Traveling through the female channel: the opening routine of the glamorous female villain

Ye Lang sent the photo to Lu Chengming, but only received one reply:

[I thank you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

"Look, Cheng Ming likes it so much!" Ye Lang held up the phone to Hei Wuchang, "I used nine exclamation points in a row!"

"Uh..." Hei Wuchang rubbed his neck, hesitant to speak.

"Why don't I take some more photos for him... Hey, no..." Ye Lang was about to walk back to the pigsty in the backyard, but suddenly stopped, "My own photography skills are still a little bit worse... Hei Wuchang, you go and get a well-known photographer over here, and then take a few sets of super-class photos for that purple butterfly!"

"Okay, young master..." Hei Wuchang nodded and sighed softly, "Oh..."

As a result, before the target photographer was selected, a loud "boom" came from the backyard!

Ye Lang and Hei Wuchang were startled at the same time and rushed over quickly.

It turned out to be a "little yellow duck" breaking through the wall, rushed into the pigsty with lightning speed, and grabbed Zidie.

Several members of the Four Alliance Gang tried to intercept, but saw the little yellow duck waved a black air——

"boom!"

Blow everyone to pieces on the spot!

A terrifying shock wave swept across the entire courtyard, even Ye Lang and Hei Wuchang were blown away!

"Oh, isn't it low-key enough?" The little yellow duck muttered again, and then quickly left with Zidie in his arms.

After a while, Hei Wuchang got up from the ground, only to see Ye Lang sitting on the pile of rubble, his face full of frustration.

"Master! Master! Are you alright!?" Hei Wuchang hurried over to check if Ye Lang was injured.

"I'm fine!" Ye Lang shouted angrily, then hugged his head and yelled: "I'm so useless! I've failed Cheng Ming's expectations of me! I can't even look down on a woman——!!!"

Hei Wuchang could only comfort softly: "Master... that guy just now is obviously not a normal human being, and Young Master Lu will definitely not blame you..."

"No! It's just because I'm too weak!" Ye Lang gritted his teeth fiercely, "I don't have the ability to help Chengming! I don't even have the ability to protect him! He needs to save me every time!"

"Master..." Hei Wuchang's face was full of helplessness, "We don't need to protect him... I don't think Young Master Lu needs protection at all..."

"No! I can't go on like this!" Ye Lang suddenly jumped up from the ground, "I want to become stronger!!!"

Heiwuchang blinked quickly, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Ye Lang said fiercely: "Digging graves!"

……

In the middle of the mountain forest, in an unremarkable small valley, there are dozens of barren graves, large and small.

Most of the tombstones have long been damaged and the writing on them is illegible.

In the eyes of outsiders, this place is the cemetery of ordinary mountain people;

But Ye Lang knows the truth - this is the cemetery of the four masters of Taoism hundreds of years ago!

A master of the Taoist sect, with no desires or desires, he randomly chose a ravine as his final destination...

The appearance of the tomb is so simple that even the tomb robbers are too lazy to waste time...

And in the tomb, there is indeed no treasure...

The only ones buried with him are some Taoist secret books and magic tools!

Back then, the four great sects were declining day by day, the top masters could not receive decent disciples, and all kinds of profound arts could not be passed on at all...

Under such circumstances, many warlocks chose to bring their lifelong knowledge and beloved weapons into the grave, and bid farewell to the world forever...

So, definitely dig something out!

Ye Lang rolled up his sleeves, ready to go!

"Master..." Hei Wuchang had a troubled expression on his face, "Maybe there are ancestors of my family in these graves..."

"Isn't that good?" Ye Lang gave Hei Wuchang a sideways glance, "Let's just take what we need, and then help them repair the tomb and erect a new monument, isn't it good?"

"This..." Hei Wuchang still frowned, "Master, let's just take away the funerary objects... the spirits of the ancestors... will you be unhappy?"

"Ridiculous!" Ye Lang thrust the shovel into the ground, "I ask you, what is the belief of the Taoist warlocks!? I took out the secret magic weapon to deal with the monsters and protect the Kowloon. They will be unhappy!?"

"..." Hei Wuchang was completely speechless.

It's just... is it really to protect Kowloon?

He was a little skeptical, but he didn't dare to ask...

Hey, forget it, dig it!

Heiwuchang bit the bullet and picked up the shovel...

In Ye Lang's heart, a raging fighting spirit has been ignited!

Chengming!I will catch up with you!wait for me--!

……

On this day, Little Niba did not stay at the Wuming Sect.

Together with Wu Jia, he went to the hospital to visit Ma Dongxing.

And Ma Dongxing happened to think of something, so he signed with sign language and asked Little Niba.

Little Mud also responded in sign language.

Of course, neither had formal training, and their sign language was limited to internal communication.

What Ma Dongxing cared about was actually the whereabouts of the evil soul power in the master's body.

The soul power used by the suzerain of the Wuming sect was originally passed down from generation to generation...

But when it comes to Ma Dongxing, hey, it's completely broken!

Those soul powers probably also came from the ancient evil gods, but they have been weakened long ago, and they don't have the strong independent consciousness of the evil gods at all.

But after the host dies, they will leave automatically to find new carriers...

At present, there are not many carriers to choose from in the world, and Xuanmen warlocks often become the best destination for these soul powers.

It’s fine if it’s absorbed by a master, but if it’s those who have evil thoughts and weak will... I’m afraid it will cause hidden dangers...

And Xiao Niba's answer surprised Ma Dongxing!

He said he sucked a lot back!

"How is it possible!?" Ma Dongxing was so surprised, he quickly pressed his hands on Xiaoniba's chest, closed his eyes and felt carefully...

Strange!He actually felt some surge of soul power!

And it's so peaceful!Almost no evil breath!

"Hiss—you kid! Did you learn master's soul absorption technique secretly!?" Ma Dongxing couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You do have some talents... even a little bit better than me!"

Little Mud just pouted.

"Although you have no evil thoughts in your heart, you can suppress these soul powers...but the amount you absorbed is far from enough..." Ma Dongxing thought about it, and gestured to ask if he saw anyone else at the scene.

Lu Chengming must be there, everyone knows that.

But that kid has never learned mystical arts, let alone soul absorption, so it is impossible to absorb soul power...

And the two guys who fought with Lu Chengming... Little Niba didn't enter the park, so he didn't see it at all.

According to Lu Chengming's description, the other party is not a human being, but more like a monster;

Monsters are mutually exclusive, soul power will not choose them...

So, the remaining soul power just drifted away into the distance?

"Ah—I just hope that there are real warlocks who can master those soul powers..." In the end, Ma Dongxing could only sigh helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Little Mud suddenly remembered something, and made another gesture.

"Huh? There's another man? He walked out of the park with Lu Chengming?" Ma Dongxing was slightly taken aback, "You don't know...the man has a scar above his left eye?"

"I know him." At this time Wu Jia said, "He is Lu Chengming's good friend, Ye Lang."