Although the scholar ghost never refused to appear again, Zheng Xiaoming was not in a hurry. At worst, it was just to earn merit!

If you don’t kill a ghost, you will have more or less merit.

Or as Zheng Xiaoming said, this is not killing ghosts at all, but helping them to be liberated.

After all, today's world is no longer a world where these ghosts can exist.

The cycle of disasters and the transformation of heaven. Just like the world of change, the vast ocean of the past has dried up now, and the fish and dragons in the sea have long been dehydrated and died. Only some shrimps are still breathing in some remaining small puddles and struggling in pain!

However, when Zheng Xiaoming thought about this, he suddenly felt that he was not doing well.

It's already miserable, why do I still have to kill me?

And according to human habits, shouldn’t this rare species that is about to extinction be built to build zoos or protected areas?

So Zheng Xiaoming immediately changed his approach, pulled out the Rende jade rice from the Fude back basket, turned into golden light and shot out, and grabbed all the hidden ghosts, tied them up, and stuffed them into the back basket.

Then Zheng Xiaoming was overjoyed: "God really has the virtue of being alive!"

Because he discovered that the merit given by ghosts caught with the benevolent jade rice was three or five times higher than that of killing directly.

Originally, killing an ordinary ghost may only have a trace of merit. But if you tie it away with benevolent rice, you will have three traces of merit!

Although it consumes some of the benevolent rice, it is used in the first place.

What's more, if these ghosts catch them back, they can become relatives of the Futian field. At least they can ask Wei Yuqi three questions, right?

He brought out a hundred genital jade rice this time, which could at least catch hundreds of ghosts and go back.

Now I started to capture ghosts slowly.

However, it doesn't matter if Zheng Xiaoming does this, but he immediately makes the ghost scholar very anxious.

It doesn't matter if those ghosts were killed by Zheng Xiaoming. Now that they are captured by Zheng Xiaoming, he can't stand it anymore.

The ghost scholar hiding in the dark gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that this time, we can only introduce this evil star to Xiayang City!"

Thinking of this in my heart, I deliberately appeared again to attract Zheng Xiaoming's attention.

However, Zheng Xiaoming seemed to have not seen it, and still caught ghosts on his own. The ghost scholar had no choice but to risk getting closer to Zheng Xiaoming.

Who knew that Zheng Xiaoming was very cunning. He just pretended not to be moved. At this moment, when he saw the ghost scholar approaching, a golden light shot out from his hand, trying to tie the ghost scholar up.

Fortunately, the ghost scholar reacted quickly enough and suddenly turned into a ray of black smoke. He retreated to see him avoid Rende Yudao. This time he was scared and dared not stay anymore and ran away to the distance.

When Zheng Xiaoming saw this ghost scholar, he really ran away this time, how could he give up? He hurriedly chased into the pine forest.

As for ancient sayings like Feng Lin Moru, Zheng Xiaoming has never heard of it, and he will not care about it even if he has heard of it.

However, the ghost scholar turned into black air and flew away very quickly. Zheng Xiaoming couldn't catch up with him at all and quickly lost him completely.

Zheng Xiaoming stopped in disappointment and cursed: "Grandma! This ghost scholar escaped quite quickly! Don't be met by me next time, otherwise I will capture you back to Futian sooner or later and clean up!"

He was disappointed and prepared to turn around and return to the mass grave, but found that he had lost his way in this vast pine forest.

Although Zheng Xiaoming was able to return directly through Futian, the Rende Yuji in his hand had not been used up yet, and he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Although Zheng Xiaoming has no obsessive-compulsive disorder, he always feels that he won’t catch all Rende Yudao this time. If he uses it all, he will feel uncomfortable.

So according to my memory, I groped and prepared to walk back to the mass grave.

But it is obvious that Zheng Xiaoming is not very accurate in both memory and feeling. The more he walks, he feels strangers around him, as if he has never been here before.

This time I was completely finished and lost!

Just when Zheng Xiaoming was about to give up treatment and returned to Futian, he saw a ball of light appearing swaying in the distance, coming in his direction.

Zheng Xiaoming was happy: "Is it that the mass grave is there?"

He quickly approached the past, although it was very dark. However, after Zheng Xiaoming approached, he quickly saw clearly that the fire was a lantern.

Real lantern! Not ghost fire lantern.

Because the orange-red warm flames emitted from the lantern.

Carrying the lantern was a big man named Angzang, with his open chest and thick hair. He wore a hat on his head and a big red peony flower.

A long distance, Zheng Xiaoming could feel the smell of alcohol emitted from the man. I don’t know how much wine he drank, but he was so excited that he hummed a little tune and lanterns, and walked on the path among the pine forest.

No matter how you look at this scene, you will feel weird!

"How can a living person appear in the virtual world? And it's such a strong man who is drunk and strong like a three-fist punch to kill a tiger!"

Of course, this kind of strength does not come from the muscles, how to say it? It is more like it comes from the qi and blood.

The powerful and surging qi and blood, mixed with alcohol, almost caused Zheng Xiaoming to get ten meters away.

Almost at the same time, the drunken and hazy eyes of the man Angzang suddenly became clear, and divine light shone in his eyes. He looked in the direction of Zheng Xiaoming in the pine forest and shouted: "He monsters and ghosts, you dare to peek at your Grandpa Wu, and take a blow!"

As he said this, a whistle stick on his waist jumped in his palm, and with the sound of an explosion, he instantly crossed seven or eight meters away, and had already arrived in front of Zheng Xiaoming.

Zheng Xiaoming's fierce aura was blown like a beast, and his nostrils were filled with strong wind mixed with alcohol and bloody smells.

Zheng Xiaoming was shocked and could not see or listen. He could only subconsciously block the way in the direction of the whistle stick in his memory.

He was not even sure whether he could block the whistle stick that was slashing. It was because Zheng Xiaoming was in a mess now and he was not sure whether his memory was right!

Then the whistling sound of the wind stopped the next moment, and a whistle stick stopped in front of Zheng Xiaoming's head, and was then taken back.

Obviously, Zheng Xiaoming's long sword did not block the other party's whistle stick. If the stick was really hit, Zheng Xiaoming's head would definitely explode like a watermelon!

Fortunately, the other party stopped halfway!

"Ha, it turns out that he is a living person! You said you don't walk well in the middle of the night and don't use lanterns when you walk. Why didn't you mean to scare people? I, Lao Wu, mistakenly said, "The big man said.

Zheng Xiaoming was shocked and came back to his senses from the terror of dying and dying. He looked coldly at the strong man who claimed to be Lao Wu and Grandpa Wu, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed a tiger?"
Chapter completed!