Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"You actually have this kind of ability?!"

Fang He's eyes widened as he looked at the figure in the darkness.

"Thank you so much."

The figure smiled, then reached out and covered the other person's face with its hand.

blah blah blah!

With just a soft laugh, the man left behind only one heavy sentence before lying silently against the wall.

The corpse is prone to lust and dissipates its essence.

Then the figure turned its head and looked at the other two Quanxing members across the street.

"He can actually see us?!"

Watching the events unfold in the corner from afar using magic, the other two felt a chill run through their hearts.

The two of them wanted to leave, but an arm was placed on each of their shoulders.

"when!?"

Their hair stood on end, but their gaze remained fixed on the corner of the wall.

The figure remained standing in the corner, making no move.

So where did the hand on your shoulder come from?

"The whole-sex little mouse."

A soft laugh reached their ears.

"Crack!"

The two heads disappeared, and they vaguely heard the sound of something chewing.

The corpse tastes good, and I enjoy devouring it!

"My flute-playing boy, I have come to find you."

A sliver of moonlight pierced through the dark clouds and fell into the courtyard, revealing the figure scattering paper ash.

It was a person dressed in a magnificent martial arts uniform.

I'm offering this book as a sacrifice: "I, the Mountain Moving Taoist, Will Never Rape Tombs."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 51 Three Heads and Six Arms vs. Three Corpses

"Young Master, we have done as you instructed."

“There are still a few people wandering around outside, occasionally talking about the things you instructed.”

In a room inside the courtyard, Qian Tong whispered to Jingming about the layout of the courtyard.

"Yes, everyone who can handle a gun, take out your guns."

"I'm afraid someone might break in tonight."

Jingming nodded, a rifle slung over his shoulder as well.

This was already the end of the Xuantong era, and the period of warlord chaos was approaching.

Firearms are not uncommon.

"So that the young master knows that all these things have been arranged."

"I guarantee that not even a fly will be able to get into our house."

Qian Tong nodded and said with a confident expression.

Jingming just smiled at this; he would be a fool to actually believe it.

It's not that Qian Tong lied to him, but rather that he knew what kind of people were in his department.

Ordinary people, commoners, are capable of doing things to save their lives, but if it comes to risking their lives, they'll probably be the first to run away.

That's how people are at this time.

"Butler Qian, go and keep my father company. I'll stay here."

Jingming sat in the armchair and waved to Qian Tong, giving him instructions.

"Okay, Master."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Qian Tong nodded slightly, cupped his hands in greeting, and then walked towards Zhao's father, who was further inside the room.

As someone who personally witnessed Jingming fighting the tiger!

From then on, he regarded Jingming as a god-like figure.

He even considered sending his third son to serve Jingming as a page or something similar when he grew up.

I want to absorb some sacred energy!

"Hey."

"Ordinary people can't stop cultivators, especially experts among them."

Jingming looked at the closed wooden door at the entrance and sighed softly.

Not a single shot was fired outside, yet they've already walked in!

“Nephew, now that you know I’m here, why don’t you come out and greet me?”

The figure outside the door stopped in his tracks and shouted loudly towards the doorway.

The sound clearly reached Jingming's ears, as well as those of Zhao's father and the others.

"Father, you should stay inside and not come out."

Seeing Zhao's father come out of the inner room, Jingming gave an order and then carried his rifle out of the room.

"Chairman Wu!"

Looking at the person a foot away on the steps of the room, Jingming narrowed his eyes slightly, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

The person in front of me seems somewhat dreamlike, not quite real.

However, the fact that the other party could appear here must mean that they have resolved the problems caused by the Three Corpses.

"Nephew, so many days have passed. What have you thought about the matter I mentioned?"

Moonlight streamed through the clouds, bathing him in its glow and making his already dreamlike figure appear even more ethereal.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Wu."

“I am still young, and I am the only child in my family.”

"But we will have to disappoint Chairman Wu's good intentions."

Jingming shook his head and bowed to Wu Wei.

At this moment, Wu Wei gave him a strange feeling, so he did not approach Wu Wei rashly.

Most importantly, he had a gun, so there was no need to get that close.

Indeed, while one's parents are alive, one should not travel far.

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Wu Wei nodded slightly, feigning understanding.

"So, Master Wu, please return."

Jingming nodded in agreement, and then spoke.

"But if my parents are gone, then I can leave, right?"

Wu Wei smiled at Jingming, but then spoke again.

? !

To Jingming's astonishment, an aura appeared in the room behind him.

An aura indistinguishable from that of the person before him.

Is Wu Wei capable of being in two places at once?

Whoosh! !

Having no time to get entangled with Wu Wei in front of him, Jingming rushed into the room.

Inside the room, Wu Wei, who exuded the aura of a wild beast and a venomous insect, appeared and extended his hand to Zhao's father.

"You wicked creature, how dare you!!"

Seeing Zhao's father, who was in shock, a strand of colorful hair from Jingming's forehead floated out and rushed towards Wu Wei.

Roar! !

The embroidered ball and the tiger soul appeared together, directly enveloping Wu Wei.

[Tiger's Might] Suppresses and intimidates, the embroidered ball attacks!

puff!