Am I the one who was wronged?

Uncle Lu planned to die with Lu Wanyang, but he had no power to do so.

Although the blood-stained mahogany sword is still sharp, the owner of the wooden sword has long since become a ghost and is no longer as vigorous as before, which greatly reduces the power of the wooden sword.

There is nothing to do with the evil spirit that has been entrenched in the haunted house for more than thirty years.

Lu Wanyang lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword piercing his chest.

They have all been dead for more than thirty years, but relying on resentment and obsession to sustain their breath, they turned into ghosts and wandered around the world, and they have long since lost their flesh and blood.

Even if the wooden sword pierces through the chest, it will not bleed.

On the edge of the wooden sword that had passed through his chest, spots of dark red blood were stained, like red plums blooming on branches that would never wither.

It was Lu Yin's blood.

It was like this back then, the man was covered in cuts and bruises, bleeding profusely.

Dark red blood stains spread on the ground, forming blood pits of different sizes and depths.

The fingers holding the sword trembled, his footsteps staggered and he couldn't stand steadily, his thin figure was wrapped in a loose robe, as if he could be blown away by the wind.

From top to bottom, everything looked fragile.

The only thing that wanted to make him lose his mind was the cold and unwavering eyes.

Lu Wanyang has seen countless more bloody and cruel scenes, and countless people died at his hands.

Only the blood on that person's body can make him unsteady, lose his mind, and almost be eaten back by the ghost he is controlling.

The blood on the mahogany sword was so dazzling that he felt the sharp pain in his chest that he had experienced at that time.

The pain spread from the chest, spread all over the body in an instant, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Irrepressible, irremediable, unbearable.

He took a deep breath, clenched the tip of the sword with his backhand, and pulled out the wooden sword forcefully.

The process was not easy, the palm holding the wooden sword was burned by the mahogany sword, and the sound of "呲呲味味" was continuously made, and the black energy overflowed.

Like the pig's trotters that have been dropped into the oil pan and started to fry.

Looking at it from the side, I feel that the pain can go from the palm to the back, and the whole body is very uncomfortable.

As if Lu Wanyang couldn't feel the pain, he stretched out his hand and licked the wooden sword from his chest inch by inch, with a slight smile on his lips.

After struggling to pull out the wooden sword, black smoke still rose from the palm of his hand.

But he was reluctant to throw it away, so he just held it in his hand, carefully watching the blood stains on the sword, and there was a rare moment of tenderness in his expression.

The black mist kept rolling, and Lu Wanyang muttered something in a low voice expressionlessly.

The volume was turned down so low that I couldn't hear clearly at all.

He just turned his head and looked at the white phantom.

His eyes were gloomy, with some kind of dark emotion flashing, like unwillingness, mixed with a little paranoia, and other things that he couldn't tell.

A low laugh came out of his chest, and his voice became hoarse and unpleasant, "If you want to kill me again, I'm afraid it won't be that easy, Lu Yin, you won't be able to get rid of me."

Lu Yin didn't speak, and looked back indifferently.

He was not affected by Lu Wanyang's words, as if he was not the one who tried his best to control the mahogany sword just after a disagreement.

But if you look carefully, you can find that his already faint outline became two points lighter after hearing these words, and his whole body almost became transparent.

Obviously due to emotional instability, he almost couldn't maintain his figure.

They all put it aside and watched, vaguely feeling... that they might have done something bad.

With the uncle in this state, I am afraid that he would rather stay by the river of Wangchuan in a daze, not remembering anything or remembering anything.

He was unwilling to be brought back to the human world by his master to recover his memory at such an inappropriate time.

Yuan Wu obviously thought the same way. He just saw Lu Wanyang being pierced through the heart by a wooden sword, so he knew that it might be the senior brother who regained consciousness.

I was surprised and happy in my heart, how could I care about Lu Wanyang.

Quickly stopped the attack in his hands, looked at the weak Baiying remnant soul, before he had time to say hello, he heard Lu Wanyang beeping there, making Baiying even weaker.

Seeing that the already blurred white shadow was so weak that he could hardly see it, he gritted his teeth angrily, and cursed angrily, "He can't kill you, why can't I kill you?!

A kid who has practiced for 30 years dares to speak so brazenly!Today I am going to eliminate evil for the name, subdue demons and demons, and avenge those souls who died in your hands. "

The chubby round face instantly sank, and Yuan Wu chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, his whole body glaring, with a solemn face, he threw the two golden Buddha beads in his hand directly towards Lu Wanyang.

There were bursts of sound breaking through the air, and the golden light was as brilliant as running fire across the night sky.

The momentum is mighty and menacing.

If the porcelain is smashed now, two huge holes will definitely be smashed in Lu Wanyang's body, which will not be repaired in a while.

Knowing the power of those two Buddhist beads, Lu Wanyang didn't dare to confront them head-on, so he dodged them with a cold face.

It wasn't too difficult to hide, and he even had the strength to taunt Yuan Wu aloud.

He snorted coldly, "Why, it's only been 30 years, and I forgot how you knelt at my feet and begged me to let you go! Even after all these years, you have changed from a little bald donkey to Became an old bald donkey.

I didn't see you making any other progress, so you thought I'd be afraid of you? !Or look in the mirror to see if you deserve to talk to me like that? !If it wasn't for Lu Yin's face, believe it or not, I'd abolish you right now. "

They all listened by the side, secretly saying that they didn't believe it.

Who wouldn't say big words.

But in the 30 years in Hedong and the 30 years in Hexi, his master must have been suppressed and beaten by this person because he was still young and his cultivation was not deep.

It's been 30 years, and he has grown up.

His master is no longer the young man who was bullied and beaten and needed protection.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves hit the beach.

Although Lu Wanyang died in his youth, he still looks quite young now.

