I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 197 This is not cultivating!

"What the hell is that?"

In the middle of the night, a child with delicate features and red lips and white teeth was walking on the courtyard wall with a lantern. No matter how strange this scene looked, it was creepy at first glance.

"I don't know, it's probably something like a housekeeper. Don't panic, this little thing is not strong, and it didn't last long."

"There has been no movement for so long, the person should be gone."

"Three idiots who don't know how to live and die, who write articles that can directly reach the people who listen to the sky, really thought that the house he lived in would be so simple, and they just climbed over the wall and entered."

In the dark night, a group of people who are almost perfectly integrated with the night are lying in the gutter. The eyes trained by special medicine for a long time are enough to see through the night, and the ears that have also been trained in a special way can also hear the faint wailing from the mansion in the distance. screams.

"Boss, when shall I sneak in?"

"Wait a little longer, there are quite a few people coming tonight, and there should be quite a few who are too impatient to hold back."

"Fishing in troubled waters?"

"Well, our task is not heavy. We just need to find out the situation. It doesn't matter whether it is valuable or not. Don't worry, it's okay to lie here all night."

"There is a situation!"

I saw dozens of hundreds of pairs of eyes flashing green light appearing densely on the mountain col in the distance, and then they rushed towards Fengfu with a nauseating wind.

squeak!squeak!Squeak!

The scalp-numbing voice echoed in the night, and gray-haired mice as big as carts, driven by some kind of force, scrambled towards Fengfu.

"Tsk~ What a bunch of rat spirits, I don't know which family raised them?"

There was a faint exclamation sound like this, and a group of people lying on the sand gutter looked at each other, but they didn't make a sound, because the place where the sound sounded was very close to them, but they didn't even see the shadow of anyone.

And as this frightening swarm of rats charged towards Feng's mansion, the forests and vegetation near the mansion became restless, and there seemed to be many ghosts dancing indistinctly.

meow~
Just as the rats were about to rush into Fengjia Village, a dexterous figure that merged with the night jumped onto the roof. The next moment, dazzling golden pupils shone in the dark night, and the brilliant light illuminated the night sky.

squeak--

There was a hoarse and shrill cry of rats, and the group of rats that had been charging with indomitable momentum collapsed in an instant. It was the suppression from the blood, an irresistible force.

Under the silent gaze of many "people", this group of rats with hundreds of rat spirits vividly demonstrated what it means to run away with their heads in their hands. Hundreds of big rats the size of house cats fled in all directions and collapsed on the spot.

meow~
How could the black cat jumping on the roof let go of the snacks that were almost delivered to his mouth, but seeing a black light flashing across the night, the green light scattered and fled in the night suddenly became much less, and it looked refreshed I don't know how much.

"Hiss~ What a town house black cat, it's really cruel, what is the origin of this cat's owner?"

Above the gutter, there was clearly nothing there, but the sound of emotion could still be heard, and the calves of the group of people lying in the gutter began to tremble.

meow~
There was another meow, and above the gutter, a scribe with a broken arm suddenly appeared, and when he appeared, he jumped into the ditch like a frightened deer, regardless of his appearance, directly sticking to the ground Lie down and stay still.

"..."

The group of people lying in the gutter looked at each other, and some of them couldn't help laughing.
"I thought it was some kind of expert. It turned out that he was a low-level quack sorcerer. He couldn't pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. He was scared like this by this cat."

"You group of rich and powerful lackeys who have lost all the face of warriors, shut your mouth for me, that is a veritable black cat, do you really think that cat can't see you when you put on the night cloak? It is I don't care about you."

The broken-arm scribe, who was humiliated by others, almost gritted his teeth and cursed every word.

"We are lackeys of the rich and powerful, what are you?"

"To shut up!"

A scribe who is proficient in concealment can't wait to cover the mouth of this idiot, even if he is ignorant, but he still has to pretend, what kind of aristocratic family sent such an idiot?
"Tell me, whose lackey are you, why should we listen to you?"

A person in black all over looked at the scribe who had put his face on the ground and didn't dare to show his head, and asked with a smile.

Each of them carried a sound-absorbing talisman, so there was no need to worry about the sound being transmitted too far when communicating in a small area.

"Stupid, do you think that those broken talismans equipped with you will work?"

At this time, the scribe realized that something was wrong, stood up and performed another trick, preparing to stay away from this group of ignorant idiots.

"Meow!"

But the moment he got up, the strong smell of blood permeated his nostrils, his neck was stiff and he slowly raised his head, just in line with a pair of shining golden pupils, the golden light broke his will and made him At this moment, he understood his identity.

"Am I an abandoned son? Pathfinder stone?"

