The witch pointed her hand and rushed towards her with a black fog. Many hideous and painful faces could be seen in the fog.

This is the witch's trump card, called "Ghost Fog". It gathers a strong yin and resentment. She usually keeps it in an urn, buried in the ground to absorb yin energy, and will not be used until critically. Moreover, this ghost fog has no wisdom, only resentment, which is extremely difficult to control, and will backfire if you are not careful.

Today, when Li Qingshan came in a fierce manner, he hurriedly opened it, but the power of this ghost fog was also extraordinary. Ordinary creatures were immediately killed by this ghost fog and were unaware of the situation. The most sinister thing is that this ghost fog is just as between reality and reality, and ordinary people cannot see it at all.

If Li Qingshan had not opened his eyes, he would have thought that the effect of hard practice these days had appeared. His body turned away, avoiding the ghost fog, and rushed straight towards the witch.

The witch didn't expect that Li Qingshan could see the ghost fog, and immediately panicked and quickly shook a copper bell: "Xiao An Xiao An! Come out for grandma and kill him!"

The child named "Xiao An" squatted in the corner, his face full of pain, but he held his head and did not move.

At that time, Li Qingshan used the "Niu Mo to step on the ground" and stepped heavily on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, flying up and slashing it with one knife.

A cold light suddenly appeared and blood splattered everywhere. The witch grabbed the copper bell's thin hand, which was as thin as a chicken's feet, and was cut off by Li Qingshan at the wrist.

Before Li Qingshan could test the results of his sword, he felt the yin energy coming from behind him. When the ghost fog smelled the breath of a stranger, it was like a wild beast that smelled the smell of blood, driven by resentment.

Li Qingshan did not dare to stop and ran forward, but felt that the ghost fog did not catch up. Hearing a shrill scream behind him, he turned around and saw the ghost fog covering the witch, and his faces gnawed and bit her.

Even Li Qingshan did not expect this change.

It turned out that the witch lost control of the ghost fog in severe pain and was immediately retaliated.

There are injustices and debts.

The witch, the witch, finally reaped the fruit of her own, twisted her whole body, and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Qingshan felt relieved in his heart and laughed loudly.

There was a trace of compassion and sympathy in his heart, but he was suppressed by him because he felt shameful. When facing innocent children who suffered, he would sing and cry for a long time. But for such people who were inferior to animals, he would destroy all sympathy and laugh to the sky.

The courtyard wall outside the house was originally covered with people, looking into the house. The villagers became curious. The three rascals couldn't stop them at all. They could only let them do so, but they only occupied the best viewing seat at the main entrance.

Seeing Li Qingshan stepping into the door, he flew up and cut off the witch's hand, and then the witch fell to the ground and howled in pain. Amid the painful howling, Li Qingshan's laughter was as crazy as it scared everyone.

Many people were scared to fall from the wall, and the three wicked men fell to the ground with weak legs. When they remembered that they had ridiculed and scolded him, they felt extremely regretful. Such people were not something they could provoke.

Li Qingshan saw the ghost fog gradually dissipating, and once the resentment was released, it would be aborted. The witch lay on the ground, dying, and was not dead yet, but it was obviously not far from death. I guess what kind of martial arts she had practiced to support her.

The witch stretched out the only chicken feet left and looked at the child in the corner, as if begging and resentment, shouting: "Xiao An Xiao An!"

Xiao An looked at her in confusion and fear, and Li Qingshan said, "I'll give you a ride!" He inserted the thick-backed steel knife in his hand down.

Manager Liu and Village Chief Li came to the scene. Before they could shout "Save people under the knife, etc.", the witch died. They looked at each other and each burst into cold sweat. I remembered that the witch said the day before yesterday that Li Qingshan was in short order and that he had lost his life today.

I am even more fortunate that day, Li Qingshan was not forced to do that day, otherwise I would not be able to say what the result would be.

This is the second time Li Qingshan killed people. Compared to the first time he was panicked in the dark, this time in broad daylight, he seemed very calm and made great progress. Even he himself was a little surprised and thought: "Is it because of the "Bul Demon Power Fist" that I was aroused by the demonic nature in my heart, or is this my true face?"

In the modern society where the confusing and confusing life in the past, I don’t know how many people’s true nature cannot be relaxed, and they can only go with the flow and live in accordance with current affairs. Not to mention adults in their thirties or forties, even young people, they have no passion and great ambitions. They are just one of the many beings, no different from ordinary people.

The life and death changes that have passed through the cycle of reincarnation have aroused the heroic spirit in his heart. He refused to live his life mediocrely again, but was suppressed by the hard life in this small mountain village for fifteen years. He finally got this opportunity. Once the heroic spirit is released, he is really like a madman and will never restrain himself.

Li Qingshan curled his smile and turned around and said, "Don't panic, two, this old thief deserves his own fault, and you must be fair."

You go into broad daylight, break into a house and kill people, and you also want us to be fair. These words are only in the minds of the two, so naturally no one dares to say them.

Suddenly one day, he rushed out of the crowd and came to Li Qingshan. He knocked three heads and raised his head: "I killed the man, it has nothing to do with Erlang! This old witch caused my family to be destroyed. Xiao Mao, Dad avenged you!" After that, he cried and laughed. It was Li Fugui, the big stone that had been pressing on his chest for many years, suddenly moved away, and he felt that even if he died, he would be in peace.

No one in the village knew what happened to Li Fugui, and couldn't help but feel silent.

Only Manager Liu showed an awkward and fearful look. It was because Li Fugui encountered this incident and used alcohol to savage his worries to sell the fertile land in his family that he was able to become the famous "Liu Bancun". If Li Qingshan suspected that he colluded with the witch, wouldn't that be awful?

Li Qingshan said: "I do things one by one, so why don't you need to put the jar on it? Please follow me!" He greeted the three thugs and a few prestigious old men in the village to come to the witch's backyard together.

Li Qingshan turned around and nodded under the eaves. The others followed his gaze, but there was nothing. Xiao An was hiding in the shadow and pointed at a clearing.

With Li Qingshan's order, the three ruffians began to dig the ground. Under Li Qingshan's gaze, they all tried their best, not daring to be lazy at all. In a short while, they dug out a big pit and a bone.

Li Qingshan went down to collect the bones, looked back at the eaves, and ordered: "Continue to dig!" This was not Xiao An's bones.

Under Xiao An's guidance, Li Qingshan asked someone to dig a few more places, and then a few more white bones were dug out. Everyone around him looked horrified. Why were there so many corpses buried in the witch's backyard, and each one looked like a child's corpse.

Li Qingshan was also a little surprised, his face became heavier, knowing that this was the victim of the witch practicing evil magic. The resentment-filled ghost fog he saw must have come from this, and he only regretted that the old thief died so happily.

At this time, with a "ding" sound, it seemed like I had encountered something. I dug it carefully, but it was a porcelain altar, tightly sealed.

Without waiting for Li Qingshan to stop him, the three rascals rushed to open the porcelain jar. A small ball of black gas rushed out, and as if they were afraid of the sun, they penetrated into a rascal's mouth and nose.

The rookie was shocked and fell to the ground and fainted. In a short while, there was no sound.
Chapter completed!