Youxianguan, everything starts from the end of the end of Dharma

Although things about ghosts and gods are said to have existed since ancient times, from a modern perspective, most of them can only be seen in some literature, legends and the like. How much do you believe it?

, in fact, that’s what happened.

Even if someone is categorically convinced that ghosts and gods really exist, if they have actually seen or come into contact with them, there probably won’t be many good people who would truly believe them.

After all, the education that people have received for a long time has been materialism and atheism. Although religious beliefs can be free, superstitious things must always be overthrown and destroyed.

Just like Wu Qi, he is actually no stranger to the existence of these gods and ghosts. Not only does he often hear the old man at home talking about this matter, he also tells many mysterious past events he encountered in the past as stories.

Tell him, and even the volume "Iron Palm Tells the Truth" passed down from his family contains many things that are puzzling and mysterious to him.

But knowing it does not mean believing it! The ghosts and monsters in written records and oral stories are, after all, too far away from reality. Unless one day he can see them with his own eyes and really come into contact with them, then he will

Naturally, there will be no doubt in my heart.

So, this day came quickly on the first night when Wu Qi arrived in Wucheng.

Seeing the black energy rushing forward, passing through the two low chairs he kicked up, and instantly turning into countless sawdust and ice, Wu Qi still couldn't believe that what he encountered was

The legendary ghostly thing, but it also understands that the power of this black energy should not be underestimated.

Even if it looks like just a ball of air, if this thing really hits you head-on, I'm afraid my body won't be able to withstand it!

The key is that his understanding of this thing is only based on stories and rumors. Now that he has seen it for the first time in his life, no matter how good his martial arts is, he still has to be tied up and doesn't know where to start.
At this time, the yurt was already filled with cold air, as if the dog days of midsummer had suddenly passed through nine cold days. The black air stared closely at Wu Qi and refused to let go. It just smashed two chairs and castrated him.

But it still remained unabated. Chasing behind Wu Qi, it was like a dark cloud rolling in, occupying most of the space inside the tent in an instant.

A biting chill spread, Wu Qi's body suddenly fell down, and there was a strange sound of "Woo!", and the black air flew past his back. Although it did not really touch his skin, the cold air was there.

The breath is like maggots on the tarsal bones, staining the clothes and entering the body.

A layer of clothes separated him, causing his entire back to lose consciousness almost all of a sudden. Faced with this weirdness that could not be explained by any common sense, even a person like Wu Qi, who had practiced kung fu for more than ten years, suddenly felt

I have no idea.

You can only passively dodge and avoid over and over again!

However, after several consecutive pounces, Wu Qi was unable to be defeated. This black energy seemed to have sensed the opponent's difficulty. Therefore, after pounced in the empty space this time, it did not behave like before.

Same, let’s continue the pursuit immediately.

On the contrary, he turned in the air and faced Wu Qi's direction, and paused slightly. In the black air, it seemed that there was a small and vague figure staring at Wu Qi, looking at him carefully.

But at this moment, Wu Qi, with quick eyesight and quick hands, actually pulled down a thangka that looked like a mural hanging on the tent next to him with a flick of his hand. Then the other person rushed forward, and it was more than half the size of a quilt.

A thangka suddenly fell out of the air like a fishing net thrown by him, and the guy wrapped the black air inside.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up most of the bottle of high-strength liquor that Ma Qianjun had drunk before. When he put his hands together, the bottle immediately shattered into pieces, and all the wine inside was poured onto the thangka.
The next moment, the fire burst into flames!

Ma Qianjun's habit of drinking and smoking is not all bad. At least in this case, it also provided Wu Qi with enough convenience.

A collector's edition zippo lighter, half a bottle of high-strength white wine that suffocated a donkey, and a pair of Mongolian thangkas wrapped with horsehair. When these three things were put together and burned, the flames burned completely in the blink of an eye.

Get up.

It is said that fire is the blazing sun, and ghosts are the yin. So what happens when the two come together?

Wu Qi instinctively used the fire attack, but the black air seemed to be angered. The cold air in the sky suddenly retreated inward, and then the burning thangka suddenly extinguished the fire.

Just like a candle in the wind, the black air rushed out, woo! woo! With a strange cry, the huge thangka mural was instantly extinguished, frozen, and broken into countless tiny particles.

