I Have a Luck Altar

  Chapter 100 Murder in the Night (seeking the first order!)

   "It can hit sheep."

  After Wang Ping finished listening, he silently picked up a chopstick, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered:

   "Suddenly it doesn't taste so bad."

  Chen Yuan smiled, as a man, as long as you add the word 'bumping sheep', you can eat anything with relish.

   "Wang Ping."

   "What's wrong, Brother Yuan?" Wang Ping responded with the black thing stuffed in his mouth.

   "Have you ever thought about leaving Ping'an County?"

   Chen Yuan asked.

  Wang Ping was taken aback:

   "Why did you leave? Isn't it good in Ping'an County?"

   After finishing speaking, Wang Ping paused:

   "Brother Yuan, do you want to leave?"

"What do you think?"

  Chen Yuan didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

   "I think hey, Brother Yuan, you'd better leave."

"How to say?"

   "Ping'an County is too small. It can accommodate ordinary people like me, but it definitely can't accommodate people with great ambitions like you. Going out is your best choice."

  Wang Ping said softly.

  He had already realized this. Probably, Wang Ping had already had this idea when Chen Yuan showed his strength and ascended to the position of head catcher.

  His father said that a man who can control his lower body is a ruthless man.

   Brother Yuan

  Wang Ping has been paying attention for a long time. Since he came back from his injuries, Brother Yuan has changed. He has become less enthusiastic about women. Instead, he has set his goals on martial arts and power.

  Chen Yuan looked at Wang Ping in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to answer.

   "The world is so big, if you don't go out, how can you meet the heroes of the world and aspire to the top of martial arts?"

   "It's a pity, my talent is too poor, otherwise it would be a good choice to follow you, Brother Yuan," Wang Ping laughed.

  Although he is greedy for money and lustful, he is a layman, but he is still very clear-headed, knowing that with his cultivation as a skin-forging warrior, not only will he not be able to help Brother Yuan, but it will only add to the chaos.

  Chen Yuan nodded, not surprised by Wang Ping's answer.

  Having been in touch for so long, he can be considered to have some understanding of Wang Ping.

  Know what kind of man he is.

  The atmosphere on the wine table was a bit dignified, Wang Ping smiled and said:

   "Brother Yuan, let's not talk about this anymore, even if you leave, you can't leave now, and you can enjoy yourself for a while."

   In Wang Ping's view, Chen Yuan will definitely leave if he leaves, but it should not be now, after all, he hasn't been a head arrester for long.

"Ha ha."

  Chen Yuan neither objected nor responded.

   "By the way, Brother Yuan, you can give me an idea."

   Wang Ping's eyes flickered, he looked around, and said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

   "Two days ago, my father helped me talk about marriage," Wang Ping said with a gloomy expression.

   "It's a good thing to talk about kissing. Why does that girl look so ugly?"

  No matter which world you are in, it depends on your appearance. If you look ugly, Wang Ping should be depressed.

   "It's not ugly, her family is very good, and she looks very beautiful, I like it, that's it"

  Wang Ping gritted his teeth and continued:

   "I just feel that she looks very cold. I have met a few times, and it seems that she is not very interested in me. Instead, my father came to propose marriage for me, and there was no objection or agreement."

   "Brother Yuan, tell me, what should I do now?"

   "If you are rejected, my family will not look good."

   After finishing speaking, Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan with hope, hoping that he could come up with an idea for himself.

Ever since Brother Yuan became the chief catcher, Wang Ping basically regarded him as the backbone, and asked him for advice on everything. Moreover, the most important thing was that Brother Yuan would say some things that made people feel inscrutable from time to time. if.

   "You don't like the pretty ones?" Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping and said.

   "Brother Yuan, stop making fun of me, give me an idea."

   "Really like it?"

   "I really like it!"

  Chen Yuan was silent for a moment and then said:

   "Women are like sand in your hands, understand?"

  Wang Ping was stunned and silent for a long time, he let out a sigh of relief, and said:

   "Brother Yuan, I understand."

   "What did you realize?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised, did Wang Ping become smarter? You can understand what is hidden in it.

  Wang Ping: "A woman is like sand, the tighter you hold it, the easier it will be lost. Brother Yuan, don't you mean to let me go?

