I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1903

[Chapter 1779 Carriage]

“What a white ghost, it scared me… Wait, is this a human? A human face?”

“Uncle Jin is so weak, he’s gone just like that?”

“The man has turned black. Could it be that his soul has been chopped off? Or has he been eaten by this white-faced ghost?”

“Working on the effects?”

“Look, there seems to be a scar on Uncle Jin’s chest…”

“This ghost is not simple. It is obvious that the ghost-Buddha world has undergone an anomaly and a saint-level will soon be born. Lord Xingdao, listen to my advice and go home.”

“Master Fu, come and protect me!”

“Matchmaker, come on!”

“…”

After a brief pause, comments flashed across the screen one after another.

They floated in front of her forehead, but Hongniang didn’t even look at them.

Completely different from the spirit refiners who were watching the battle through the screen and had a buffer, Hongniang’s positive experience was too shocking.

Uncle Jin was beheaded and his white face was suddenly hung in front of him.

When the ghost spoke human words, she could even smell a rotten stench, and her thoughts froze:

“Uncle Jin is dead…”

“A fierce ghost carrying a sword…”

“It’s also humane and can talk…”

The white-faced ghost’s lower jaw was still resting on Uncle Jin’s headless corpse, only a body length away from Hongniang.

It sniffed greedily and intoxicatedly, stretching out its long tongue and almost licking Hongniang’s cheek.

“run!”

An urgent shout came from a distance: “Miss! Matchmaker! Wake up and run!”

The matchmaker turned around and ran away.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”

The white-faced ghost enjoyed the thrill of hunting and was in no hurry to chase and kill. He just stretched his lips to his temples and narrowed his eyes into slits.

It nudged with its chin.

Uncle Jin’s body fell to the ground.

The fixed direction of the Golden Apricot painting is backwards.

The spectators then realized that Uncle Jin was not joking and he might really not be able to come back.

Mr. Fu’s anxiety and Hongniang’s panic were not just for show.

Their Taixu team encountered a terrifying evil spirit that could destroy the team – this was unheard of in the past six months!

“girl……”

The white-faced ghost wore an old green robe and held a black long sword in his hand. “No one can escape from my sword.”

He held the sword in both hands and drew it slowly and freely.

“Spiritual Slash.”

With a swish, a dark green sword light burst out.

Hongniang was running in front, and the sword arrived first, cutting into the back of her neck in an instant.

From Jin Xing’s perspective, the sword light grew from small to large, as if it was about to cut through the screen.

“Matchmaker!”

At the critical moment, Master Fu in the distance threw a talisman high up and commanded blood to become an order: “Golden Yuan Cover!”

Hongniang staggered, and a golden spiritual shield appeared around her, giving her a sense of security.

The dark green sword light slashed down and hit the golden element shield, but there was not even a faint white scratch.

A bunch of information instantly floated across his forehead:
“Okay! Protected!”

“This white-faced ghost seems to be nothing special. It’s a pity that Uncle Jin died in its sneak attack, but it certainly can’t beat Elder Fu who was on guard.”

There were also some who were awake and realized something:
“No! If Uncle Jin had no idea before he died, how could Elder Fu save Hong Niang if he was on the same level as Uncle Jin?”

“Look, that ghost… is laughing?”

“It’s bad, the devil who knows how to scheme, Fu Laowei!”

Hongniang came back to her senses in the midst of her relief at having survived the catastrophe. She slightly tilted the golden bead to show the picture to Master Fu, and then she was shocked:
“Master Fu…”

She let out a cry of pain: “No!”

In the scene, the goateed Fu Lao, without any prelude, was bleeding from all seven orifices and standing stiffly on the spot.

Nine bloody holes were left on his forehead, neck, chest, abdomen, crotch, shoulders and knees at some point.

The afterimage of the black sword’s attack just disappeared.

The white-faced ghost had already ridden on Old Fu’s shoulders, sitting astride him with a grin on his face.

The sword in its hand pierced from top to bottom, like a stick used to pierce a roasted whole lamb, and fiercely penetrated into the top of Fu Lao’s head.

“laugh!”

The sword pierced through the body and blood splattered everywhere.

In front of the Golden Apricot screen, the number of spectators had skyrocketed to nearly one million, and they were all frightened.

“When did this ghost pass by?”

“When did it come out with the sword? Why didn’t I see it clearly?”

“Nine sword wounds, nine ghost sword spikes? Isn’t this a ghost hunting technique? As far as I can remember, it was the one from the previous generation of Seven Sword Immortals… what was it called?”

Comments drown out comments.

Everyone is just busy posting, and not many people are picking and choosing to look at them.

In fact, most people who posted comments ignored other comments and just focused on the picture.

The Golden Apricot picture is a wide-angle picture.

Old Fu and the White-Faced Ghost never appeared in the painting from beginning to end, except that one was in the center and the other was on the side.

