Chapter 16
"Fuck."
Hearing this, Feng Jueyu's scalp went numb and he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted: "Fuck, is there a ghost?"
"You're the fucking ghost." the voice added.
Following the direction of the sound, a short, middle-aged man wearing a tattered linen cotton jacket walked out, holding a used oil lamp in his hand.
The charity cemetery was a place where no one came. Moreover, it was late at night and the light was dim. Suddenly, someone came out with an oil lamp, and a green, eerie ghost face was revealed. How could it not be scary?
Fortunately, Feng Jueyu was a killer in his previous life and had seen countless dead people, otherwise he would have been scared to death long ago.
I mustered up my courage, stretched my neck, and looked in the direction of the sound in the dim light: "Damn, it's a ghost."
Under the statue in the main hall, the old man's face that looked like a human was revealed. This old man looked extremely strange, with a big head on a thin neck like a bamboo pole, and only one, two, three, four... a total of six hairs on his head, and two of them were white. Two green bean-sized eyes shone coldly, with a small nose and a big mouth. There was a black mole the size of a baby's fist on the left side of his chin, and a tuft of black hair grew vigorously on the black mole.
With this face, who would believe that he is not a ghost? No wonder the experienced killer Feng Da was so shocked.
However, Feng Da the killer was sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost, but a real person, but his appearance... he couldn't say much about it.
If it's a human, then there's nothing to be afraid of. Feng Jueyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He then pinched his waist and pointed at the old man and cursed, "Old man, don't scare people like this. Don't you know that scaring people can kill them?"
Before the old man could say anything, Feng Jueyu started to criticize him. He was stunned for a moment, then he cursed back: "You fucking bastard, you came to my land, and I haven't scolded you yet, but you started to scold me? Tell me, who are you, and what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"What do you care about me?" The killer Feng Da glared at him and said, "Who are you and what are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night?"
"Huh?" The green-faced old man was stunned and angrily cursed, "Who am I? I'm the fucking manager here, in charge of the corpses. What about you? Tell me now, or I'll report you to the police and put you in jail."
"I..." Feng Da Killer paused, cold sweat broke out, it seemed that he really ran into someone else's territory. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. But then he thought, I didn't steal or rob, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. So he straightened his back and answered: "I came to borrow something?"
The old man laughed angrily while holding the oil lamp: "Damn it, I've lived for a long time, but this is the first time I heard of someone going to the place where the dead are to borrow things? Are you borrowing or stealing? Come on, tell me, what do you want to borrow?"
As the old man spoke, he walked towards Feng Jueyu slowly, carrying the oil lamp.
"What's it to you?" Feng Jueyu curled his lips. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and was about to leave.
But just as he turned around, a cold wind blew from behind him, penetrating his back in the blink of an eye and making his skin feel cold.
In a flash, the old man stood in front of Feng Jueyu in a mysterious manner, blocking his way.
"Master?" Feng Jueyu's heart sank subconsciously. What the hell was this? A corpse guard had such a fast body movement?
How could Feng Jueyu, who had been walking on the edge of a knife for many years, not see that the old man had martial arts skills? Not to mention the pale white light that was gradually lighting up the old man's body, his body movements alone were not something that ordinary people could perform. When Feng Jueyu saw it, he couldn't help but be amazed.
"I didn't expect he was a martial artist?" Feng Jueyu snorted coldly.
There are seven realms in martial arts: purple, white, gold, blue, orange, blue-green, and white represents the true martial realm. Although Feng Jueyu is only at the virtual martial realm, he has a lot of combat experience. The memories he brought from his previous life are full of more than ten years of assassination experience. When it comes to fighting, how could the evil emperor Feng Jue be afraid?
Good job. With a low shout, Feng Jueyu did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his right foot and stomped hard, and a solid thumping sound came from the ground.
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
Chapter 16
"Fuck."
Hearing this, Feng Jueyu's scalp went numb and he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted: "Fuck, is there a ghost?"
"You're the fucking ghost." the voice added.
Following the direction of the sound, a short, middle-aged man wearing a tattered linen cotton jacket walked out, holding a used oil lamp in his hand.
The charity cemetery was a place where no one came. Moreover, it was late at night and the light was dim. Suddenly, someone came out with an oil lamp, and a green, eerie ghost face was revealed. How could it not be scary?
Fortunately, Feng Jueyu was a killer in his previous life and had seen countless dead people, otherwise he would have been scared to death long ago.
I mustered up my courage, stretched my neck, and looked in the direction of the sound in the dim light: "Damn, it's a ghost."
Under the statue in the main hall, the old man's face that looked like a human was revealed. This old man looked extremely strange, with a big head on a thin neck like a bamboo pole, and only one, two, three, four... a total of six hairs on his head, and two of them were white. Two green bean-sized eyes shone coldly, with a small nose and a big mouth. There was a black mole the size of a baby's fist on the left side of his chin, and a tuft of black hair grew vigorously on the black mole.
With this face, who would believe that he is not a ghost? No wonder the experienced killer Feng Da was so shocked.
However, Feng Da the killer was sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost, but a real person, but his appearance... he couldn't say much about it.
If it's a human, then there's nothing to be afraid of. Feng Jueyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He then pinched his waist and pointed at the old man and cursed, "Old man, don't scare people like this. Don't you know that scaring people can kill them?"
Before the old man could say anything, Feng Jueyu started to criticize him. He was stunned for a moment, then he cursed back: "You fucking bastard, you came to my land, and I haven't scolded you yet, but you started to scold me? Tell me, who are you, and what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"What do you care about me?" The killer Feng Da glared at him and said, "Who are you and what are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night?"
