Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 11 They Are All Sick

Wang He, who is at the first level of foundation building, doesn't know whether he is mentally ill.

But he felt that he must be a promising young man in the magic world.

A rising demon star.

Just when other colleagues in the demonic world were obsessed with human body refining, bloody sacrifices, and happy dual cultivation.

Wang He would shorten the time for dual cultivation and use the extra hour and a half every day for academic research.

For example, how to release blood evil magic out of the body.

He thought this Blood Evil Technique was really cool, and even though it was only a low-level technique, it was terrifyingly powerful.

The only drawback is that it consumes too much of your own blood, and the blood evil technique can only be released with your own blood.

Wang He couldn't figure out the key.

Why is it that this blood cannot be controlled once it leaves the body too far?

Why doesn't the blood evil technique react to other people's blood?

He had tried many methods before but was not very successful.

For example, capturing mortals as slaves and then making them learn blood magic.

When the battle begins, follow your own command and release the blood evil technique.

But the problem is that those people couldn't learn it, and those who did became his colleagues.

Wang He tried to make another Qianji prop.

During the battle, he was performing blood-killing magic while giving himself a boost of energy.

But the problem came again.

Wang He has completed the design of the drawings, achieving a perfect balance between size, material, lightness, and handsomeness.

But he lacks spirit stones.

Even if he removed the handsome tiger head designed on his chest, it wouldn't be enough.

Many materials for the Qianji props must be purchased from businesses or individual cultivators using spirit stones.

If you go to rob it yourself when you are only at the foundation building level, you will easily be killed.

As for looking for his boss, the Taoist Spirit Snake?
That old man is a rat in an oil gourd, always taking in and never giving out. Don't even think about borrowing money from him.

Moreover, the Taoist Spirit Snake often scolded him for this matter, teaching him to kill people well, practice dual cultivation well, and play with poison well.

Don't think about anything else.

Thinking too much will not make you progress.

There is no need to count on people of the same trade.

In order to train the wolf-like thinking of their disciples, various demonic sects have always adhered to the three no principles.

Regardless of food and accommodation, food and drink have to be snatched away.

Regardless of after-sales service, whether you go astray or become an immortal depends entirely on how strong your fate is.

Not helping fellow disciples and helping each other is a weak habit of the righteous path, while the evil path relies solely on oneself.

Therefore, the lonely Wang He could only focus on his job, killing and arson.

He thought hard for a long time and set his sights on a group of pigherds who were herding pigs.

There should be no difference between chicken blood and pig blood.

People have to eat pork anyway, but pork is not worth the pig farm sending monks to escort it.

So he used the trick of throwing shoes to randomly set a date for robbery this month, and then went to rob the pigs.

People are not killed. If they are all killed, there will be no one to send pigs to in the future.

However, his research has made great breakthroughs and is about to reach the stage of human trials.

The pig blood has been prepared, and this time we can tie up all the pig farmers and use them as experimental subjects.

"oi! What's that fat guy over there doing?"

After Wang He finished drinking the last gourd of pig's blood, he stood up and turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

He was a very sexy-looking man, that was the only way Wang He could describe him.

He was dressed in black, with red and black hair, holding a bone staff in his hand, and his body was covered with all kinds of odds and ends. Behind him were a few little ghosts holding bones and laughing.

It's a bit exaggerated, as if I'm a demon and you should kill me quickly.

Even more arrogant than his immediate superior, the Taoist Spirit Snake.

As for the people around Feng Saoguai, they all meet Wang He's standards for excellent colleagues in the magic world.

He has an ordinary face, ordinary clothes, a faint dark aura emanating from him, and he always looks like everyone owes him money.

There was a murderous aura in his silence, and it was obvious that he was a senior magician.

This is the role model for my generation of demons. As a senior, Wang He nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Zhang, do you think I'm okay? I just need to change into black clothes."

"Don't worry, look at that fat guy, he's already nodded, there must be no problem, you have to trust your own temperament."

Zhang Ze, who was dressed like the Skeleton Mage NPC, whispered to Lin Feng.

"When do we start?" Lin Feng asked.

"Don't worry, the fat guy will come over by himself." Zhang Ze kicked the kid who was out of line beside him.

However, Wang He was much more cautious, because he could not see the cultivation level of these two people clearly, he only felt that there was a cloud of mist around them.

In Zhang Ze's arms, a wooden sign was emitting a faint glow, covering Zhang Ze and Lin Feng and shielding their true cultivation level.

This is the treasure Zhang Ze stole from Elder Wang last night.

When Mr. Wang Buyu was traveling around the world to hunt down evildoers, this card played a crucial role.

"Which helm are you from, and whose subordinates are you?" Wang He decided to ask clearly.

"Blood Lion Helm, the deacon under the Soul Lion Ancestor, Lin Shan." Lin Feng casually said the name of the soul that died under his sword.

He casually showed off the Blood Lion Helm badge.

Wang He didn't comment much, but turned to Zhang Ze, "You."

"Guess?" Zhang Ze stuck out his tongue, licked his lips and laughed a perverted laugh.

Zhang Ze was aware that he did not have the natural demonic temperament that Lin Feng had, and he was afraid that he would not be able to pretend and suddenly laugh out loud.

Otherwise, why not just start laughing, and make your laugh a little more perverted.

Zhang Ze's perversion was very qualified, which reminded Wang He of the top few masters on the list of perverted killers in their Lingsheduo.

"I am the Spirit Snake Helm, Wang He.

The Blood Lion Rudder is seven hundred miles away from here, what are you two doing here?"

"Just strolling around." Lin Feng said lightly.

"Hehe, you fat guy, why are you so talkative? If someone doesn't know you, they would think you are a lackey of the Sword Sect."

Zhang Ze's smile became more and more perverted.

Wang He felt a little cold. This man's smile was really creepy.

Gotta stay away from him.

"Since you two have nothing to do, we'll meet again later. I still have things to do." Wang He bowed and slowly backed away from the two of them.

"Come back. It's just you who's asking us, and we haven't asked you yet." Zhang Ze slammed his bone stick, and the little ghosts around him screamed.

"What's the matter?"

"What do you want so much pig blood for, fat guy?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Wang He was very annoyed. What annoyed him most was that someone asked about this matter.

Because every time his fellow disciples insulted him, they always asked this question.

Every time Wang He returned to the Spirit Snake Helm with pig blood, everyone who saw him would look at him and smile.

Some even shouted, "Wang He, why are you so thin? Did you draw your own blood again?"

He never answered, but it was annoying all the same.

In order to avoid being disturbed by his fellow disciples, he has been away from the Spirit Snake Helm for more than half a month.

I just didn't expect to meet a madman from the Blood Lion Helm here asking the same question.

Continuing to tease Wang He with words, Zhang Ze mentally calculated the number of five ghosts he had summoned.

Excluding the five around him, there are a total of twenty-five, and thirty bombers are his limit.

Combined with Lin Feng's swordsmanship, first blast and then stab, it should be almost certain that he can capture this fat guy.

He secretly gestured to Lin Feng that he was ready to take action.

The first Five Ghosts exploded near Wang He's legs.

Wang He's expression suddenly changed. He shouted loudly and moved away in a flash.

Just when Zhang Ze and Lin Feng thought the surprise attack had failed and were preparing to launch a strong attack.

Wang He knelt down.

"Senior, teach me!"

"Ugh?"

(End of this chapter)