The Strongest Player Who Descended From the Wilderness

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"Who are you?"

After the evil cultivator was injected with a ray of energy essence by Ye Chen, he couldn't live and die, and he looked extremely painful.

He stared at Ye Chen and Hou Tu fiercely: "No matter who you two are, if you dare to provoke our Ghost Spirit Sect, you are dead!"

Ye Chen said with great interest: "Originally I planned to use torture to extract a confession, but I didn't expect you to do it yourself. Why don't you tell me, what is the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

As if realizing that he had spilled the beans, the evil cultivator kept silent and just stared at Ye Chen fiercely.

Hou Tu was not interested in the interrogation. She knew that as long as this evil cultivator fell into Ye Chen's hands, no matter how tough his mouth was, he would definitely confess.

Hou Tu turned around and walked towards the interior of the tribe.

At this time, the elders of the tribe were directing the young people to put out fires and treat the wounded.

From time to time, bursts of extremely suppressed and extremely sad cries could be heard in the tribe.

The elder of this tribe burst into tears of gratitude and said to Hou Tu: "Thank you two adults for taking action in time, otherwise our tribe would have been completely destroyed."

Hou Tu waved his hand gently and said: "No need to be polite. It is not easy for your tribe to be able to resist such an evil sect master until now. Let me take a look at the injured."

Behind the old man, there were more than a dozen injured people lying in various directions.

They were all injured by the evil cultivator's vicious tricks and looked extremely painful.

Their wounds had festered and emitted an extremely fishy smell.

Hou Tu gently waved his hand, and a green brilliance fell on the bodies of these injured people like a drizzle.

Almost in an instant, the black evil energy attached to the body melted away like the first snow under the scorching sun, and the wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The seriously injured person who was dying also began to get up and move his body.

"This is simply a miracle!"

When the old patriarch of the tribe saw this magical scene, he burst into tears with excitement.

Without Hou Tu's treatment just now, these young men in the tribe might not have survived.

The rescued Wu clan youths also knelt down gratefully to Hou Tu and thanked him for winning streak.

Hou Tu waved his hand slightly: "Everyone, please get up. We are all from the witch clan and should help each other."

At this moment, a little boy with a tough head and a face full of tears rushed out.

He knelt down in front of Hou Tu with a thud, kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and his forehead instantly turned red.

Hou Tu waved his hand and the little boy stood up automatically.

Hou Tu asked: "Little guy, what's wrong with you?"

The little boy wiped his tears with his sleeve and said anxiously: "Sister, you are so capable. Please save my father. He is lying motionless now."

Hou Tu said warmly: "Don't worry, take me over to see where your father is."

The little boy immediately nodded heavily, and then trotted ahead to lead the way.

The old patriarch looked at this scene, opening his mouth to speak but stopping, there was also a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Everyone also followed.

The little boy trotted all the way and came to a collapsed wall. The place was already in ruins.

Among the ruins, there was a man covered in blood lying.

Hou Tu glanced at it, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The man's body was stiff and his face was gray. He was obviously dead!

Hou Tu couldn't bear to look into the little boy's hopeful eyes. She stretched out a hand and once again shed green light, searching for the man's true spirit in the air.

There were more and more people around, and almost all the tribe members gathered here.

They watched eagerly, hoping to see a miracle happen.

Hou Tu closed his eyes and felt everything around him.

However, the middle-aged man's soul had long since disappeared.

Even if it hadn't been swallowed up by the evil cultivator just now, after such a long time, I'm afraid it would have dissipated between heaven and earth.

Houtu opened his eyes and shook his head towards the little boy.

Although they had already guessed the answer, the people in the tribe still sighed.

The little boy even screamed, fell on the man and cried.

Hou Tu looked at the little boy who was crying hysterically, always wanting to do something, but he didn't know what to do.

At this time, Ye Chen came to Hou Tu, patted his shoulder and said, "You don't need to blame yourself, you have done a good job."

Hou Tu shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel a little pity. Do you have an answer?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly: "Is there any answer I can't find in my hand?"

Hou Tu nodded: "Then let's go and find the evil cultivator's lair. I want to avenge the villagers of these two villages."

Ye Chen turned around and said to the old patriarch: "Old man, your village is in dilapidated condition. I suggest you move to a place closer to a big city, where it will be safer!"

The old patriarch nodded in various ways and said: "Thank you for reminding me, sir, we have this idea and we can't stay here any longer."

At this moment, the little boy chased after him with his right eye red: "Brother, are you leaving? Can I ask you to avenge my father!"

Ye Chen knelt down and said to him: "Don't worry, we are going here this time to destroy the evil cultivator's lair and not let them destroy our home again."

Then Ye Chen and Hou Tu left through the air.

As for the evil cultivator Ye Chen interrogated, he had long been torn into pieces by the angry villagers.

While flying, Hou Tu suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Chen and asked: "Do you feel that in this ancient continent, the way of heaven is still incomplete?"

Ye Chen's heart moved and he asked in cooperation: "Why do you say such things? Are you feeling something?"

Hou Tu shook his head in confusion: "I have always believed that since everything has an origin, then everything should also have its own destination. After a person dies, the true spirit should also have its place to go, rather than drifting into the world. He was arrested by those damn evil cultivators to practice martial arts."

Ye Chen sighed slightly: "When you said that, I really thought what was going on, but this matter requires our joint efforts."

Ye Chen said to Hou Tu by the way: "The place we are going to this time is very far away. According to what the evil cultivator told us, his home base is called the Ghost Spirit Sect. The Ghost Spirit Sect is full of evil cultivators who do everything possible. What they like most is to capture souls for cultivation, and this time the two of us may have to do justice to God."

A cold light flashed in Hou Tu's eyes: "All evil cultivators who capture the true spirit cultivators should be killed."

Ye Chen understood that Hou Tu was really angry.

Ye Chen pointed at the endless mountains ahead and said: "The Ghost Spirit Sect is hiding in it. You stay back and I will force them all out!"