The Hero Kneels

Soon, the entire apartment building was surrounded by the swarming military and police. Several men in black entered the corridor first, while the rest of the military and police waited on the periphery to pull the cordon and drive out the onlookers.

About half an hour later, a dozen survivors walked out of the corridor.

Among them, Tian Zijun, the other ten or so people are all black circles with haggard faces, many people are not even stable, they help each other downstairs tremblingly, only Tian Zijun looks still Well done.

Immediately afterwards, the military and police began to enter the apartment building in large numbers and carried out the corpses inside.

"Captain, a total of 65 people died in this apartment building, and a total of 17 people survived. The cause of death seems to be due to excessive loss of energy, but we have not found evidence of the existence of ghosts."

A petite teenage girl in the apartment building reported: "These survivors all claim that they have been sleeping poorly recently, have nightmares and are listless, only one of them claimed to have seen a ghost, and a masked man intruded into her home..."

The mustache captain who accepted the report nodded and frowned: "It should be a kind of spirit ghost, and its strength is not bad. It is estimated that the hazard level has barely reached the tiger level."

"It turned out to be a tiger-level demon? But I didn't feel the existence of a ghost." The petite girl was stunned.

Usually, the hazard level of the supernatural events they handle is at most wolf level, and such supernatural events can at most cause the life of one or several people to be in danger.

The Tiger class is different. It is a disgusting incident that will cause a large number of casualties, and it is also a hazard level that they rarely encounter.

If it is a tiger-level disaster, then the fluctuations emitted by the evil ghosts are very obvious, and they will definitely be perceived by them.

"You can't perceive it because the ghost has been wiped out." Moustache said, crouching down and looking at a mass of ashes on the floor.

He took off his black gloves, used his fingers to pinch the cotton wool in the ashes on the ground, squinted his eyes and felt something carefully, then got up after a while and said: "The previous Internet celebrity sweetie said it was right, ghosts are the carriers of this. Two dolls, the masked man who broke in killed the ghost."

"What? So that means that some experts helped us kill the ghosts?" another strong young man asked.

Moustache shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, but there is no doubt that the opponent can destroy tiger-level disasters alone, and he definitely has impermanence-level strength, at least worse than ordinary ghosts. Seeing the degree of damage on the scene, maybe It was done by a player, and only a player can be so savage."

"As for the origin of ghosts, apart from worshiping the secluded sect, there shouldn't be anyone who can do this kind of thing. The style of using dolls to recruit ghosts is very suitable for them, but this skill is not ordinary, and most people who use this kind of magic Existing at the cadre level of the worship cult."

The girl in black looked a little embarrassed: "That is to say, this matter can only be left to the people in the Hall of Impermanence, and we can only let it go?"

Moustache nodded: "Our ghosts are only responsible for managing ordinary supernatural events, and the upper limit is wolf-level or tiger-level supernatural disasters, but if it involves you worship or players, it must be handed over to the impermanences of the Temple of Impermanence. It's done, you can report it directly, and then we will close the team."

The young man in black looked at a young corpse and couldn't help shaking his head: "It's a pity that such a good time died."

Captain Moustache patted the other party's shoulder: "I have encountered cases ten times and a hundred times worse than here, and you will get used to it. The situation is changing too fast, and this kind of thing will only increase. If you want to save others, you must Try to improve your strength."

…

In Xinxin Hotel, Ye Dou was in the bathroom and looked at his chest carefully in the mirror.

There is a blue-black fist mark on his chest.

This is the injury left from the previous battle with the two-headed ape, when he punched the strange ape.

At this moment, I feel a dull pain in my chest. Under the operation of internal force, this blue-black fist print is releasing black qi faintly. It took about half an hour for this black qi to completely disappear.

Well!

Ye Dou let out a long breath, thoughtful.

He owns the magic power of the wedding dress and the powerful diamond palm. Although the attack power is not bad, the general ghosts can't take his palms at all.

But in terms of defense alone, he is much worse, and only has the protection of body infuriating qi.

That ghost wounded him with just one punch, and it seemed that he had to strengthen his frontal ability and physical defense.

From the shoe box of Ye Dou's shoe cabinet, he took out the Cheats of Thirteen Taibao Hengshuo, which he had only learned one piece of Iron Head Gong.

Goldfinger!

With a little thought, his fingers were immediately plated with a layer of dark gold.

Without hesitation, he clicked on the 13 Taibao Hengshuo, waiting for the secret book to finish blooming, and before he put the soul ring on his finger, he lit up six tadpole texts, which had been used up.

In the Thirteen Taibao Heng Lian, there are six more exercises, namely Iron Cloth Shirt, Iron Broom, Iron Arm, Iron Throat, Iron Elbow, and Iron Egg.

After Ye Dou opened the secret book, a dark golden light came into view. He directly learned the six horizontal training kung fu.

After a moment, he couldn't help frowning.

According to the practice methods in the secret book, most of the six horizontal training kung fu must have a special practice method to practice successfully, and also need to match the corresponding essential oils and medicines to speed up the practice, I guess I have to spend money again.

Moreover, when he practiced these kung fu alone, the effect was extremely poor, and he had to find someone to cooperate.

But he was alone, where did he go to recruit people to cooperate with him to practice martial arts?

…

Bang!

A big shirtless man with tattoos all over his body smashed Ye Dou's back with a big wooden stick in his hand.

Click!

The big wooden stick with the thickness of the arm was instantly broken into two pieces.

"It's cool! It's cool! Go on, don't stop!"

Ye Dou was shirtless, standing in an empty big room and shouting heroically, showing his tendon flesh, spitting a layer of shiny medicated oil all over his body, and a leisurely and contented smile on the corners of his mouth.

There were several big men with tattoos all over their bodies, some with baseball bats and some with steel pipes, all of them panting and looking tired.

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With a loud crash, several big men continued to smash their baseball bats and steel pipes on each other's body, beating him continuously. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But after a while, several people were tired and stopped.

"Hey, don't be lazy! Are you still a man?" Ye Dou roared unhappily, obviously dissatisfied with the attacking power of these people.

"Brother Ye, Boss Ye, Boss Ye... Let's rest for a while, I'm really tired..." Brother Long said decadently to the steel pipe in his hand, and then looked at the younger brothers in the debt collection company.

"It's really useless! Want to learn martial arts just like this?" Ye Dou was extremely upset, his eyes were cold.

Brother Long lowered his head wanting to cry without tears. Looking at the brothers lying in a circle, he felt very ashamed and regretted that he should not have brought him into the company.

More than a week ago, the hero Zhiqiu Yiye, who once slapped down a utility pole, came to their debt collection company and said that he wanted to teach them martial arts for free, and he only needed to eat and drink well.

This made Brother Long and others completely happy, and the younger brothers who fought bravely and fiercely almost knelt down and kowtowed to the master of this world.

So the next few days were simply not people's lives.

This hero Ye insisted that he and his younger brothers beat himself with sticks and steel pipes.

I have to say that an expert is an expert, and it is a perverted existence in the legend. No matter how the stick and the steel pipe hammer the other's body, they can't leave the slightest trace, leaving a white mark at most.

At the beginning, the big guys were still fighting hard, but after a few days, everyone was exhausted. Not to mention the pain in the whole body, it was difficult to even move.

No way, this big brother Ye's demand is too strong.

That blow to demand can simply be described as desire and dissatisfaction.

Typical super shake M!

Shaking M to the point that none of the dozen of them could handle it, so they just fell down.