Chapter 19: Montenegro

"God world?"
Wu Mingyi’s face is ignorant and innocent, and naturally he will not be stupid enough to admit that he is prepared.
"How is it possible? The difficulty of the flood level is a medium-sized copy, but it is still a world where ghosts and ghosts exist..."
On the other hand, the face of Tu Yanghao has completely changed. Even the face of the cold-faced swordsman and the sarong woman next to Wu Ming is not very good-looking.
"Dare to ask this sister, is it difficult for the main task of the main shrine?"
Wu Ming approached the young woman and asked.
"Oh... Xiaolang Jun really can talk, my sister is called Shanlan, what about you?"
Obviously Wu Ming's skin is still pretty good, at least the attributes of congenital charm are quite high, it is difficult to make people feel resentful, and Shanlan laughs and swayes, but also adds a bit of feminine style.
"The younger brother is unknown!"
Since the other party has reported a nickname, Wu Ming is naturally good at it.
"The unknown brother is good!"
Shanlanhehe smiled: "Sister likes you so clever Xiaolangjun! Today will send you a message! The task of the main shrine, the most ridiculous grade, and then the flood level, according to past practice, should be just a small scene, The difficulty is also low, the enemy is at most innate, the outer level, the ghost scene is very rare... but now, it is obviously improving the difficulty..."
Having said that, even her face was full of sorrow.
‘It’s no wonder that before Tu Yanghao’s ambition, he’s now turned into a hot pot ant. It’s no wonder that fishing with a leisurely vacation and finally touching the great white shark is the feeling...’
Wu Ming was shocked by the heart: "This change...should not matter to me?"
He has a faint speculation, perhaps, because the jade he brought, complementing the part of the main shrine, makes the world more real, and the difficulty is increasing.
‘So... where is the purpose of the main shrine? It’s not going to be boring to play? ’
Wu Ming’s eyes have a flash of thought, but it’s a big voice:
You... At this time, the mission let us rush to Heitan County, but there is no time limit. Does this mean that there must be danger on this road? We have to go?"
"This statement is very reasonable!"
Tu Yanghao is saying: "Now... we have to work together!"
As soon as this statement came out, even Shanlan and the other cold-faced swordsman were somewhat moved. Wu Ming shook his head: "Good intentions, just to be alone in the next!"
Actually refused without hesitation!
Tu Yanghao heard this, but his face was suddenly gloomy.
"This friend..."
What does Tu Yanghao want to say, but there are trees and shadows around him, and the sound of sobbing is heard, and there are ghosts crying!
Hey!
In the early morning, the darkness and the heavy fog, the crying from all sides, can make people scalp and numb.
Even within that white fog, there was a dark shadow that was vaguely concealed.
"Lonely ghosts?!"
Wu Ming’s heart has a name, but he is not afraid.
After all, in the big Zhou world, this is also indispensable, and the real ghosts of the wild ghosts, at most, make some noises and sneaky, more masculine, filthy restraint, as long as they have not been to the devil, the evil spirits, it will not hinder the big event.
"Hey!"
At this time, among the newcomers who had just climbed up, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt and a literary quarterer, like a scholar, stood up and shouted at the ghosts: "Baitianhua, Lang Lang, and other ghosts, still not retreating?" !"
Oh!
His words are powerful, and there is a sound, but it seems to have an invisible force field expansion.
The ghost class encountered this, immediately as if the cold water encountered boiling oil, the body sizzled, screamed, disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh? I didn't expect to have a gentleman who was arrogant!"
Wu Ming is a bright eye.
This kind of ghosts, the martial arts burst into a burst of drink, and even ordinary people bite the tip of the tongue and blood, can also sneak back, but the effect will definitely not be such a gentleman!
Confucianism has a cloud: I am good at raising awesome!
This awe-inspiring spirit is the unique magical power of Confucianism! If it is to the stage of the Great Confucianism in the world, it is really a drink, even if the ghost king has to quit, even the demon who cultivated the sorcerer must be restless, magic power is greatly reduced!
Of course, this gentleman is still far from reaching this realm, but it is also considered to be righteous in the chest. Reading and reading the famous stream, going to the Da Zhou Imperial Examination, it is more than enough to test a child.
"This son..."
The slaughtering of Hao’s mouth, the next person immediately came forward, apparently pulling.
In any case, a Confucian scholar who cultivates awe-inspiring spirits is quite useful in this ghostly world.
"wrong……"
Wu Ming is suddenly scalp tight, and his back is numb: "How can there be a lonely ghost in a place? Isn't this kind of thing born out of life, is there a ghost, a land, a city, and other gods?" Still here... is it just a place?!"
"Look!"
Shanlan screamed, but in the fog, more and more virtual shadows emerged, all of them were pale and pale, and the ghosts and ghosts at the feet were nothing.
Even in the center of the ghost group, the fog of the mountains is thick, and there is still a black air that appears, making a strange smile.
"Ghost!"
Wu Ming muttered.
If the ghost of the wild ghost is equivalent to an ordinary person, then the ghost is at least the level of the elite warrior.
"Home... so much!"
Before that, the gentleman was also pale in his face. He knew that his own qigong and kungfu would be clear-minded and evil, and all evil spirits would not be able to get close, but the ghosts would be different! This ghost has yin, if it is not consumed, three or five can make it difficult for them to continue, and finally embraced.
It is the masculine of the military, and it is riddled with the devil. It is a serious illness, and it is possible to repeat it.
The fog of the mountains is getting thicker, and the steps of the ghosts are getting closer and closer.
"When you are surrounded, you must not have fear in your heart. I am so popular and united in one place. Under the public, the ghosts don't dare to commit crimes, and then rush out together!"
The slaughter of the slaughter, there is a majesty.
Wu Ming was silent and suddenly rushed into the fog.

