Chapter 37: ?Hu Zhishui's evil shadow

　　 Hu Zhishui is dead.
　　The kind that doesn't look at you.
　　 But as soon as Hu Zhishui died, his smooth skin began to shrink rapidly, becoming like a century of dead wood, which was very shocking.
　　 "Does human skin maintain youthfulness?"
　　 Luo Hong sat down on the ground, the pain from the blood hole on his shoulder made him breathe in cold air constantly.
　　 To kill Hu Zhishui, Luo Hong was really forced.
　　 Xie Xiu, he did not expect to encounter Xie Xiu again.
　　A coincidence?
　　 Maybe... it's really a coincidence.
　　 Luo Hong's expression is complicated, Hu Zhishui is a wicked cultivator, I am afraid it will not be a day or two.
　　 He came to participate in this essay but it was a temporary intention, so it should be really a coincidence.
　　 However, Luo Hong didn't feel guilty in his heart, because Hu Zhishui was more than guilty of death, and this guy planned to kill him.
　　 raised his head, the blue and white building was extremely quiet.
　　 There is still rich and pungent blood in the air...
　　 The surrounding wine tables are messy. Many literati pokers fell asleep with Hu Zhishui’s sorcery. As for how to wake up, Luo Hong didn’t understand.
　　 There were about a dozen people who died. Some were killed by Hu Zhishui, and some were accidentally affected.
　　This battle is very dangerous. If Luo Hong's plan is slightly wrong, maybe it is him who is dead now.
　　 Hu Zhishui, the evil cultivation at the pinnacle of the Eighth Stage, if it weren't for the evil shadow of Di Shan, it would be useless to cultivate, otherwise it would not be easy to die.
　　 gasped for a while.
　　 Luo Hong suddenly stunned, his dantian capacity increased again, the human skin book absorbed Hu Zhishui's evil spirits, and opened up the dantian a circle.
　　 "Now, if you want to gather all the people in your pubic area, it will be more troublesome."
　　 Luo Hong has a headache.
　　 However, this is not the time to think about it.
　　嘭嘭嘭......
　　 There was a sound like smoke exploding.
　　The evil shadows of mortals that Luo Hong summoned temporarily at this moment turned into black mist and exploded.
　　 Their souls have been sublimated.
　　 "The evil shadows of mortals cannot be preserved forever, only the evil shadows of monks can be preserved..."
　　 Luo Hong suddenly.
　　 The evil shadow of Dishan can exist in his shadow, but these evil shadows of mortals cannot, because the mortal souls are too weak.
　　 Thinking of this, Luo Hong's gaze fell on Hu Zhishui's corpse whose neck was twisted and he couldn't look at him.
　　 "Eight-Rank Peak Evil Repair..."
　　 Luo Hong took a deep breath.
　　 This Hu Zhishui did a lot of evil and killed countless people. Luo Hong summoned his undead shadow, but there was not much psychological barrier.
　　 Thinking of this, Luo Hong slowly raised his palm.
　　 pointed at Hu Zhishui's body.
　　 hum...
　　 The evil spirit surging in the dantian immediately lost a lot...
"stand up."
　　 Luo Hong's deep voice lingered in the blue and white building.
　　 No sound.
　　 Nothing happened.
Failed.
　　 Luo Hong frowned slightly.
　　 Failure is normal, after all, it is a cross-grade call.
　　 However, failure is the mother of success, and Luo Hong intends to do it again.
"stand up!"
　　 Luo Hong raised his hand, and part of the evil spirit in his dantian disappeared again.
　　 A gloomy wind blew past, and the shadow of Hu Zhishui's corpse moved...
　　 But, nothing more.
　　Failed twice, and once again failed, it is impossible to summon Hu Zhishui's ghost shadow.
　　 Moreover, Luo Hong's evil spirit in the Dantian could not support his summoning.
　　 Luo Hong took out the bronze evil order, which was just promoted, and slammed the evil order on the ground.
　　 Luo Hong's mouth is slightly raised.
　　 Raised his hand and pointed it at Hu Zhishui’s corpse in a claw shape...
"stand up……"
　　 The low and deep voice was converted by the Bronze Evil Order and turned into the soft and waxy voice of Xiaodouhua.
　　 There was a gust of wind.
　　 Luo Hong felt that the evil spirit in his dantian was completely hollowed out in an instant...
　　 Hu Zhishui's shadow and corpse were cut apart, as if a pool of stagnant water was bubbling, and then a substantial black shadow floated up.
　　 It was a shadow like a wizard, wrapped in a black robe, holding a cane.
　　 hum...
　　The ghostly blue eyes lit up.
　　 The invisible aura pressure belonging to the Eighth Stage Peak Evil Cultivation spreads.