But in the moment when Master Fu protected Hongniang and the main and secondary scenes were switched, nine bloody holes appeared on his body?
“Is he really at the Saint level?”

There has always been a guy who calls himself “the Saint” in the comments, but not many people pay attention to him.

But after watching it on the screen so many times, I started to remember it.

Now it seems that if he is not at the Saint level, how could he kill Taixu as easily as killing a chicken?
“Master Fu is dead too?”

“This must be fake, they must be acting, Uncle Jin is not dead!”

“Look! Master Fu’s fingers can still move. He pinched out a talisman…”

Someone with sharp eyes saw that Old Fu had multiple penetrating wounds on his body, and under the cover of his sleeve, he trembled and took out a purple thunder talisman.

There is a faint fluctuation of holy power above it.

This is actually despairing.

Old Fu made unconscious “uh uh hum” sounds from his mouth, his broken body trembling like a sieve, and he even took out the holy power talisman paper.

If this is acting, the cost is not small.

And his acting skills should be better than that of Shouye.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”

Amidst everyone’s anticipation, before the talisman paper in Fu Lao’s hand had even been lit, the white-faced ghost sitting astride his shoulders laughed playfully.

Without even a moment’s hesitation, it yanked and pulled the black sword that had pierced through his head and feet out from Old Fu’s torso, mockingly saying:

“A clay Buddha can’t even save himself when crossing a river, how can he save others?”

The wind blows.

Mr. Fu’s whole body was covered in black, and he fell to the ground with a bang, no longer alive.

The white-faced ghost stretched out its long tongue like a snake’s tongue and licked the tip of the black sword all the way.

After tasting the blood and sucking the soul, its body glowed slightly and its pale face turned a little rosy.

“tasty.”

“But after all, I am old and I stink.”

In an instant, the two eyes filled with will-o’-the-wisp fire stared at Hongniang and at the millions of spectators in front of the Golden Apricot Screen.

The evil wind is howling in the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

The sounds of wolves howling and ghosts crying were heard everywhere.

The fog shrouded the stone tablet area of Zhongyuan Realm. Even through the golden apricots, millions of spectators couldn’t help but feel a chill on their scalps.

“Dead!”

“He’s really dead!”

“Old Fu’s soul has been sucked dry, and so has Uncle Jin. So the next thing is… Hongniang, run!”

Millions of people realized at the same time that something was wrong.

In today’s outdoor preaching world, Feng Zhongzui, the top guy, doesn’t work so hard and only chats with everyone occasionally.

Although Hongniang, the top sister, is not as good as Fengzhongzui, she eventually surpassed him.

The key is that she is beautiful, has a slim figure, speaks and chats in a way that suits everyone’s taste, and her financial resources, background, and guards are far superior to others.

If she fell, the preaching world would lose a pillar!
“I…”

Hongniang really wanted to run, but she found that she could not move her legs.

Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and they were exposed to the cold wind and were hit by the flying snowflakes, causing her to feel a piercing pain.

“I can’t move…”

She spoke in a crying voice, and it was unclear whether it was the pressure from the semi-saint or the fear.

When the white-faced ghost tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, she felt helpless and alone, like a lonely boat about to capsize, and she burst into tears.

“Run!”

“Move your left foot first, then your right foot. Don’t you know how to do that?”

A large number of comments floated across her forehead, and the matchmaker couldn’t move at all.

She could only watch as the white-faced ghost lost interest, drew his sword from afar, and pointed it in the air:

“Point…”

A bit of cold light is amazing.

Millions of people held their breath in front of the golden apricot tree.

At this moment, there was a “ding-dong” sound, the mist was floating around, and bursts of distant bell sounds were heard.

Along with it, there is the creaking sound of wheels rolling over the ground, and the voice of a poem full of melancholy:
“When I wake up in the morning, the bell rings, and I feel sad for my hometown…”

…

“who?”

“Where did this idiot come from? Why didn’t he run away at this time and jumped into the fire pit? Didn’t he hear the screams of Mr. Fu just now?”

“Sound familiar?”

“Carriage? Driving a carriage? This is so funny. Which rich young man came to the ghost and Buddha world to train? As soon as he went out, he met a half-saint-level evil spirit. Great! These guys who were born with good luck should all die!”

“Wait, this Xianggui carriage, why does it sound familiar?”

“Has no one analyzed this poem? It contains a feeling of homesickness…”

“Hongniang must be homesick now. She barely lived in the Xingjie and has been playing around in the Ghost and Buddha worlds. Now, she is home after hunting geese all day long.”

Another long string of messages floated across my forehead, full of the message of having the will but not the ability, and even some hatred towards the rich.

After all, they were separated by an illusory golden apricot image, so they couldn’t help if they wanted to intervene.

Hongniang didn’t expect that there was really a half-saint among these people who could suddenly come and save her.

Her only lifeline at this moment was the Xianggui carriage slowly coming out of the fog, and the guards behind the Xianggui carriage representing the heir of the Taixu family…

“Help me! Help me!”