"Damn, I've only been out for a few minutes. What's going on here, Big Bear?"

The black energy was flying and changing, like a hungry wolf hunting, and it only identified Wu Qi, seemingly just to kill him. Wu Qi was darting around in the tent, using all his tricks, but no matter how he avoided it,

This mass of black energy follows closely behind, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

No matter what obstacles are there along the way, just jump up and everything will be frozen, as if everything is frozen, which is really scary!

But at this moment, Ma Qianjun, who had just gone out not long ago, suddenly turned back halfway for some reason! He was still outside the tent, and he heard his yelling from a distance.

"Ma Qianjun, don't come here! There are monsters here..."

Wu Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shouted, telling Ma Qianjun not to enter the tent. But Ma Qianjun was always very curious, and he drank a lot of wine today. He was so excited that he couldn't listen.

His advice.

At that moment, the more Wu Qi told him not to go there, the more he moved closer to take a look. As a result, when he reached the door and looked in, he saw a ball of black air flying in the sky, chasing Wu Qi.

Running, extremely thrilling.

"Let me go, what is this?"

Ma Qianjun blinked, as if his eyes were blurry.

"Why don't you leave quickly..."

Ma Qianjun's sudden appearance must have attracted the attention of the black energy. Fortunately, Wu Qi saw the opportunity quickly. As soon as he realized something was not going well, he immediately jumped up, rushed to the door, hugged Ma Qianjun, and immediately came to the spot.

Turn, just at the critical moment, the black energy rushed out again.

"Oh, I remembered, this is a ghost! How is it possible, ghost, how could such a thing appear in Wucheng?"

Ma Qianjun rolled on the ground and saw the black air behind him rushing out. Wherever he passed, the grass on the ground was instantly covered with a thin layer of black ice. It was better that he didn't look at it.

I woke up immediately after drinking.

"What ghost?"

He never expected that Ma Qianjun would recognize what this thing was, and he couldn't help but be surprised and happy at the same time.

However, at this moment, it was obviously too late for him to listen to Ma Qianjun's answer, because the speed of the black energy was so fast that even if he missed the target and turned around again, he would not have any time to think about anything else.

Something.

Therefore, Wu Qi didn't have time to think about it, and immediately rolled over and jumped in front of the stove outside the tent where the whole sheep was roasting. He picked up the big iron hook for hanging the sheep, turned around and swung it, and a loud roar broke through the air.

, just hit the black air behind him.

Originally, he thought that black energy was just a mass of energy, a tangible substance. Swinging out the iron hook was just Wu Qi's helpless move. So when he whipped it out with a hook, his man had already turned over and passed one meter in front of him.

What a tall stove.

Then, he landed with both feet on the ground, and was about to change direction again to prevent the black energy behind him from chasing him in a straight line, when he heard a crisp sound from behind, like gold and iron intersecting, followed by a piercing scream.

, and quickly looked back.

He saw the black air swaying on the spot, and was knocked to the ground by his hook just now. After a few rolling bounces, it was like a drunkard, but for a while it couldn't even fly.

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"Hey! What's going on? Where did I hit you just now?"

Wu Qi was surprised and wanted to turn around and hit it hard a few more times, but at this moment, Ma Qianjun, who was so frightened that he was sweating all over, jumped on his car.

The electric tour bus that came back.

"Come on, Big Bear. This thing is a man-controlled evil that cannot be resisted by human beings..."

When Wu Qi heard this, he hurriedly took three steps at a time and then jumped onto the tour bus.

"Are you okay?"

Pressing the accelerator to the bottom, Ma Qianjun drove his electric car crazily toward the Liuhua River while turning to look at Wu Qi.

Seeing that his clothes were torn to pieces, his back was covered in bruises, and there was no blood at all, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's okay. I was rubbed on the back by this thing in the tent just now."

Wu Qi sat in the passenger seat and breathed out a sigh of relief. When he looked back, he saw that the black air had subsided after a while, and had already staggered into the air again.

Wu Qi used all his strength just now, and he didn't know where to hit it. It seemed to have done a lot of damage to him, but in the end he still failed to kill him with one blow, and was finally slowed down by it.