Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 200: Mechanism Ghost, Beast Game and King Hunting Sutra

The three of them fled in different directions, without any time to look elsewhere.

Cao De's figure quickly ran in one direction, but when he looked back, he saw a wisp of black mist with murderous aura following closely behind him, almost swallowing him up.

Faced with danger all around, he swung the sword in his hand without hesitation and attacked the black fog.

The iron ball with its spikes cut through the air but did not hit anything solid and went straight through the black fog.

The thick and creepy fog dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Cao De was born into a martial arts family in the northwest. He was not familiar with these strange witchcrafts. He didn't know what had just happened. He just put away his weapon, swung the iron lump carefully, and became more alert.

Suddenly, he felt a slight pain in his palm. He looked down and found that the deerskin glove that was originally tied to the other end of the velvet rope was missing.

The Shaking Head is a soft weapon, and to manipulate the thin rope, one naturally needs gloves to protect his hands. When the gloves were stolen, Cao De then gathered the Qi in his palms and protected the velvet rope.

"When was something I was wearing stolen?" Cao De whispered to himself in surprise, looking at his hand in disbelief, "This can be stolen!"

He gritted his teeth and said, what made him even more heartbroken was that it seemed as if there was something around him spying on him, but he couldn't see it at all.

Just out of his sight, a ghost stood on one leg, carrying "The Thief Book" on its back and wearing tattered deerskin gloves on its hands. The strange and deformed hands had already torn the gloves, making it look particularly hideous.

The ghost thief Xuhua spread out the "Book of Thieves", stretched out his five fingers, bypassed Cao De, and grabbed him silently from behind.

Cao De held the iron spike ball in his hand, his mind was extremely tense, his breathing gradually became rapid, he felt more and more tired, his body seemed to be oppressed by some force, or all the strength in his body was drained away.

The fighting power of the thief ghost is not high, it is just a functional ghost, but when it comes to disturbing the enemy, no one can match it.

Strange!
How weird!

Cao De swung the ball wildly, and the spiked iron ball made a series of small holes on the ground, even smashing the sign of the driving school on the roadside.

After venting his anger, Cao De suddenly lost eight points of his strength.

As the light velvet rope fell down, he suddenly discovered that the iron lump on the top of the rope had also been stolen.

"This!?" Cao De widened his eyes, completely stunned. His most relied upon weapon was taken away without him noticing.

thump!
At this point, Cao De was so disheartened that he suddenly knelt on the ground and begged in a trembling voice, "Sir, please be kind and let me go as if I were a fart! I will never do bad things again in my life."

“Hehehe, keep an eye on it, keep an eye on it! You must keep an eye on it!” The strange and ethereal voice echoed from all directions, omnipresent, filling the sky and the earth.

Cao De was stunned, sweating profusely, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, please explain clearly, what do you want to watch over?"

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the thief ghost Xuhua appeared silently on Cao De's shoulder, lowered his head and put his mouth close to his ear, and whispered softly: "Things that are not guarded will be stolen."

The words echoed in Cao De's ears, carrying with them an inexplicable chill.

The sorcerers and the elves and ghosts promoted and accomplished each other. Yan Huan obtained a white tiger in Zhuge Bagua Village, was punished by the sky in the night sky of Beijing City, and practiced hard in the Qunling Mountain. His cultivation became more advanced, and the ability of the ghost thief Xuhua was also raised to a higher level.

Nowadays, it can even "steal" a person's certain state, such as heartbeat, when the person loses control of the body.

"It was stolen! Weird thing, even daring to explain its own ability mechanism to the enemy, idiot!" Cao De looked around in panic, with only one thought in his mind: "I have to keep an eye on it, I must keep an eye on it!"

He began to examine himself anxiously, taking in the ropes, clothes, and money.

But after all, Quan was a man who did evil and indulged in lust, so Cao De could not understand the true meaning of the ghost thief's words.

Just as he was concentrating on external things, the heartbeat that was violently beating in his chest suddenly disappeared.

Cao De's eyes suddenly rolled back and his face showed fear. Then his body lost support and he fell heavily to the ground.

The ghost thief Waste jumped out from the shadows, his hands were empty, only an unsettling heartbeat echoed between his palms, clearly audible in this lonely and gloomy winter night - thump, thump, thump...

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"I'm in trouble!" Meng Qi's ears twitched slightly, keenly capturing the subtle changes around him.

He was aware of a sudden disappearance of the presence of a living being.

Meng Qi bent down and prostrated himself on the ground with all four limbs. His shape quickly changed into that of a spotted cheetah, and he flew through the darkness as fast as an arrow.

After escaping from the abandoned driving school training ground, he headed straight for the downtown area of ​​the city.

Meng Qi knew clearly that no matter whether they were Quan Xing or Zhengchao, they had to consider the company's stability maintenance in the downtown area of ​​the city, and no one was willing to take action rashly in a place where people were around.

At this moment, a deafening tiger roar came from behind, and Lu Shanjun quickly caught up in just a few steps.

"Boy," Lu Shanjun sneered, "No matter how people try to imitate the form of animals, the structure of their bodies will never change."

As he finished his words, Lu Shanjun suddenly stretched out his tiger claws and pounced towards Meng Qi's back.

Meng Qi sensed the danger and turned around almost instinctively. He stood firmly on his feet and used the phantom of a bear paw on his glove to catch the blow.

However, Lu Shanjun did not stop. He turned sideways and swung his tiger tail like a steel whip, sweeping out horizontally.

Meng Qi had no time to dodge and was hit on the side of his waist. He rolled to the right several times and fell heavily into a bush on the side of the road.

"Hmph!" Lu Shanjun blew out a puff of hot air from his nostrils, his tone full of contempt, "If I can't beat that cheating Mr. Yan, can I still beat you?"

Meng Qi struggled to get up from the bushes, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you, a mere beast, speak so arrogantly."

"Do you know what other skills I have besides the Hundred Beasts Technique?"

Lu Shanjun was talking nonsense, and people were standing in front of him one after another. "To be able to practice the Hundred Beasts Play, it's nothing more than learning one more 'Hunting King Sutra', so what?"

"Although you are a vicious beast, you still have some eyesight. You should know that my Hunting King Sutra is specially used to kill animals, right?" Meng Qi slowly stood up and took out a mini Xiuzhen bow and arrow from his animal skin clothes.

snort!
Lu Shanjun remained disdainful.

According to the legends passed down from generation to generation by the tiger tribe, there was a dark time for animals to refine Qi in ancient times. During that period, the animals were almost imprisoned and had no means to obtain and refine Qi.

The culprit was naturally the monarch of Youqiong State - Yi Yi.

The king of the Five Dynasties of Xia, he was good at hunting and created his own unique skill "The Hunting King's Sutra", which made him a master of shooting and trapping, and he hunted countless animals. His skills were also very lethal to elves who had practiced well.

But this is just a legend. Over the years, the "Hunting King Sutra" has long been lost.

"Boy, you are scaring me!"

Meng Qi gripped the bow tightly, and the overflowing Qi gradually condensed on the bow, forming a larger bow and arrow.

"If it's true, try it and you'll know."

"Nine Shots of the Golden Crow!"

Meng Qi roared, the Qi fire in his hand burned, and he placed it on the bow, and then he pulled the bow like a full moon.

The next moment, nine stray arrows shot out rapidly and penetrated the body of the ghost. With a "whoosh", the ghost, which was originally a spirit, was burned to ashes and turned into wisps of black gas, disappearing into the night.

(End of this chapter)