Mortal Bones

"You want to trap me in just such a trap?"

After confirming that it was just a pothole, the ghost's laughter sounded again, his tone full of sarcasm towards Xu Taiping.

"It doesn't matter if you can trap this body. I am a ghost cultivator, and I can escape my body!"

Amidst the sarcastic words of the demon ghost, Xu Taiping silently took out the long knife from his waist and stood beside a tight rope without saying a word, as if waiting for something.

"boom!……"

At this moment, a gust of dark wind burst out from the pit.

"Uh-huh!"

The long knife in Xu Taiping's hand slashed at the rope without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

Several jars of strong wine hung by ropes suddenly fell down, hitting the deep pit.

A strong aroma of wine spread instantly.

"I want to stone him to death, wait! Wine! This is wine! Ah!..."

The ghost, who had already left his body, suddenly saw several heavy objects falling down, and thought that Xu Taiping wanted to kill him in the trap. But when the smell of alcohol began to spread in the pit, It's too late for it to escape.

"ah!……"

"Who? Who told you that my destiny is wine? Ah!..."

"Could it be...could it be that bitch? Ah!...bitch! It must be that bitch!"

Painful wails and curses kept ringing in the pit.

After the ghost's ghost was tainted with the smell of alcohol, it was like encountering a poison without an antidote. It could only turn into black yin energy and keep scurrying in the potholes.

Xu Taiping, who was standing next to the trap, exhaled a long breath when he saw this scene.

"If you didn't know that this charlatan's weakness is wine, he probably wouldn't have any chance of winning this time."

Recalling the scene just now, Xu Taiping felt scared.

Without the series of risky moves that made the ghost take it lightly; without this period of desperate cultivation to break through the freezing period; without these jars of strong wine, his path of cultivation might really stop here.

"Young hero...save me...as long as you let me get on top of you...I...can...tell...you where the...treasures...that I have collected...over the years...are buried!... …”

At this moment, a grimace made of condensed Yin Qi struggled to emerge from the trap, begging Xu Taiping with great difficulty.

"Let me ask you a question." Xu Taiping ignored the pleading of the ghost, "Who else knows the location of the Qingzhuju Shuimai Spring besides you?"

"Pull me out and I'll tell you!"

The ghost wants to make a deal with Xu Taiping.

"Say or not?"

Xu Taiping shook the wine jar in his hand.

"Don't!"

After seeing the wine jar, the demon suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his hands transformed from the ghost moved wildly.

"No one knows about it except me, and I only found out accidentally after killing the previous owner of Qingzhu Residence!"

The ghost explained quickly.

"You're not telling the truth."

"No, what I said is all the truth. Please, please take away that wine jar!"

Xu Taiping tested the ghost again and found that it really didn't lie.

But even so, he did not put down the wine jar in his hand, but instead opened the mud seal on it.

"Young man, what are you doing? I really didn't lie to you!"

Thinking that Xu Taiping was going to pour wine on him again, the demon screamed in surprise, his voice trembling.

"Let me ask you another question." Xu Taiping put his head to the wine jar and sniffed, then raised his head to look at the ghost of the demon, "How strong is the tiger monster you call the king? weakness?"

"This this……"

Hearing Xu Taiping ask questions about the tiger demon, the demon immediately became cautious and hesitated to speak.

"If I say something about the king, then, really, really there is only a dead end!"

The ghost looked at Xu Taiping with a pleading tone.

"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you right away."

Xu Taiping put his hand into the wine jar, dipped some wine in it, showed an innocent smile to the ghost, and then threw all the wine on his hand to the ghost.

"ah!……"

The screams of the demons echoed through the mountains and fields.

However, within a hundred miles there were barren mountains. No matter how loud he shouted, no one would be able to hear him.

"Have you considered it?"

When the screams stopped, Xu Taiping put some wine on his hands and showed his innocent smile to the ghost again.

"The king is the king of beasts. The body of a spiritual tiger is different from us ghosts. It has no weaknesses. However, half a month ago, it was seriously injured by a sneak attack by several disciples of Qifeng. It will take at least three months to recover. , and it is precisely because of this that we sent the demon ghosts around to find blood for it." At this point, the demon ghost paused and looked at Xu Taiping with a little contempt in his eyes, "With all due respect, even if it is. With your body seriously injured, it will be easy for my king to kill you."

"It will take three months to recover from the injury, which is equivalent to the time limit for me to break through the Open Door Realm..."

Xu Taiping frowned and thought secretly.

This look looked in the eyes of the ghost, but it seemed that he was afraid of the tiger demon.

The ghost suddenly felt happy. He endured the severe pain of his ghost being burned by the alcohol, and warned Xu Taiping in a threatening tone:

"So I advise you to let me go. After all, if my soul is gone, the king will definitely know about it!"

Hearing this, Xu Taiping looked up at the ghost seriously, and suddenly threw a wine jar in his hand high up, and slapped it through the air with his true energy.

"Bang!"

The wine jar was shattered by Xu Taiping's palm energy, and the wine in the sky fell like rain, all falling into the trap.

"Ah!...Shameless! You wait, King, the King will come to avenge me!"

The shrill screams resounded through the mountains.

Xu Taiping ignored it and just threw a torch that had been prepared long ago into it.

"Grandpa said that we should fight evil with evil and repay good with good. We must never do things that seek the skin of a tiger or collude with it."

Listening to the screams of the ghost in the trap, Xu Taiping muttered to himself without changing his expression.

"Boom!"

Because the torch ignited the dry firewood under the trap, the dry firewood burned up with the smell of wine, and the flames rose more than ten feet.

"Roar!..."

And just as the flames rose, a tiger roar suddenly sounded from the flames, and then the flames turned into a huge tiger head.

"How dare you kill my slave?"

The tiger roared at Xu Taiping.

"I heard that you were seriously injured by several disciples of the Seven Peaks and it will take three to five months to recover. Is that the truth?"

Because of what the ghost said before, Xu Taiping was not too surprised by the appearance of the tiger demon phantom, but asked the tiger demon with a smile on his face.

"Nonsense, my injury will be healed in three months at most!"

The tiger king almost blurted it out.

But as soon as he said it, he found something wrong and immediately said angrily:

"How dare you trick me?"