I just want to practice horizontally - Chapter 30

[Chapter 30 The Thirtieth Deadline]

The north wind is like a knife, washing the earth.

The world is silent, and the souls of passers-by are broken.

Whoosh whoosh…

the whining wind swirled wildly.

In the courtyard, the dead peach trees creaked loudly as they struggled to straighten their bodies.

“Jiuyan.”

In the room, Jiang Wuye, who was in a calm mood, called out the Jiuyan modifier.

Jiang Wuye –

Martial Arts: The third level of the Strong Brutal Bear Kung Fu (cannot be upgraded), the

second level of Iron Cloth Shirt, the red copper body (cannot be upgraded),

the first level of Eight Evil Body Disasters, Transformation (cannot be upgraded),

Positive Energy: 28

The twenty-four points of positive energy have completely pushed the powerful barbarian bear skill to the level of Dacheng, which is a full six times that of the second level!

Jiang Wuye was not surprised by this.

A martial art is easy to learn, difficult to master, and even more difficult to achieve mastery.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious and mysterious level of will and soul.

Opportunity, opportunity, and understanding, if one of them is missing, no matter how much you practice, no matter how much you supplement the medicine, you will still be at a loss.

Even in the recorded prosperous martial arts era.

The vast majority of martial arts practitioners only practice one martial art until they are perfect, and then switch to more advanced techniques.

Very few people insist on practicing a martial art to perfection.

Very simple truth.

By the time you achieve great success, martial arts practitioners of the same level will have already surpassed you.

Leap level?

Level 1 Iron Sword versus Level 4 Six God Equipment.

Come on, show me the operation.

It is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the gain outweighs the loss.

And positive energy can perfectly eliminate these shortcomings, allowing Jiang Wuye to lay a solid foundation every step of the way. Even if it is doubled, he feels that it is worth the money.

Click –

the sound of branches breaking and swaying in the wind was heard outside the house.

Jiang Wuye came back to his senses, stood up and shook his head slightly as he looked at the mess in the room, but had no intention of cleaning it. He opened the old wardrobe and prepared to change his clothes.

Bang bang bang –

there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jiang Wuye’s movements were stagnant, his eyes were slightly closed, and he subconsciously began to observe the gods.

I felt a cooling sensation in my brain, and my brain tissue began to squirm and deform strangely.

next moment.

The invisible and qualityless consciousness quietly explores the house, the courtyard, and even the dirt road in front of the courtyard gate.

A blurry and thin figure stood in front of the courtyard gate, wiping away tears and crying:

“Xiaoye, are you up? Woohoo… come to the ancestral hall, Mr. Zhang hanged himself last night, hurry up!” The

urging voice fell, and the figure hurriedly came. Leave.

Mr. Zhang?

After regaining consciousness, Jiang Wuye frowned slightly. After a moment’s thought, a kind-faced, silver-haired old lady in her seventies came to mind.

Hang yourself in the ancestral hall!

“Ha…you really know how to play.”

Jiang Wuye looked gloomy and smiled coldly.

No need to think about who did it.

He just didn’t expect that the one who got into trouble would be Mr. Zhang, one of the three elders in the village.

The three elders can be said to be the spiritual pillars of the villagers in Qinghe Village, and their authority cannot be questioned.

Now…

this sky-supporting pillar has fallen down silently, and it is still in the ancestral hall that is like a holy land.

This kind of blow…

“Life is cheaper than an ant.”

Jiang Wuye sighed, his face full of self-mockery.

Even if he is stronger than he is now, so what?

It’s just a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river.

Not to mention the Qinghe villagers who are confused and unable to see a glimmer of hope.

boom!

After closing the closet door, Jiang Wuye changed his clothes with an expressionless face.

In order to avoid meeting the villagers and causing unnecessary trouble, he made a time lag and rushed to the ancestral hall after about ten minutes.

Along the way, it was windy, cold and rainy, and there was no one around.

Outside the ancestral hall, in the open space, the sound of crying and howling could be heard endlessly.

Jiang Wuye was hidden in a two-story building not far away, watching quietly through the window.

The firewood pile was set up again.

Torches, whirring.

Lying there was an old lady with purple-black complexion and bulging eyes. Her former kindness had turned into a ferocious one.

Yesterday, she shed tears for the deceased.

Today, the living send him off.

How ironic it is that ants live in vain, but people don’t know their fate.

“Come on, cough cough… don’t let Mr. Zhang catch the cold!”

Mr. Chen’s hand holding the cane kept shaking, and his tears kept falling like drops of water. He took a deep breath, raised his head and shouted to the surroundings, It seems like he wants to cry out all his reluctance and frustration.

“Grandma!”

“Mother!!”

The Zhang clan members, who were wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, shouted heartbreakingly at the fire, and the mentally ill woman even fainted.

