The God and Buddha are actually me

respectively?

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became a little complicated.

It has to be said that this half month has been the most carefree life he has had since time travel. Not to mention the sense of security that there is a big master guarding outside the door.

Don't worry about any monsters or monsters.

When drinking and eating meat with Lao Gao, and teasing Ronaldinho about when he can find a wife, the young man would often show a shy smile, and if his words got too urgent, he would even pick up his silver gun.

There is quite a feeling of quiet time.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that these were destined to be temporary.

"Where are you going?"

Yue Ling threw away the branch in his hand, hung the dragon bird knife on his waist, tied his hair with a green rope, and his red shirt fluttered in the night wind.

"Go to Chenjia Village, which is buried underground."

"Where will the murderer be?"

Yue Ling said calmly: "Actually, the reason I was ordered to come to Qingzhou this time was for that ghost village."

"Ghost Village?"

Zhang Jiuyang noticed her choice of words.

"After the incident in Chenjiacun, there was a lot of resentment there. Someone once saw Chenjiacun reappearing at night, but it was enveloped in a red light."

“Whoever strays into it never comes out again.”

Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart.

The village that was buried alive by the earthquake unexpectedly reappeared at midnight, and no one who entered could come out again. It was weird no matter how you thought about it.

"Xiao Gao and Xiao Luo were seriously injured just after inquiring about information at the outermost edge of the ghost village. They estimated the case in the ghost village to be - evil level."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

The evil ghosts and evil spirits were in the abyss, and Yun Niang, who was half a evil level, had already given him a narrow escape. He couldn't imagine how terrifying the evil evil spirits at the evil level could be.

No wonder the Qintian Supervisory Committee sent Yue Ling, the leader of Tiangang, to take charge of this case.

"I originally wanted to take people to the village, but I received the message from you on the way and realized that this was a serial case, so I changed my plan temporarily."

Yue Ling said in a solemn voice: "I saved you one step in advance, but the murderer seems to have a countermeasure. According to reliable information, the evil spirit in Chenjia Village has become more and more powerful recently. If left alone, it may spread to the surrounding villages and towns. "

Another thing she didn't mention was that as a prisoner in Qintian Prison, she couldn't spend too much time on one case.

During this time, the superiors have urged me countless times.

She is also under a lot of pressure.

"I will send others to protect you secretly. You'd better not go out during the next period. When I come back from the ghost village, everything should be over."

The secret technique of the five elements, heaven and ghost, starts from metal and ends with earth.

She didn't know why she obviously saved Zhang Jiuyang's life, but the murderer didn't seem to be in a hurry, and the evil spirit in the ghost village became stronger day by day, as if the secret technique was gradually taking effect.

Her intuition told her that she could no longer sit still and wait for death, but must take the initiative.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say that he would go with them. Although everyone had a good relationship, he was not from Qintian Prison after all.

Evil-level evil spirits. He, a newbie who has not even been able to stabilize in the second realm, should not join in the fun.

"Sister Mingwang, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Ah Li said with some reluctance: "I'll prepare breakfast for you and make something delicious——"

"No need, let's leave now."

Yue Ling pinched her pigtails and said, "If someone bullies you in the future, report my name."

After saying that, she and Zhang Jiuyang looked at each other, nodded slightly, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Outside the mansion, someone has already prepared a fast horse. Her horse is a good horse as pure as snow, with smooth muscle lines and an incomparable steed.

After a while, Lao Gao and Luo Ping also came out. They had packed their bags and got on their horses.

"Xiaojiu, goodbye."

"Brother Ninth, goodbye."

Zhang Jiuyang also cupped his fists and saluted them.

"Practice your sword skills well. I am half a master. Don't let our family's reputation fall."

After saying that, Yue Ling tightened the reins and galloped out, her red shirt fluttering.

A white horse with a silver saddle, racing like a shooting star.

She is truly a resolute and resolute female hero.

Zhang Jiuyang stood at the door and watched them go away until they were no longer visible.

There was a slight melancholy of parting in his heart. Yue Ling and the other two were his few friends in this world, but they had just gotten to know each other and were about to face separation.

Now that the danger is gone, he can only give his blessing silently.

"Brother Ninth, the ghost village is so dangerous, why do sister and the others still go there?"

Ah Li asked with her little face raised, very puzzled.

There was a hint of complexity in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. After a long time, he slowly said: "Because they are from Qintian Prison."

Qin Tianjian, whenever this name is mentioned, the childish Luo Ping will always show a hint of pride on his face, and the middle-aged, oily-faced Lao Gao will also be awe-inspiring and high-spirited.

No matter which world we are in, there are always people walking silently in the darkness.

…

Seven days later.

Zhang Jiuyang was practicing Liuhe swordsmanship hard in the courtyard. Because the weather was too hot, he simply took off his shirt, revealing his strong and smooth muscles. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined, as if he was cutting with a knife or an axe.

Sweat flows continuously, moistening the ground, and then dries up quickly.

His swordsmanship was much more refined than when he first learned it, and he improved rapidly. The ghost-slaying sword flashed a cold light in the air, which was quite methodical.

These days, in addition to practicing magic, he devoted almost all his energy to practicing swordsmanship. He even practiced swordsmanship in his dreams at night.

Even when eating, he would use chopsticks to make a few gestures, as if he was obsessed.

But it was with such concentration that his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and he had a bit of momentum.

From the scorching noon to the sunset at dusk, and then to the starry night with a cool breeze, Zhang Jiuyang finally stopped the sword in his hand.

"Brother Jiu, it's time to eat~"

Practicing martial arts consumes the most blood and qi, so A Li would bring him medicinal food on time, such as ginseng stewed black chicken, deer antler and herb soup, and stewed duck with Polygonatum...

Zhang Jiuyang would not let go of even the bones every time, chewing them up and swallowing them all into his stomach.

After eating and drinking, he returned to the house exhausted, hung the Demon Slayer Sword on the wall next to him, and prepared to go to sleep.

However, there was an unknown desire in his lower abdomen, which kept tempting him in the dead of night.

As the Hundred Days' Gate continued to accumulate, his mana increased, but his lust also grew stronger. Sometimes he had to take several cold showers a day to suppress the heat.

The night was the hardest.

Zhang Jiuyang could only force himself to use the Sun Crow Moon Rabbit Diagram to refine his essence and transform it into Qi. After an unknown amount of time, his thinking gradually became dull, and his breathing became more and more steady and long.

He slowly fell asleep.

But this night was not peaceful.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to wake up, but his body felt heavy and tired, and his eyelids could not be opened. He could clearly sense everything around him, and even hear the cicadas outside, but he could not move.

It seemed that something was pressing on him!