“I’m a matchmaker. I can give you a lot of things, everything. I can even help you move into Xingjie!”

Stay at Xingjie.

These four words are extremely popular in the five regions today.

Even if it was the murderer of his father, when he was dying, he said face to face that he could help “move into the Xingjie” and swore a poisonous oath.

The revenger might actually respond with “When will the cycle of revenge end?” and then put down his butcher knife and return to shore.

“Huh?”

The white-faced ghost pointed his sword at Hongniang and made a puzzled sound.

It had already used the sword, but when the words “I wake up in the morning and hear the bells ringing, I feel sad for my hometown” came out, I couldn’t help but feel a kind of emotion in my heart…

I really want to know what the content below is and how it feels.

So, enduring the backlash of the sword, the white-faced ghost forced the sword back, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the carriage with “Zhengduo” hanging on it.

“Crunch, crunch…”

The bronze cinnamon carriage that was slowly approaching was so luxurious that even the wheels gave off an air of high cost. This was the heir of the Qiqi Taixu family.

There are very few real playboys who can actually come out to do business in the Holy Continent. Most of them are well-educated and well-mannered.

Even if some people like to play, these are trivial matters compared to their talent in cultivation.

But this carriage was different.

Judging from the staffing, it seems like a case of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Because even the old and skinny driver sitting in front of the carriage looked a little vulgar, and his words were extremely indecent:

“Sir, there is a weak woman in front of us. She is beautiful, slim and juicy. She is in trouble. I will give her anything. Do you want to stop the car?”

“Old man Li, don’t try. Is this your task today?” A light coughing sound was heard from the car. It was the voice of the sick young man.

“Hey, Master, I have to report back to you, so please give me a polite answer…Save him or not?”

“No. There are so many unfortunate people in the world. How many people in the world care about the common people? Who can save them one by one?”

“Okay, go!”

Crunch, crunch…

The carriage slowly drove away, leaving behind a dead silence.

Matchmaker stood there in a daze, unable to believe what was happening.

In her twenty years of life, she had never seen any man… normal man keep his eyes on her for less than three breaths.

But this pair of carriages…

The old man Li took one glance and then looked away, as if the beauties he saw every day were those on the most beautiful list.

The sick young man did not even lift the curtain of the carriage from beginning to end, and his words and deeds showed that he was keeping a distance from us.

I can tell from your voice that your kidney essence is deficient. If you don’t save me, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?

Hongniang bit her lower lip, tears welled up in her eyes, and said nothing.

She actually understood that it was right not to save him.

Give yourself a way out, maybe you can avoid that white-faced ghost and walk out of the Zhongyuan Realm alive.

The master and servant of this carriage are smart people.

But……

What about me?

You guys left, what about me, Hongniang?
Hongniang said nothing, but Jin Xing’s comments were boiling, and it was obvious that everyone couldn’t help themselves:
“Who is this! You are so arrogant! You keep saying ‘love the people’, that’s ‘the emperor of the people’! Do you think you are the Lord? You actually compare yourself to the emperor?”

“What the hell is he going to do? He sounded so weak that he couldn’t even lift a finger. He just pretended to be embarrassed because he saw Hongniang was Jin Xing and knew there were millions of people watching him. But in fact, he must have been scared to death in the carriage, right?”

“If you don’t want to save me, then don’t save me. Why does my Hongniang need you to save her? The heir of Taixu must die a horrible death! Hongniang, run!”

“This white-faced ghost is also stupid, why is he standing there motionless? If I were that ghost, I would step forward and wield my sword, first kill the evil servant, then kill the sick young man, to vent my hatred!”

“Everyone calm down. Didn’t you notice that something is wrong with the white-faced ghost? It seems to be controlled as well…”

No one could calm down.

No one even noticed why, as soon as the sick young man opened his mouth, even the white-faced ghost stopped and saluted respectfully.

“Squeak…”

The white-faced ghost himself didn’t know why.

He held the sword, his mouth was cold, and he felt a little embarrassed – he had just interrupted the attack and suffered the backlash!
But the white-faced ghost was worthy of being a white-faced ghost. He had the most acute intuition about fighting. From the most primitive perception, he felt that letting the carriage go might be better than catching up with them.

I don’t know why, but the appearance of this feeling makes Gui even more irritated, and he wants to chop something into pieces.

“kill!”

The white-faced ghost swung the black sword.

It actually obeyed the guidance of its heart and stopped staring at the carriage. Instead, it turned its head to glance at Hongniang and licked its lips and said:

“Those two bastards will only defile our souls if we eat them, so let them go.”

“And you, my beauty, you taste so delicious…huh?”

The white-faced ghost paused and felt a little scared.

In the back, the carriage that was supposed to go far away and drive into the fog suddenly stopped, and the voice of Old Man Li came from the carriage:
“Sir, it scolded us.”