He was sent here not to carry out any investigation mission at all, the people above regarded him as a sling to test the depth, just the cat in front of him, the three teachings and all kinds present were not enough to kill it.

"Hahaha, that's it!"

The scribe laughed, looking at the black cat in front of him with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, with a desolate look of resignation.

"Boss, this demon cat found us."

"Kill the beast."

In the gutter, the consciousness has been exposed. A group of warriors burst into tacit understanding at the same time. The black blade without the slightest luster slashed in the air, and there was not even a sound of wind.

"True warrior!"

Seeing this scene, the scribe naturally had nothing to say, he turned around and ran away, let alone him.

However, during the interval of running, he did not forget to look back, and the scene he saw scared him out of his wits, and he ran even faster, wishing his parents would have two more legs.

Because he saw that the black cat, which was just the size of an ordinary house cat, turned into a black tiger with no variegated body in the air just before taking off, and with a light slap of the cat's claws with sharp claws, a warrior was torn apart , as if pinched from mud.

"Is this group of people going to die?"

However, in the process of running, the scribe saw out of the corner of his eye that dozens of nearly a hundred spiritual lights lit up among the mountains, forests and trees near the Feng family mansion. government.

"act recklessly!"

The scribe who had suddenly realized that he was a pathfinder was running away sullenly, and at the same time he taunted those people with ulterior motives and special purposes who wanted to take the opportunity to rush into Fengfu.

"A bunch of outcasts."

On the other side, Xuanmao, who turned into a black tiger and massacred the spectators, saw that the Feng family mansion was attacked again, but had no intention of returning. Instead, there was a playful look in those dazzling golden pupils.

However, the three sects and nine streams who were ordered to investigate could not see it, they just regarded the black cat as the guard of the Fengfu, and if they lured it out, the mansion could be explored by them.

After all, Fengfu doesn't look that big from the outside, but the country people don't know much, if compared with those powerful families, it's just another courtyard.

However, when a monk Qingpilai held such an idea, mixed with the flow of "people", successfully climbed over the courtyard wall of Fengfu and entered it, he immediately lost such an idea.

God is so pitiful, Monk Lai, who was expelled from the temple for violating the precepts, knew his own skills, so he deliberately chose a secluded place and climbed over the wall to enter the courtyard.

But, damn it, who can tell him why?
Why can a broken broom be so powerful?
Hey~
Monk Lai let out an almost inhuman howl after being whipped on his buttocks by a broom that seemed to have been used for four or five years and was about to fall apart.He felt like his hip bones were about to be shattered by this blow.

Hell, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, his muscles and bones are as strong as fine steel, and his blood is so thick that he can beat a lion and a tiger. He is only one step away from entering the innate realm.

But now, in a rural courtyard, he was chased and beaten by a broken broom, and he was powerless to fight back.

The strength and angle of the broom hitting him made him think of the master monk who taught him martial arts, but with the same pain in his muscles and bones, his master would charge him a three-point profit when he taught him, but this broken broom is real. beat him to death.

"Straight mother thief, are you really incapable of being a wild monk?"

Monk Lai, who felt that it was impossible to go on like this, uttered an angry roar, moving his whole body, and his blood reflected a golden-red light on his body. At this moment, his originally fierce face had the air of glaring at King Kong.

However, the next moment, as if being struck by a broom held by an invisible innate master, it knocked cleanly on the monk's forehead.

clang~
After a crisp sound, the monk's forehead sunken, the golden light collapsed, his tall and strong body shook twice, and then he fell to the ground, with dark red blood flowing out of his seven orifices.

"Why is that?"

Ye Monk, who was still breathing, still had thoughts, but he was almost stunned. He never dreamed that he would die under a broom one day.

"where is this place?"

The unwilling monk suddenly widened his eyes, because he saw more incredible things beyond common sense.

When someone stepped on a step bluestone that was supposed to be stepped on, it split open suddenly, forming a big jagged mouth, and between the opening and closing of the big mouth, it instantly broke the calf of a bloody warrior.

There was another harmless and inconspicuous green grass, when a strange man with a roe-headed rat passed by, it unexpectedly burst out with a clearly visible piercing sword aura, directly beheading the strange man back to its original form - a weasel spirit.

The most outrageous thing is that he saw a stool, which is obviously the most common wooden stool that can be seen everywhere, but that stool, which was obviously made by a carpenter, actually knocked down a wild boar spirit, and those few exposed fangs They were all broken.

He doesn't understand!

Why are there so many strange things in this mansion?
Why do these monsters have such exaggerated combat effectiveness?

This is not reasonable!

It doesn't conform to the common sense of practice at all!

There must be a mistake somewhere!
(End of this chapter)