disappeared...

Fu Yang and Ah Huang prepared the gourd, and then they hurried to find Mr. Xiong and prepared to run away together!

The purpose of the ghost market tonight has been achieved. Both of them have gained a lot, and Fu Yang has also made a splash. It would be boring to stay there.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Shu floating in the air tremblingly, like a poor little wife. In front of him was Mr. Xiong who was walking like a human gangster.

Obviously, it's over...

I don’t know, the poor guy Wu Jian suffered some unbearable "torture" he encountered.

"Oh? You two are over too? You guy Fu got the gourd? OK, Boy Huang helped me get the dried salted fish in Mingxi and go home!"

Fu Yang frowned, reached out and grabbed it with one leg and hugged it in his arms.

Slap sex!

After slapping the hairy head three times in a row, it was a mess.

"Let you pretend to be a master! Be honest."

"Boy Fu, I'm so fucking up! Let me go, let me go!"

Slap sex!

Continue to slap three times... Mr. Xiong was beaten to death.

Then Fu Yang held it and walked out to the entrance of the ghost market with Ah Huang who was carrying dried salted fish, intending to go home.

As he was about to reach the exit, he suddenly seemed to feel something and turned around suddenly!

I actually saw a familiar person in the distance, near Zhongwei, the outer part of the Ghost City.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and a metal-made grimace mask on his face, and his whole person exuded a sinister and evil aura!

It’s actually... the evil Taoist Liu Mengshu!

He is also here in the ghost market!

Fu Yang was shocked, a little nervous and panicked.

"The life-and-death battle in the ring just now was so big, and they didn't notice me? Yes, it seems that he should have just come in. Maybe he happened to be a mistake. It's God's will. Otherwise, there would be big trouble again tonight... Hey, who is next to Xie Daozi?"

He suddenly realized that Xie Daozi didn't come alone.

There is another person around.

His whole body was shrouded in a wide black robe, and his head was covered with a hood, so he couldn't even see a single hair!

Only the lips are exposed outside, the flaming red lips are clearly a woman...

What shocked Fu Yang even more was that judging from the actions of the two, the woman in black robe was obviously more relaxed than Xie Daozi. He had chosen "behavioral psychology" in his sophomore year and knew that this showed that the woman in black robe had either a status that was better than Xie Daozi or a strength than Xie Daozi!

"How could this be...this?"

Fu Yang was greatly impacted.

He had always thought that whether it was the Jiangda Forest Farm incident as the source, or the Zhenhui Silk Factory derived from it, the Botanical Garden Erzi Demon Tree, etc.... the mastermind behind it was created by the evil Taoist Liu Mengshu alone!

But the current situation seems to show that things are not as simple as they thought before.

Ah Huang and Mr. Xiong were a little stunned when they saw Fu Yang, and asked what was wrong.

He carefully asked Ah Huang to look over there, and Ah Huang was also shocked and nervous: "Little Yangzi, let's go quickly! If you are found, it will be troublesome. Although they may not dare to take action in the ghost market, they are afraid of chasing them out..."

"Okay! Go away!"

But at this moment, the evil Taozi in the distance seemed to turn his head casually, and his eyes were about to fall to them!!!

Fu Yang and Ah Huang both felt this, and their hearts were chilling, as if their blood was about to solidify.

But something even more coincidental happened!

The mysterious woman in black robe actually took a step forward at this time, blocked the evil Taozi, and then chatted with him and walked into the ghost market center...

Very dangerous!

"Go! Go quickly!"

Fu Yang and Ah Huang were both sweating coldly. They quickly walked a few steps and arrived at the entrance of the ghost market. Then they stepped in and the white light in front of them was flooding them all like a tide...

But, at the last moment.

Fu Yang turned around.

The mysterious woman in black robe actually turned around!

The two were separated by a long distance.

Looking from afar!

It is logical that at such a long distance, you should not be able to see anything clearly.

But Fu Yang clearly felt that he seemed to see the woman in black robe looking at him...

Beautiful, charming, but with a little helplessness and sorrow.

"Strange... Why do I feel that the woman in the black robe next to Xie Daozi feels familiar? I guess I just finished the fight and my spirits are still a little unnatural."

Fu Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, throwing these absurd thoughts out of his mind.

An existence that is even more terrifying than the evil Taoist? How could you know it yourself!
Chapter completed!
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