However, no matter how reluctant they were to leave, the people on the pyre could never stand up.

Whoosh whoosh–

the blazing torch cut through the gloomy sky and fell into the woodpile.

For a moment, thick smoke rose and flames shot into the sky.

Um…that’s it?

There were loud cries in front of the fire, but Jiang Wuye’s heart skipped a beat in the small building.

Perception is released.

In the sea of consciousness, there are crowds of people, and the red flames are blazing in front. Among them, the cold human body is intact, and a red light that is difficult to detect with the naked eye lingers around it!

and.

A steady stream of black energy emerged from the earth and submerged into his body, helping the red light to grow stronger and stronger.

Feel carefully.

The unusual and strange lifeless aura on his body, but…

“Why me?! Why don’t they die?!”

“Mom, I’m so scared and cold, why don’t you come and stay with me?” “Die, die,

die! I You have been alone for half your life, and you have no one to grieve when you die… Why do you live well?! Let’s all die, all of them!”

Resentment!

The overwhelming resentment, chaos, and cruelty, I wish I could drag everyone around the world to be buried with them!

“Roar!!”

In the chaotic sea of consciousness, the powerful bear looked up to the sky and roared, crushing the resentment that climbed up at extremely fast speeds along with his perception.

Jiang Wuye’s brain went cold, he withdrew his senses, and looked at the burning fire below with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He thought of a legendary creature in his past life that could stop children from crying at night – Zombie!

After death, the resentment persists, turning into the living dead and eating all the relatives in life!

But now, all the resentment of those who died in vain in Qinghe Village has been attached to Mrs. Zhang.

What the result will be is self-evident.

“Fuck! It’s all the fault of that bastard vixen!”

Jiang Wuyue cut the fox demon’s heart into pieces.

This is not adding insult to injury, it is just adding fuel to the fire!

Do you want to…

His eyes were flickering, and Jiang Wuye had the urge to rush down, drag out Mrs. Zhang, dismantle her, and extinguish the flames.

“What do you think of this work? I put a lot of effort into it.

Um… Just a reminder, if you move it before it is fully formed. Hehe, resentment will burst out, then I will have more It’s a toy.”

Behind him, children’s laughter sounded without warning.

brush!

Jiang Wuye’s expression changed and he turned around sharply.

There was nothing in the dark room, like an auditory hallucination.

“Yes, that’s the expression, I’m so…”

Bang! !

The big hand like a leaf fan wrapped around the blazing Yang Qi, violently blasted the air, and smashed a fox statue floating behind him in the air. The Yang Qi enveloped it and was instantly crushed into powder.

“Yin Qi is transformed, positive energy +1.”

During the perception, there is no more Yin Qi in the room.

Jiang Wuye’s scarlet eyes receded, and he turned to look at the gradually extinguishing firewood in the field. His heart was filled with violence, but his face was as calm as water.

After a while, the fire dispersed and the smoke disappeared.

“How could this happen?!”

The voice of unbelievable fear finally sounded.

The crowd was in an uproar, frightened, and subconsciously backed away.

In ashes.

The ferocious-looking old lady Zhang’s face turned red as if reflected by the light. She lay quietly on the hot charcoal. Her hair, clothes, and body were not damaged at all.

“Mom! If you have any reluctance to let go, tell your children what you can’t let go of! Don’t embarrass everyone anymore.”

Mrs. Zhang’s son knelt in front of the fire and persuaded her with tears.

Beside them, people from the Zhang family knelt down and kowtowed.

After a while, there was no result.

“Hey Xiufen, you have been kind all your life, why did you do evil once before leaving?

Don’t blame me, this is all for your own good.

Bring me firewood! Burn it again!”

Mr. Chen recovered from his panic and roared through gritted teeth. Immediately, villagers who were also frightened hurriedly moved aside to move firewood.

This time, Mrs. Zhang’s body was tightly covered with firewood.

Hula la –

the fire rose, even brighter than before.

However…

half an hour later, Mrs. Zhang was unscathed, but her face became increasingly rosy, as if she was about to come back to life.

“Chen, Mr. Chen, look at my mother…”

This time, even Mrs. Zhang’s son was frightened. There was only fear in his heart, not grief.

Everyone has heard all kinds of strange stories.

His mother’s situation now coincides with certain stories.

He couldn’t stop trembling when he thought of those horrifying and weird things, and the horrific images kept reappearing in his mind.

“Conceal the corpse, first…”

Old Chen’s face was ugly. Naturally, he knew what Old Zhang’s son was worried about. After hesitating for a while, he finally sighed: “Oh, let’s bury the body in the ancestral hall. Your mother usually respects our ancestors the most. The ancestors are suppressing her, so even if…, she shouldn’t make any mistakes.”

(End of Chapter)