But he believes!If the two really fought, his master would definitely win!

There's no other way, he can't turn his elbow outward.

None of them had experienced the events of the year, and they were able to stay out of the matter, completely analyzing the outcome of the two people's fights carefully and rationally with the mentality of watching a drama.

His master, however, seemed to have been poked into a pain point, and his face turned red from anger, pointing at Lu Wanyang and cursing indiscriminately, "Didn't you say that you are not afraid, don't hide if you have the ability."

Lu Wanyang sneered coldly, "You are allowed to hit me, but you are not allowed to hide, your big bald head is filled with paste that is used to paste the wall, right? Quickly pour it out and show me. "

Yiyi, who was preparing to eat melons and watch a show by the side, "..."

What's the matter, can you still fight?

You said that the two of you together are already over a hundred years old.

Why are you still arguing like a child, naive or not?

Just do it, why are you still beeping!

The two were bickering, but the movements of their hands didn't stop.

On the Buddhist beads that were thrown out, the mantra had long been blessed by Yuan Wu.

He is very spiritual, and he looks for places with the strongest yin energy to attack, and Lu Wanyang is the first to attack. The golden light is shining like fire in the dark night.

It is also like two fireflies, fluttering their small wings and shining dimly.

Turning around Lu Wanyang, seeing a gap, I want to get in and chew on it, it's the best to kill people directly!

Lu Wanyang was very afraid of those two Buddhist beads, so he remained silent with a sullen face. He collected the scattered black energy, guarded his surroundings tightly, and fought wits and bravery with the two shining golden Buddhist beads.

Now they are in a haunted house, which is Lu Wanyang's territory.

In the lair he built, surrounded by extremely thick Yin Qi, the space he can play is naturally bigger than his master.

Besides, his master had just been hunted down underground and was seriously injured.

It should have been a one-sided situation. Even though Yuan Wu was an eminent monk, he couldn't draw with Lu Wanyang when his vitality was seriously injured.

All by mistake, they used the mahogany sword to awaken the uncle's consciousness. Lu Wanyang was pierced through the chest by the blood-stained wooden sword, and his strength was greatly reduced, probably less than [-]% of his usual strength.

The current strength of the two of them can be regarded as half a catty.

Calling and calling, no one dared to be serious.

Both of them had to worry about Lu Yin standing beside them, for fear of hurting the already unstable remnant soul, which would not be able to withstand another stitch.

With all kinds of caution, they can only move in a small area, and they can't use it at all. The more they fight, the more deadlocked they become, and the situation becomes stalemate.

You come and go to test, like playing house.

It's much more boring than watching beaming, and I always yawn when I watch it.

He simply got up and looked for the cover room at the back, found Zhao Ran who was huddled in the corner, and followed him.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was swept away by Lu Wanyang when he stepped into the illusion. It can be said that he had no strength to fight back.

He tied the yin energy into a black rope and threw it in the back room.

Now that Lu Wanyang is being entangled by his master, he is distracted to take care of the remnant soul of the uncle, and has no time to worry about the two being dragged behind to hide, and it is easy to find them.

After waking up the two who had fallen into a coma, Zhao Ran was still a little dazed, "Master, what happened just now, I passed out as soon as I entered the yard."

Why does it feel like since he entered this No. 4 building, he always likes to faint. Every time he faints and wakes up, he can't keep up with the rhythm, and he doesn't know what happened.

After thinking about it, Yiyi picked up the important information and said, "There is a hallucination in this yard, you must have been fainted by him, and you are fine for the time being."

Zhao Ran rubbed his sore neck with a confused expression, "For the time being, uncle, haven't you solved the problem yet?"

They all knocked him on the head, "That's a beautiful idea, you, you really think you're here to travel, and I'll take care of everything for you?"

Zhao Ran chuckled, "I don't believe in you, Master. If there is anything I need to do, just tell me."

Yiyi thought for a while, "That's really not the case. The owner of this yard has a grudge against your uncle and uncle. The two of them are doing it outside. It's nothing to do with us."

Zhao Ran smiled happily, "Isn't that what it is, please worry about it, Master Uncle."

Yibi didn't bother to tell him apart, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him up, "Let's go."

When they returned to the front, his master and Lu Wanyang hadn't finished fighting.

The black air and the golden light rummaged around in the yard, rolling up the flowers and plants in the yard, and the originally clean and quiet yard was in a mess.

It looks like a typhoon has passed through, and there is chaos everywhere.

Thick or light fog engulfed the two of them, and they couldn't see their figures clearly. It is estimated that it will be impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Yiyi found an empty seat next to his uncle and sat down, yawned boredly, and suggested, "Why don't you guys have a break first."

One person and one ghost in the black mist were too busy to pay attention to him.

These two are blood feuds forged decades ago, they are legendary enemies, no matter whether the winner can be determined or not, they will fight when they meet.

If you don't beat the other party hard, you won't let it go.

Always, "..."

Secretly thought that if you continue to fight like this, I will take the uncle away later.

You two will fight here until the end of time!snort.

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw the words Mr. Jin displayed on the screen. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He was afraid that Jin Fengyu would be worried about his coming to Building No. 4, so he didn't take the initiative to talk about it.

When the call came, they coughed lightly and cleared their throats before answering the phone, "Hey, are you done?"

Jin Fengyu replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The voice coming through the phone was a little low, "Yi, what are you doing now?"

Yiyi squeezed his phone, rolled his eyes, "I'm... watching a movie."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and he heard Jin Fengyu ask, "Really, what kind of movie are you watching?"

"Uh……"

Isn't this driving ducks to the shelves? They all look at the master and Lu Wanyang who are doing it, and then at the uncle standing next to them.

He hesitated and said, "... a love action movie."