　　 "It succeeded."
　　 Luo Hong saw the evil shadow of Hu Zhishui who had successfully summoned, and he was speechless.
　　 "Why lick a dog? At the end, there is nothing left."
　　 Luo Hong shook his head.
　　 suddenly.
　　 The burly body of Dishan Xieying quietly walked to Hu Zhishui Xieying's side, violently violently, punched out.
　　 The evil shadow of Hu Zhishui was beaten on the ground with a dazed expression.
　　 The evil shadow of Dishan roared, and moved Hu Zhishui's evil shadow, and beat it left and right.
　　 Hu Zhishui Xieying desperately resisted, but in the end, he was beaten to admit defeat and recognized Di Shan Xieying as the boss...
　　 Di Shan Xie Ying was satisfied and raised his chin to Luo Hong as if showing off.
　　 Luo Hong looked like a fool, and dispersed the evil spirits, and the two evil shadows turned into black silk threads and merged into his shadow.
　　 just collected the bronze tokens.
　　 A stern roar exploded outside the Qinghualou.
　　 "My son!!!"
　　嘭!
　　 The closed door of Qinghualou was suddenly kicked open, and the door was torn apart.
　　 Outside the door, Zhao Donghan also had a group of onlookers who looked in curiously.
　　 Inside the blue and white building, blood is surging, floating...
　　 made many people utter unbelievable panic.
　　 Luo Hong sits among the corpses, his white shirt is stained with blood, but the positive yang energy on his body is like the brightest star in the night sky in this blood-filled blue and white building.
　　 "The son!"
　　 At a glance, Zhao Donghan saw Luo Hong who was out of vulgarity.
　　 Seeing that the son was not dead, he couldn't help but feel surprised, but he quickly reappeared in fear, he was negligent and came too late!
　　 But Zhao Donghan is more aggrieved and angry.
　　 The son can encounter evil in a brothel.
　　 How can there be such a coincidence? !
　　 Reminiscent of the things that Steward Chen said to him, Zhao Donghan understood it all at once. Someone must have done it deliberately!
　　Someone wants to kill the son!
　　 "It's okay, I'm fine."
　　 Luo Hong said with relief.
　　 He pointed to Hu Zhishui's corpse, "That is the evil repair that created evil, Hu Zhishui."
　　 Zhao Donghan was startled, Hu Zhishui... Xie Xiu?
　　 And the people watching the excitement around are also breathing air-conditioning.
　　Anping County's No. 1 Good Person, is it an evil cultivator? !
real or fake? !
　　 Many people cannot accept this fact. What is going on in this world?
　　 "It's no wonder that Master Hu is so good, but he dare not go to the imperial examination..."
　　 "Because he is an evil cultivator, the examination room for imperial examinations is a Confucianist school, surrounded by awe-inspiring righteousness~EbookFREE.me~ If he enters the examination room, he will be exposed!"
　　 "No wonder, Master Hu only invites some talented literati who have fallen short of Sun Shan when he holds a literary meeting. They don't have the awe-inspiring righteousness to protect the body, evil cultivation is true and cunning."
　　 The onlookers around the crowd rushed to analyze some unusual points.
　　 Luo Hong was also speechless.
　　 You are really clever ghosts.
　　 And Zhao Donghan looked solemn. Although Hu Zhishui was dead, the oppressive feeling exuded from his corpse made Zhao Donghan understand that Hu Zhishui's strength... is definitely not weak!
　　 "The evil repair of the eighth product peak..."
　　 Zhao Donghan's heart is shaken, how did the son kill him?
　　 Even if he met Hu Zhishui, if he didn't take the Blood Pill, it would be difficult to win.
How did 　　 Gongzi do it? !
　　 Luo Hong got up slowly, his white shirt stained with blood, because of the excessive consumption of evil qi, the positive yang energy on his body was as dazzling as a blazing sun.
　　 A gust of wind blew his hem, and set off a little chic, making Luo Hong look like a son on Mo Shang.
　　The people around are all attracted by Luo Hong's posture.
　　 Young Master Luohong...deserving of an example of justice in Anping County, he is really handsome.
Ok?
　　 Zhao Donghan's eyes shrank.
　　 looked at the blood hole on Luo Hong's shoulder.
　　 "My son, you are hurt!"
　　 Zhao Donghan's face was pale, and the scar on his face wriggled.
　　 In the next moment, he could not help but hugged Princess Luo Hong directly.
　　 Luo Hong needs to care about his image, but he struggled a bit. Zhao Donghan's fierce energy and blood made him struggle to no avail.
　　 can only accept the unlovable choice, and let Zhao Donghan rush towards Luofu with his arms.
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