Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 149 Sit back and watch the rise and fall of the dynasty
"We stay here, and sooner or later we will see that ghost."

"It's been hard work. I'll treat everyone to a drink when Mie kills this ghost."

Wang Bochao said with a smile on his face.

When the other arresters in the room heard this, they also showed a smile on their faces, and laughed a few times.

Bang!
Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the courtyard, and everyone's expressions changed, and they became quiet for an instant. Their eyes were tense and vigilant, and they looked outside the house.

boom!The door shattered suddenly, and a figure in gray jumped into the room.

His complexion was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his pupils were ashen. He looked like a dead body. He looked around the house and finally stopped at Wang Bochao.

"I wanted to see if that weird kid was still living, but I bumped into you."

"Just right, these days, you've been chasing me everywhere, making me very annoyed. Today I will kill you all here!"

The gray-clothed ghost said with a sinister smile.

All the arresters in the room looked dignified, as if they were facing a big enemy, they were nervous and flustered.

Wang Bochao's face was gloomy, and he drew the knife out of its sheath, and bright red blood flowed out, covering the long knife.

His eyes were serious, his eyes fixed on the ghost in gray clothes, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Knock the gong!"

A horrified policeman in the room picked up the gong beside him as if he had just woken up from a dream, and vigorously beat the gong.

bang bang bang!

The deafening sound of the gong broke the silence of the long night and spread far away.

In a few small courtyards on the edge of Zhangjia Village, nearly a hundred policemen with solemn expressions and long knives quickly surrounded the courtyard where Wang Bochao and others were.

The gray-clothed ghost glanced disdainfully at the policeman who was beating the gong, opened his mouth to the ear, let out a sharp roar that was not like a human voice, and stomped towards the policeman inside the house!

Ordinary policemen are not the enemy of ghosts in gray clothes. They are slaughtered wantonly by gray-clothed policemen, and blood and flesh are scattered in an instant.

There was a look of urgency in Wang Bochao's eyes, and he attacked the gray-clothed ghost with a chopping knife!
The gray-clothed ghost dodged Wang Bochao's attack, with bloodthirsty rays of light flashing in his ferocious eyes, and with a low growl, he rushed towards him like a wild beast, a cloud of black air emerged from each of his hands, and his five fingers were sharp and powerful.

After killing someone, the ghost will gradually lose his sanity and be controlled by the killing instinct. The more people he kills, the more his sanity will disappear, and finally he will become a walking corpse who only knows how to kill.

Only when everyone around them is killed, or when they are severely injured and feel seriously threatened, will the ghosts regain their sanity.

After the gray-clothed ghost lost his sanity, he didn't have any moves to speak of in his attacks, but he was far superior to Wang Bochao in terms of strength and speed.

On the contrary, Wang Bochao is not an opponent of the ghost in gray clothes, and he is at a precarious disadvantage.

Fortunately, there are a group of policemen around him to share the pressure, so that he can have a breathing space and not be defeated.

The battlefield turned from inside to outside, Wang Bochao's men died one by one, but Yin Gui was not hurt at all.

Wang Bochao was anxious and angry, but he was very puzzled. After massacring two villages, this ghost has never killed anyone again. How did it become stronger? Even he is far from being an opponent.

Doubts flashed away in his heart, Wang Bochao's expression was sharp, he dragged his knife and slashed at the gray-clothed ghost who killed the arrester wantonly like a tiger entering a flock, and shouted loudly at the same time.

"I'll hold him back, you guys retreat quickly!"

Now, after seeing that the gray-clothed ghost can match the strength of a strong-boned warrior, Wang Bochao no longer wants to kill the gray-clothed ghost, he just wants to lead the arresters away quickly, and save his life under the hands of this ghost. Go back to Shangjiang City and make another plan.

Wang Bochao's momentum was fierce, he dragged his knife and slashed out, the ghost in gray dodged, and in a flash, he slapped Wang Bochao's long knife with his palm.

The turbulent black air washed away the blood energy covering the knife body and wiped it out.

A terrifying force came from the blade, Wang Bochao's face changed drastically, and he almost lost his grip on the long sword and let go.

The gray-clothed ghost had a ferocious face, swung his arms and grabbed Wang Bochao's neck with a claw. Black air billowed and roared through the air, like a hissing poisonous snake.

Wang Bochao's eyes were terrified, and he hastily drew his knife back to block.

clang!
There was a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing.

Wang Bochao's body was shaken as if he had been hit hard, the long knife in his hand shattered, he flew upside down, spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Protect the head catcher!"

A dozen or so arresters shouted loudly and rushed to kill the gray-clothed ghost who wanted to attack Wang Bochao again.

Wang Bochao looked pained, and the side of his neck was cut with a hideous wound by the shattered blade, bleeding profusely.

He clutched his wound tightly, and was helped up from the ground by a few policemen in a hurry.

"Quickly withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

One of the arresters shouted anxiously, and several other arresters helped Wang Bochao, and under the escort of the rest of the arresters holding long knives and looking nervous, they hurriedly withdrew to the outside of Zhangjia Village.

After the gray-clothed ghost killed many of the arresters, he lost his mind and only knew how to kill. He didn't notice that Wang Bochao and others escaped.

He had a bloodthirsty and ferocious look on his face, wantonly killing the dozen or so policemen in front of him.

After killing more than a dozen arresters, the gray-clothed ghost screamed and chased after Wang Bochao and others who had fled away.

……

In the early morning, the great sun rises, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

In a restaurant under the name of Aoki Martial Art Museum.

The lobby is full of disciples from Aoki Martial Arts, eating a sumptuous breakfast.

Aoki Martial Arts recruits disciples who learn martial arts, not subordinates. Although they can do some things, they cannot be ordered to do anything at will.

Yesterday the martial arts disciples searched for Cao Shao's traces in Shangjiang City for a whole day, not only delayed their martial arts training, but also exhausted them.

The martial arts hall spent money to treat them to a banquet for a day, which was regarded as a reward.

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant, Wang Zhiping, Tao Zian, and Li Qiu sat at the table. While eating, the three discussed where to find Cao Shao today.

Yesterday we finished searching the east and south sides of Shangjiang City, and today we decided to search the south and west sides. If we can't find them again today, we will send some people to look outside the city tomorrow.

After discussing everything, Li Qiu turned to look at Tao Zian.

"Second senior brother, we are about to break through the meat training period."

A smile appeared on Tao Zian's face, and he nodded.

"Indeed, thanks to the two blood coagulation pills Master gave me, otherwise it might take me a few years to break through."

"Now there are half a month left, and I will almost be promoted to the bone strengthening stage!"

"Congratulations, second senior brother!" Li Qiu congratulated with a chuckle.

Although Tao Zian looks young, he looks only in his 30s, but in fact he is 60 or [-] years old.

Although Chen Mao looked middle-aged, he was almost a hundred years old.

Warriors have strong blood and strong body, they are capable of throwing an elephant, and their life expectancy is unmatched.

Especially martial saints who have reached the marrow-changing stage, their blood marrow is extraordinary and holy, and their lifespan can reach five hundred years. They can live forever and watch the rise and fall of dynasties and the replacement of dynasties!
(End of this chapter)