I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Everyone has their own secrets, maybe Forber didn't want to mention his brilliance before, and there may be reasons for that.

Recalling Fu Bo's heroic appearance with a mahogany sword in one hand and a talisman in one hand, Chu He felt that he was a man with a story.

But now I don't have time to listen to the story. I have to figure out the origin and purpose of this fox demon first.

Daoxiu was naturally the best at dealing with monsters, so this task was handed over to Uncle Fu.

There were strands of thunder gathering in Uncle Fu's palm, standing in front of the fox demon and yelling sharply.

"Evil animal, what is your origin! What is the purpose of sneaking into my Chu family!"

Chu He was also a little surprised when he saw the thunder. The thunder in the palm is a method that can only be used by a Taoist real person, and Fu Bo is really a Taoist real person.

These methods have a natural restraint on the demon, and the fox demon was so frightened that he lay on the ground and shivered.

"Really, if I was killed, I will explain everything."

Under the threat of Zhang Xin Lei, the fox demon succumbed rather spinelessly, and immediately wanted to explain his origin and purpose.

Only then did Uncle Fu close his palm, but stared at the fox demon with a stern expression.

It seems that as long as the fox demon has half a lie, he can see it.

"Really, the little demon is Shoubai..."

The fox demon spit out human words, and just about to say it, suddenly, a gust of dark wind hit.

Fu Bo and Lu Da's expressions changed suddenly, and they worked together to protect Chu He.

"Where is the ghost, dare to be presumptuous in front of this real person!"

Uncle Fu was furious, the mahogany sword shone with golden light, cutting through the wind in an instant.

Looking down, the fox demon on the ground had already had its throat cut.

More than ten feet away, a ghost floated in the air, staring at Chu He with blood-red eyes, and licked its lips bloodthirstyly.

"It turns out that there is a Daoist Daoist who was injured in the original protection, no wonder you were able to escape from Xiaoqian's hands." Wang Wu let out a sly laugh, eerie and terrifying, which made people get goose bumps all over.

Chu He's face changed slightly. Sure enough, he was being targeted by some powerful monster. The Xiaoqian in the monster's mouth should be the female ghost in white from last time.

"Young master, be careful, this thing is a wandering soul at the peak of the seventh rank!"

Uncle Fu's expression changed slightly, he took out a handful of talismans and shot them out.

Those talismans pierced through the air like sharp arrows, ignited in the void, and went straight to the ghost.

"If it was your prime, I would still respect you three points, but now that your origin is injured, what can you do to me?"

Wang Wu sneered, and slapped out his sharp claws. When the wind stirred up and touched the talisman, it made a sizzling sound, accompanied by a stench.

Then he leaned over and rushed forward, his sharp claws went straight for Chu He.

"Young Master, back off!"

Fu Bo let out a yell, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist on the mahogany sword.

The century-old mahogany sword was shining with golden light, and the sword collided with the sharp claws.

The collision between the sharp claw and the mahogany sword had the sound of metal and iron clanging, accompanied by dazzling sparks.

Fu Bo and Wang Wu played against each other extremely fast, one person and one ghost fighting together, one was shining with golden light, and the other was dense with ghost fog.

"Ruda, you go and help Uncle Fu." Chu He ordered.

Lu Da said: "My lord, although Sajia's hands are itchy, they still protect you."

"You're done, you two masters can't hold back this wandering soul?" Chu He said firmly.

Hearing this, Lu Da had no choice but to obey, and stepped forward with a single step, his whole body was churning and wrapped around his fist, and he smashed it head-on.

This is the method used by warriors to deal with ghosts. It is coerced by qi and blood. Although it is not as lethal to ghosts as Taoist or Buddhist methods, it should not be underestimated.

With Lu Da joining, Fu Bo's pressure dropped sharply, and the mahogany sword dance fluttered and slashed at Wang Wu several times. Although he didn't hurt his vitals, it still made Wang Wu howl in pain.