"Huh?" The green-faced old man was stunned and angrily cursed, "Who am I? I'm the fucking manager here, in charge of the corpses. What about you? Tell me now, or I'll report you to the police and put you in jail."
"I..." Feng Da Killer paused, cold sweat broke out, it seemed that he really ran into someone else's territory. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. But then he thought, I didn't steal or rob, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. So he straightened his back and answered: "I came to borrow something?"
The old man laughed angrily while holding the oil lamp: "Damn it, I've lived for a long time, but this is the first time I heard of someone going to the place where the dead are to borrow things? Are you borrowing or stealing? Come on, tell me, what do you want to borrow?"
As the old man spoke, he walked towards Feng Jueyu slowly, carrying the oil lamp.
"What's it to you?" Feng Jueyu curled his lips. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and was about to leave.
But just as he turned around, a cold wind blew from behind him, penetrating his back in the blink of an eye and making his skin feel cold.
In a flash, the old man stood in front of Feng Jueyu in a mysterious manner, blocking his way.
"Master?" Feng Jueyu's heart sank subconsciously. What the hell was this? A corpse guard had such a fast body movement?
How could Feng Jueyu, who had been walking on the edge of a knife for many years, not see that the old man had martial arts skills? Not to mention the pale white light that was gradually lighting up the old man's body, his body movements alone were not something that ordinary people could perform. When Feng Jueyu saw it, he couldn't help but be amazed.
"I didn't expect he was a martial artist?" Feng Jueyu snorted coldly.
There are seven realms in martial arts: purple, white, gold, blue, orange, blue-green, and white represents the true martial realm. Although Feng Jueyu is only at the virtual martial realm, he has a lot of combat experience. The memories he brought from his previous life are full of more than ten years of assassination experience. When it comes to fighting, how could the evil emperor Feng Jue be afraid?
Good job. With a low shout, Feng Jueyu did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his right foot and stomped hard, and a solid thumping sound came from the ground.
"Fuck."
Hearing this, Feng Jueyu's scalp went numb and he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted: "Fuck, is there a ghost?"
"You're the fucking ghost." the voice added.
Following the direction of the sound, a short, middle-aged man wearing a tattered linen cotton jacket walked out, holding a used oil lamp in his hand.
The charity cemetery was a place where no one came. Moreover, it was late at night and the light was dim. Suddenly, someone came out with an oil lamp, and a green, eerie ghost face was revealed. How could it not be scary?
Fortunately, Feng Jueyu was a killer in his previous life and had seen countless dead people, otherwise he would have been scared to death long ago.
I mustered up my courage, stretched my neck, and looked in the direction of the sound in the dim light: "Damn, it's a ghost."
Under the statue in the main hall, the old man's face that looked like a human was revealed. This old man looked extremely strange, with a big head on a thin neck like a bamboo pole, and only one, two, three, four... a total of six hairs on his head, and two of them were white. Two green bean-sized eyes shone coldly, with a small nose and a big mouth. There was a black mole the size of a baby's fist on the left side of his chin, and a tuft of black hair grew vigorously on the black mole.
With this face, who would believe that he is not a ghost? No wonder the experienced killer Feng Da was so shocked.
However, Feng Da the killer was sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost, but a real person, but his appearance... he couldn't say much about it.
If it's a human, then there's nothing to be afraid of. Feng Jueyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He then pinched his waist and pointed at the old man and cursed, "Old man, don't scare people like this. Don't you know that scaring people can kill them?"
Before the old man could say anything, Feng Jueyu started to criticize him. He was stunned for a moment, then he cursed back: "You fucking bastard, you came to my land, and I haven't scolded you yet, but you started to scold me? Tell me, who are you, and what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"What do you care about me?" The killer Feng Da glared at him and said, "Who are you and what are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night?"
"Huh?" The green-faced old man was stunned and angrily cursed, "Who am I? I'm the fucking manager here, in charge of the corpses. What about you? Tell me now, or I'll report you to the police and put you in jail."
"I..." Feng Da Killer paused, cold sweat broke out, it seemed that he really ran into someone else's territory. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. But then he thought, I didn't steal or rob, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. So he straightened his back and answered: "I came to borrow something?"
The old man laughed angrily while holding the oil lamp: "Damn it, I've lived for a long time, but this is the first time I heard of someone going to the place where the dead are to borrow things? Are you borrowing or stealing? Come on, tell me, what do you want to borrow?"
As the old man spoke, he walked towards Feng Jueyu slowly, carrying the oil lamp.
"What's it to you?" Feng Jueyu curled his lips. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and was about to leave.
But just as he turned around, a cold wind blew from behind him, penetrating his back in the blink of an eye and making his skin feel cold.
In a flash, the old man stood in front of Feng Jueyu in a mysterious manner, blocking his way.
"Master?" Feng Jueyu's heart sank subconsciously. What the hell was this? A corpse guard had such a fast body movement?
How could Feng Jueyu, who had been walking on the edge of a knife for many years, not see that the old man had martial arts skills? Not to mention the pale white light that was gradually lighting up the old man's body, his body movements alone were not something that ordinary people could perform. When Feng Jueyu saw it, he couldn't help but be amazed.
"I didn't expect he was a martial artist?" Feng Jueyu snorted coldly.
There are seven realms in martial arts: purple, white, gold, blue, orange, blue-green, and white represents the true martial realm. Although Feng Jueyu is only at the virtual martial realm, he has a lot of combat experience. The memories he brought from his previous life are full of more than ten years of assassination experience. When it comes to fighting, how could the evil emperor Feng Jue be afraid?
Good job. With a low shout, Feng Jueyu did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his right foot and stomped hard, and a solid thumping sound came from the ground.