Is this person a fool?

Shanlan and others looked at each other, but the scorpion gradually grew bigger.
Because Wu Ming went deep into the fog, the ghosts retreat and open, even the same black gas.
"The monk of the monk?! No, it is a ghost pill!"
Tu Yanghao was exclaimed, but there was some envy and regret in his tone.
With his own body, one but the ghost pill is not a natural thing, but every time the task comes down, is it specifically for this?
Should martial arts minds be promoted? Do you want to replenish the medicine? There are also items to prevent witchcraft, martial arts, and Taoism, and even to reserve the merits in case...
Basically, if you redeem it completely and specifically control the ghosts, it would be nice to have a few broken characters.
Where, like Wu Ming, knowing the specific information, and then targeting the exchange, the effect is naturally extraordinary.
"But... this newcomer, can you all change the special restraint of ghosts, so that you will lose money sooner or later!"
In the heart of Tu Yang’s heart, he sneered, and immediately put on the color of the righteousness, and quickly arranged the formation. The gentleman who is awesome is not allowed to be the first, then there are several people, Shanlan and the cold-faced swordsman are right and left. The scalp rushed into the fog.
......

It’s quite interesting too!

On the arm of Wu Ming, there was a sachet of ghost pills. Looking at a strip of gray-white, evasive wandering spirit, the deeper and deeper, the face was revealing the color of thought.
In the big week, the Yinshen system is complete, and people and ghosts are different, but there are not so many souls to give him a feast.
At this time, seeing the old and weak women's numb and pale face, I am afraid that the ordinary people will have long battles, and they want to escape.
"Ghost?"
Wu Ming looked at the black gas in front of him, but he was only a little jealous of the ghost pills on his body. He looked like a eager attempt, and could not help but smile, and took a long strip of cloth on his back.
Hey!
The mahogany swordsman with the copper color is in the hand, sneer, just straight up.
The mahogany sword can avoid the ghosts and spirits, plus the five peaks of his own flesh, almost have the innate four or five points of power, the sword shadow is a flash, even with a trace of Jianguang, dazzling.
"what!"
The ghost screamed, and the body was stabbed by the sword. The gray gas appeared, but it could not be aggregated.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding ghosts are retreating, and Wu Ming avoids it.
"Unfortunately... there is no merit point..."
Wu Ming took back the long sword and licked his mouth with a blank expression. He looked back and found that he had no idea how far the gang was.
"I don't know how many copies of the Black County County list?"
Wu Ming went straight to the road and found that after walking out of this thick fog, the mountain also showed a small path faintly, and then went down for half an hour, there were some people.
"It turned out that this road only went down..."
Wu Ming looked back and saw that the mountains were hidden in the fog, showing a huge black shadow, as if to devour the beast of the soul, could not help but sigh.
At this time, after going down the mountain, it was a dilapidated town.
The men and women who are not seen are mostly white-haired old people, and their faces are numb and dead.
However, seeing Wu Ming’s eyes, it seems to have seen a ghost.
"Guest is from Montenegro?"
Wu Ming has been walking to the center of the town, only to have an old man, trembled with a cane in front of him, the old face of the gully and violently looked at Wu Ming.
"Exactly... I don't know where this is? Where is Heitai County?"
Wu Mingzu asked.
"This place is the town of Heishui, out of town, and going east for another twenty miles, it is the county..."
The old man crossed his side and did not dare to accept Wu Ming’s ritual. He said: "Jun comes from Montenegro. I don’t think it’s the Heishan messenger. It’s a stranger with strange skills. How can I fold a little old man?"
"Montenegro?!"
Wu Ming looked at the sullen atmosphere behind him. It seems that he never sees the sky all the year round, but he is still in the mountains. The pupils are slightly shrunken: "It seems that this mountain is also the same as the Jedi in the local..."