After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

"Not dead, still alive!"

[Host, this monster is half human, half demon, and is artificially created. ]

[Artificially created? Are there any mad scientists here? Are they creating gods?] Zheng Anning was a little surprised.

The system trembled: [That's right, and he has some skills. This monster has eaten a lot of people. ]

Zheng An Ning frowned and went in the direction of the evil god, but was stopped by the fat man, "No, don't go, be careful."

The fat man stared at the monster without blinking. The black mass seemed to be moving. He wanted to go over to take a look, but he didn't dare to.

Zheng An Ning pushed him away and walked to the side of the so-called evil god, who was lying on the ground in a black mass, emitting a burnt smell. When he saw his prey, he suddenly attacked.

"Tsk, quite cunning."

Zheng An Ning slapped him with a spiritual aura, and directly slapped him away. She shook her hand in disgust, feeling a little disgusted.

The evil god struggled to get up, hunching its body in pain, and even lost many of its legs.

"Little girl, you...wait"

"Ugh, it's okay?" Zheng An Ning looked at the monster in surprise. She had never had any contact with monsters before, let alone in her previous life. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, monsters could not become spirits, and she had never seen one.

So I'm just too bad?

The evil god stood still, his eyes full of murderous intent, he raised his head and took a deep breath, his hands opening and closing, his whole body half-crouching like a toad, his hands waving rapidly, making puffing sounds.

"Toad Kung Fu?" Zheng An Ning held her chin and stared at the evil god curiously. She knew that monsters practiced magic, so could there be a toad spirit?

"Hahaha, are you here to take a shit?" the fat man asked with a grin, scratching his head.

[You know what, this squatting pose is quite vivid, hahahahaha]

Hahahahahahaha.

Zheng An Ning looked at him with disdain. This evil god was nothing more than a mountain goblin. How dare he call himself a god?

Without waiting for the evil god to gather strength, she dodged and rushed over, punching him on the head. As if hitting him was not enough, she used spiritual power in her hands to condense into a golden whip, and swung it at him quickly.

The whip quickly fell on it, and the sound of "snapping, snapping" continued, accompanied by a shrill scream, "Ah!"

The evil god kept dodging but had nowhere to hide. He endured the pain and grabbed the whip. One hand felt like it was holding a hot charcoal, which burned him so much that he grimaced. He waved his magic power and threw Zheng An Ning out.

Zheng An Ning quickly turned back, impatiently took out a sword and chopped at his head. The sword was so powerful that he chopped at the evil god with one sword after another without any pattern. He actually chopped off his densely packed legs, and then chopped off his head with another sword.

Even after its head was chopped off, its body kept twisting, and the blood was flowing, emitting a fishy stench that was nauseating.

The evil god's head was still alive, and he cursed, "Little girl, just wait, someone will come to avenge me, humph!"

"Do you think that if you kill me, everything will be alright? If one of me dies, there are still thousands and millions of me left."

“Wow, this head is separated from the body, and yet it can talk?” The fat man covered his nose and looked at the evil god curiously. He really couldn’t understand how such a monster could exist in the world.

Zheng An Ning suppressed his nausea and lifted up the evil god's head, asking viciously, "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from? Who's going to avenge you? Be honest, or I'll throw your head into the cesspool. Even if you don't die, you'll stink to death."

The short killer crossed his arms and laughed, "He stinks so bad, is he still afraid of the pit? I think we should just burn him."

The evil god's head was covered with loose hair that was sticky and stuck together, emitting a foul smell. Zheng Anning was disgusted to the point of vomiting. It was truly like a cesspool. How many years had he not taken a bath?

"Don't talk nonsense, you're going to tell me or I'll roast you on the fire."

"Little girl, do you think I'm scared? Hahahahahahaha, you probably don't know, if you say it out loud, I'll explode with a bang."

After hearing what Zheng Anning said, he angrily swung his head and smashed it directly to the ground, making a series of "bang bang" sounds. "Will you tell me or not?"

The head was smashed into pieces, smelly blood scattered everywhere, black liquid continued to flow out, and a foul smell spread in the air.

"Ugh, it stinks"

"Little girl, throw it away quickly, it stinks, it smells like shit, ugh"

Zheng Anning didn't feel anything at first, but after hearing him say that, she felt like she was holding a piece of shit in her hand, so sticky and disgusting.

At this time, a loud voice came from above, "Long time no see, disciple, why do you have such a heavy taste? Are you playing with shit? Why do you have to play with shit when there is nothing else to do?"

Everyone looked towards the roof warily, and saw a man with a wind-like bone standing there, dressed in a Taoist robe, looking elegant, as if he was about to fly away with the wind.

"Master, I didn't do that. Don't slander me." Zheng An Ning stared at Ziyun with a resentful look on his face.

"You still say no, you have shit on your hands."

"Hey, I understand. Even if you have this fetish, uh, as long as you don't eat shit, it's fine."

"You can continue playing. I am just passing by. Ugh, it stinks."

"Your hobby is special. Your master respects you, but please don't eat shit. Ugh." Ziyun's figure flashed and disappeared. He was in a panic, fearing that his good disciple would ask him to play with shit together.

[No, Master, please listen to my explanation. I really didn’t play with shit.]

[No, you should listen to me.]

Everyone in the general's mansion was in the study, looking outside vigilantly. When they suddenly heard such a voice, they became curious. An An actually likes to play with shit?

Why? What the hell? The daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion actually likes to play this.

Zheng An Ning was so angry that she threw the thing in her hand to the ground and began to dry heave in disgust. At this moment, she didn't know that her reputation would be ruined by her master, who had developed a habit of playing with shit.

"Ugh, why does it stink so bad?"

"Who on earth made such a stinky thing? Is it filled with shit?"

Several killers looked at each other in surprise, glanced at each other casually, and took advantage of the little girl's lack of reaction to quickly slip away?

Don’t want to work anymore?

What kind of job are you doing? Can you beat this girl?

Several assassins retreated quietly. Just as they were about to retreat, they heard Zheng Anning's sinister voice, "Where are you going, Four Evil Gods? You have been marked by me. To tell you the truth, I also raised a ghost. No matter where you go, the ghost will find you."

The fat man smiled and said, "No, I was just thinking about finding some tools to help you clean the yard."

"Yeah, we're just looking to see if there's a broom."

"Can you tell me now who hired you?" Zheng An Ning resisted the urge to hit someone and quickly formed the Qingchen Jue, but he still felt smelly.