Starting from one person Jia Zhengliang

"Rongrong, what delicious food are you making today?"

This morning, Jia Zhengliang was flirting with the beautiful cook. Seeing his shameless look, who would have thought that some time ago, he was also gynophobic.

"You call me Rongrong, do you want me to call you Liangliang?" Fu Rong asked back.

"Sure, come and listen!"

"Liangliang!" Fu Rong called out in a deliberately disgusting tone.

"Oh!" Jia Zhengliang agreed clearly.

"Liangliang!" Fu Rong's tone became more artificial.

"I'm here. What's the matter? Rongrong!" Jia Zhengliang seemed as if nothing had happened and was not affected at all by this repetitive address.

"Liang, ugh! I can't do it anymore, you win!

If you don’t have anything important to do, get out of my sight right now. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I don’t want to spoil my appetite.”

It’s hard to say when she’s in love, but Fu Rong can’t stand such a disgusting name when she’s in a normal state.

"Don't be in a hurry to chase me away. We have something important to tell you. Do you recognize this?" Jia Zhengliang took out two pills.

"Isn't this the pill prescribed by Taoist Zhao? Is there any problem?" Fu Rong recognized it at a glance and wanted to know what Jia Zhengliang meant by taking it out.

"I recognized him right away. Have you also taken Taoist Zhao's medicine?"

"No, why would I take medicine for no reason? I hate taking bitter medicine the most!

Many people have eaten it. After all, Taoist Master Zhao is very generous and likes to share his work with everyone he meets.

Why, do you think there is something wrong with this medicine?"

If you don't take the medicine given by someone else and instead ask all kinds of questions, what else could it be if not that you suspect there is something wrong with the medicine?

"No, I don't understand pharmacology, so I dare not make any rash judgment.

But in my impression, the Taoist priests of Maoshan Shangqing should not be like this.

Rongrong, do you know anyone from Maoshan Shangqing? Or anyone else who can contact Maoshan would be fine too."

Fu Rongrong frowned and became a little angry at Jia Zhengliang's groundless suspicion.

"What do you mean? Are you doubting Taoist Priest Zhao's identity? Taoist Priest Zhao Guizhen is someone recognized by the leader. He wears authentic Maoshan Shangqing talismans. We have all seen them. What could be wrong with that?

On the other hand, you, how long have you been here? You're already asking around. You've asked a lot of people these days, right?

Let me tell you, if Taoist Zhao were to pursue this matter, I’m afraid few people would stand on your side.

Just take care of yourself! "

Heat oil in a wok and simmer on high heat. The flames forced Jia Zhengliang back a step. It seemed that they were sending him away, so he shrugged and left.

At the corner of a house a little further away, Zhao Guizhen witnessed the entire conversation, and his originally kind eyes changed slightly.

Let’s talk about Jia Zhengliang again. His task today is to help with farm work.

In Biyou Village, whether it is a strange person or an ordinary person, everyone seems to yearn for this self-sufficient pastoral life.

Although none of them is a real farmer and their farm work is a mess, they enjoy the feeling of playing house, as if they are also a hermit.

I have to say that escaping from my comfort zone and doing things I'm not good at is quite tiring.

Dragging his tired body and spirit, Jia Zhengliang returned to his room, prepared to take a shower and then go to bed.

He took off his clothes, untied his protective magic weapon, and then put down his throwing knife.

Jia Zhengliang, who was relaxing in the hot water, seemed unaware of the cold air that quietly slipped into his room.

At this moment, in the mountains and forests surrounding Biyou Village, Zhao Guizhen was performing a ritual.

As the peach wood sword swayed, the yellow talisman on the sword ignited, and then with the pinching of fingers and the chanting of spells, the scarecrow on the altar rose into the air.

Zhao Guizhen has already sensed that Jia Zhengliang is now controlled by the evil spirit he released.

He grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it towards the candlelight. The flames rose, and another straw man holding a knife stood up and stabbed the straw man representing Jia Zhengliang with the knife.

The straw man representing Jia Zhengliang was stabbed by a knife and fell powerlessly to the ground from the air.

Zhao Guizhen carefully sensed it again and confirmed that Jia Zhengliang's breath had disappeared.

Zhao Guizhen was intoxicated by the feeling of playing with other people's lives through magic.

First, the evil spirit was arranged to wait in his room. When he took a bath, the protective magic weapon left his body and took the opportunity to possess him and control his activities.

The straw man holding a knife represented a living puppet he had crafted. He could manipulate any villager who took his pill, which contained the ashes of a paper talisman and cast a spell of hypnosis, and he could control them.

Now that Jia Zhengliang is dead, all that remains is for the murderer to completely disappear, and no one will suspect Zhao Guizhen.

Taoist Priest Zhao was in a good mood when he thought of this. He was about to hide the things used to build the altar, but suddenly a sense of crisis came over him. He dodged without even looking.

The three flying knives were extremely fast and passed by Zhao Guizhen, and it seemed that there was almost no friction with the air. The whole process was silent.

"What a sinister trick!" This thought flashed through Zhao Guizhen's mind. Before he could think about it, three more flying knives came towards him.

It has to be said that Taoist Zhao reacted extremely quickly. He wanted to hide again, but he found that there were three more knives behind the three knives, and the cold light kept flashing. He was surrounded by 12 flying knives.

In an instant, 12 flying knives chopped down one after another, and only a series of crisp sounds were heard. Zhao Guizhen was protected in the yellow light shield and was unharmed.

"How could I have forgotten about this protective magic weapon?" Jia Zhengliang cried out in regret.

"I have to say, Village Chief Ma's protective magic weapon is really useful!" Zhao Guizhen took the opportunity to straighten up and said while stroking the copper coin-shaped magic weapon on his chest.

"I was indeed negligent, but I also have a protective magic weapon. I can't break your defense, and you can't break mine. Once I run to the village and complain, you're doomed!"

As he spoke, Jia Zhengliang also activated his own protective magic weapon and hid in the light shield.

"Jia boy, you can't break my defense, but I may break yours. Today, I'll let you open your eyes before you die."

Zhao Guizhen took off his Taoist robe, and the color of his skin instantly turned black and gray. Seven hideous ghost heads were wriggling on his chest and back, staring with scarlet eyes and wide-open mouths, as if they wanted to break out of his body and choose someone to devour.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, Jia Zhengliang laughed instead. "I guessed right. You really aren't a serious Taoist priest. But don't you want to know how I broke your killing plan?"

"Kill you, and I'll understand."

Having said this, Jia Zhengliang turned around and ran. Unfortunately, although he realized that Zhao Guizhen had amazing strength after the transformation, he did not expect that his speed was also amazing.

Zhao Guizhen caught up with Jia Zhengliang and punched him, causing cracks in Jia Zhengliang's protective light shield.

The huge force knocked Jia Zhengliang flying, breaking several trees in succession, and then he hit a big rock, and the protective light shield was completely shattered.

Just as Jia Zhengliang mobilized 12 flying knives and prepared to fight a desperate battle with Zhao Guizhen, a sharp sword energy struck Zhao Guizhen's protective magic weapon, causing it to flash.