Lu Da is not a vegetarian either. Although he is a martial artist, he is still entangled with blood. When he punched him, Wang Wu felt that his ghost body was extremely unstable.

It found that it was invincible, and it also started to retreat, but how could Fu Bo and the two let him go, and chased it and chopped it up.

Wang Wu felt more and more invincible, its figure had become somewhat illusory, and if it continued like this, it might really be crucified to death by the sword of this real person.

It gritted its teeth, and with a wave of its sleeve, it set off a fierce wind, and then directly cut off an arm, detonating the arm.

"You just wait for me, next time I, Wang Wu, will take your dog's life!"

The cold and piercing Yin Qi erupted in an instant, and Fu Bo's face changed drastically. He hurriedly dodged to protect Chu He, and at the same time, he cast out a yellow talisman and turned it into a light curtain.

The chirping sound continued, and the strong stench was disgusting. When the smoke cleared, Wang Wu had already escaped.

"Ah! What kind of method did this ghost use? It froze Sajia to death!"

In just a few breaths, a layer of frost had condensed on Ruda's body, making him shiver.

The seventh-rank wandering soul is indeed extraordinary, the body is full of yin, and it is extremely yin and cold.

"Master, I think that ghost is targeting you, what's going on?" Uncle Fu put away the mahogany sword and asked.

Chu He said helplessly: "I may have been targeted by something. There was a female ghost in white who attacked me before. In the end, Shangguan Xiaoxiao and I attacked together to kill it."

Fu Bo seemed to have thought of something, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he did not continue to ask further questions.

He just told Chu He to be more careful recently, then turned and left.

"Master, your butler seems to know something." Lu Da stepped forward and said.

Chu He nodded, and said calmly: "Uncle Fu won't harm me, there should be a reason why he didn't tell me."

Not long after, Liu Ergou from the bookstore also rushed over and told Chu He about today's sales.

Chu He was also a little surprised when he heard that it was 1,500 copies, which was much higher than what he had planned.

After sending Liu Ergou away, it was already very late, so Chu He went directly to his room to sleep.

It was only because of what happened just now that he asked Lu Da to stay by the bed before he dared to sleep.

It is true that the ghost was injured, but who knows if it will suddenly kill the carbine.

With Lu Da guarding him, Chu He slept peacefully.

Early the next morning, after turning Ruda into a book page and taking it back to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he stretched out and walked out of the room.

As usual, after washing up under the service of the little maid Yu Ling, a bowl of clear porridge and a few dishes of side dishes were also served.

He just took a few sips of porridge when a big meat ball rolled over from the direction of the gate.

"Young Master Chu, it's over! I'm going to lose my leg!"

Wang Yingjun rolled over crying and yelling, Chu He was so frightened that he took the bowl and ran away.

boom!

As usual, he hit the pillar to stabilize his figure.

Wang Yingjun wiped his tears and cried: "Young Master Chu, my father is back. He said he would break my leg. I ran out while he was going to the toilet. You have to save me, brother!"

"Didn't you say that your father will come back in three days? Why so soon." Chu He was also a little surprised.

"My father heard that after I bet Guiyantu in Heilongfang, he just gave up the business to the people below and came back." Wang Yingjun said aggrievedly.

Chu He helped him up: "You stay with me for a day first, and I will personally take you back tonight, and your father won't break your leg by then."

The matter of Wang Yingjun's stall has an inseparable relationship with him, so we can't ignore it.

Hearing this, Wang Yingjun showed suspicion on his face.

"Young Master Chu, you won't lie to me, will you? My father has a fiery temper, but it's hard for anyone to speak well."

Chu He waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't you worry about my work?"

"By the way, have you eaten yet? Would you like to have some together?"

After saying this, Chu He regretted it.

Wang Yingjun really didn't eat, he began to eat while holding the bowl.

More than 20 catties of rice were dried in one meal, so it's no wonder he has this body shape.

It's just embarrassing the cook at home, and this one meal made the family's meals for three days.