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Chapter 465 I am a person with strong yang energy.

Jin Buhuan is dead.

He died miserably, like a fool.

Mr. He said that they were all acting, but he was not acting. He took it seriously.

This is the fate of an honest man. He didn't realize until his death that all he got back was only half a brick.

"No one remembers his previous name. They only know that he was once a member of the Forbidden Army. Later, he smoked cigarettes and his family was ruined. His wife and children were all sold. When they came to collect his wife, his wife and her three children were hanged. At home. From then on, he disappeared for a long time, and when he returned to the capital, he named himself Jin Buhuan. "

The fat boss sighed: "None of the eight eccentrics in the capital can be considered good people. But even the hateful president only strangled to death the two who committed the worst crimes. If they violated the king's law, they would have their own government to suppress them. You guys ...Why kill people?”

There were two men in black standing outside the door, with white powder on their faces and red cheeks. They looked as scary as paper figures buried with them.

They came here with Jin Buhuan, but now they stood at the door without saying a word, staring at the people inside the house like dead people.

"So you are He Baiyang!"

"The three cultivation methods of scholar, knight, and wild man have spread rapidly in the world in recent years. It is not common to practice human skin painting, and ordinary people have little chance to come into contact with such evil things."

He Lan fell next to Wang Yunxiao and was about to burst into tears when she suddenly found that all the abnormalities on her body had disappeared. Everything that had just happened was like an illusion.

As for why the heretics in Qi Zhao became such evil virtues, Wang Yunxiao didn't know.

Mr. He raised his head and glanced at the person at the door, and said to Wang Yunxiao: "This person uses the methods of the Twelve Sects. There is a special evil called the Human Skin Painter. Have you seen it?"

A gloomy voice came in from outside: "Why don't you run away?"

Wang Yunxiao shook his head.

But speaking of human skin painter, it seems that it should be the heretical method of "Qizhao"?

The two human skins were rolled up on the spot and wrapped directly around the old man's arms, making him unable to move.

Wang Yunxiao held the baggage behind him with his backhand, and when he looked up, he found that Mr. He had disappeared.

"This is my home, why should I run?"

Mr. He coughed, raised his voice and asked: "If we are friends in the world, why don't we name them? The people here, old and young, are not worthy of your fear, right?"

Wang Yunxiao said something, and the fat boss had no doubts at all. He raised his hand and threw his daughter over, then turned around and went to the door to help Mr. He.

"Who is your friend in the world?"

He didn't even see how Mr. He got up. In just a blink of an eye, he stood in front of He Lan and clapped his hands at the two people guarding the door.

The gloomy voice outside sneered: "Old man He, what's your intention in taking out the imperial seal? If you explain it honestly and clearly, I can still let you die a little more happily, if not..."

"Put her here with me."

With a pop, the two people were stabbed through each other by him.

Helan suddenly screamed, her hair seemed to be pulled by something, and she was dragged out of the door involuntarily.

Twelve Dharma doors, orthodox and heretical ways add up to forty paths, and I can remember them to a hair's breadth.

The fat boss held Helan down tightly, but he couldn't stop her skin from splitting open inch by inch. It seemed like there were countless little bugs squirming and gnawing under the skin, trying to turn her into a golden girl.

It was indeed not a living person, just a human skin with nothing inside.

"Eh? Junior uncle, you..."

"I have strong yang energy."

What the hell is Yang Qi?

He Lan almost laughed angrily, but soon grinned in pain.

Although the evil spell is ineffective, the damage just caused will not disappear so easily.

Looking at the clear blood marks on his skin, Helan pursed her lips and was about to cry.

"Obviously I didn't do anything. I just recognized my father and Yuxi has nothing to do with me. Why are they specifically targeting me?" "Because you look the weakest."

"what?"

"Since they can break your hands and feet, they can also do tricks on you. Then they will disrupt your father and grandfather's minds by torturing you."

Wang Yunxiao explained patiently: "You heard what they just said. These people do things without following the rules, use any means, and have no regard for the life and death of others. As long as they think you are easy to bully, they will bully you until you die."

"Am I easy to bully?"

Helan gritted his teeth.

At this moment, the tiles above the head trembled slightly, and with a huffing sound, something inhuman or ghostly flew down from the roof, grabbing the top of Helan's head with both hands.

"You think I'm easy to bully, don't you?"

Helan took a deep breath, ducked under the table.

"Yes, I'm easy to bully! Junior uncle, save me!"

Wang Yunxiao was about to speak but stopped.

Unfortunately, I thought you could survive.

He raised his hand to block it, and the monster shriveled up in an instant, turning into a piece of leather and wrapping around his arm.

Wang Yunxiao only felt a biting coldness, which penetrated deep into his muscles and bones, scraping back and forth between his bones like a knife.

And then... no more.

Helan hid under the table and shivered, holding her head for a while before she dared to open her eyes. She cautiously poked her head out and saw the weird leather wrapped on Wang Yunxiao's arm, and she screamed immediately.

"Are you...are you okay?"

"It's okay, I have a strong yang energy."

Wang Yunxiao didn't take it seriously.

If the skin painter were to challenge him one-on-one, he might still be a little scared. But with such a piece of skin...who do you look down on?
Just when he was thinking this, Pizi spoke.

"Xiao Lanzi, why don't you take action?"

When the piece of leather fell off just now, Wang Yunxiao didn't feel anything bad, but when he opened his mouth, Wang Yunxiao was shocked.

Good guy, what are you talking about? How did it make the sound?

Then he saw Helan twisting around and getting out from under the table, with a knife in his hand.

The table placed on the kang has less than a foot of space underground. Her waist is really weak.

He Lan stabbed Pi Zi's mouth with a knife and twisted it twice. He looked back at Wang Yunxiao and asked in surprise: "Why aren't you afraid?"

"What am I... afraid of?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will betray you and cost you your life?"

Hmm...how do I put this?

Wang Yunxiao looked at the knife in Helan's hand, which was not much longer than the scissors, and organized his words in his mind.

"I was scared, but I didn't react."

Helan narrowed her eyes and stared at him: "Uncle, I found out that you are not an honest person."

"How did you say this?"

"I've never heard a word of truth from your mouth, and I don't even know your name until now."

"My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Qizhong."

(End of this chapter)