   Thinking about it is right, the sand that can't be held, just blow it up! "

   "Brother Yuan, you are so chic, do you think so too?"

  Chen Yuan: "."

   Shaking his head slightly, Chen Yuan said:

   "You think too much, I mean, a woman is like sand, if you want to hold it, you have to touch her first, so you can hold it easily?"

  Wang Ping: "???"

  After coming out of the restaurant, Chen Yuan bid farewell to Wang Ping and walked towards home alone. At this moment, the sky was completely dark. Without the bright moonlight, ordinary people would not be able to see the road ahead clearly.

  All the streets are silent, except for the occasional clock rattle, there are no pedestrians at all.

  In this world without entertainment, ordinary people either take a break early, or they are engaged in another entertainment.

   "Shusha."

  Chen Yuan's footsteps were on the ground, his eyes were fixed, and his body speed was very well-proportioned.

   "Hoo hoo."

   "Hoo hoo."

  The cool wind blows, and the leaves on the ground move with the wind.

  Suddenly, an ultimate murderous intent struck undisguisedly from behind.

  Chen Yuan was startled, and immediately leaned over at a strange angle, and then, with a flash of knife light, he slashed at the attacking figure.

   "Shua!"

   "Tear!"

  The familiar voice came to Chen Yuan's ears. He looked intently, and there was a blood-red paper man on the ground, with a strange smiling face painted on it, which made people feel a little terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

   His heart shook, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on Chen Yuan's body.

paper man!

   is the existence under the blood pool!

  Fixing his eyes, Chen Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked up and down. At some time, a figure appeared there, dressed in a dark red long coat.

  With messy long hair, it can be seen that there are some dry wrinkles on his face, and his figure is thin, but his eyes are extremely energetic. Standing on a wall, he stared at Chen Yuan,

   There was a **** smell all over his body, which was the same as the smell in the blood pool.

   "Senior is?"

  Although Chen Yuan was certain that the guy in front of him was the guy at the bottom of the blood pool that Zhang Xuan said, he still didn't dare to show it on the surface.

   "Why, really can't guess who I am?"

  A hoarse and dry voice came from the skinny man.

   "Senior was joking, Chen and senior have no reason, how could he guess the identity of senior?" Chen Yuan looked at the man, and calmly revealed some of the shadow on his left arm.

  Right now, perhaps the only one who can save him is this Blood Demon Saber!

  The owner of this blood pool can let several strong men in the condensate realm protect his dharma, and let the people at the helm of Wushengjiao collect blood for him to heal his wounds. No matter his strength or status, he is absolutely extremely strong.

   is not what he can compare now.

  Don't say it's him, even Li Mingqi, the county lieutenant.

   Now that Zhang Xuan has left Ping'an County, Chen Yuan can only rely on himself.

   To be precise, it is this evil blood sword!

  The dry man looked at Chen Yuan coldly, neither sad nor happy:

   "Chen Pingan was killed by you, right?"

   "Who is Chen Pingan?"

  Chen Yuan smiled.

   "He is a disciple I value very much. It would be useful to keep him, but he was killed by you. What do you think should be done?" the skinny man said.

  Chen Yuan didn't answer, his eyes flickered.

  The skinny man continued:

   "In addition, you also took away the things I left on the altar. Shouldn't these accounts be settled?"

   "How do seniors want to calculate?"

  Since the guy in front of him clarified the matter, it would be an insult to his IQ if he continued to pretend not to know, so Chen Yuan's attitude changed quickly.

  The skinny man stepped forward and slowly fell to the ground:

   "Huang's family was destroyed, Zhao Shuping was arrested, my Holy Cult has no eyeliner in the Ping'an county government, you have good talent, this envoy intends to accept you as a disciple, and install one of my own people in Ping'an county, what do you think?"

   "With the teaching of this envoy, within three years, you will have the opportunity to step into the Ning Gang realm. Coupled with the operation of my holy religion, it is not impossible to become a county captain."

  Chen Yuan showed a harmless smile:

   "Actually, Chen has longed for the holy religion for a long time. It would be a blessing if he could join."

   "Very well, you are a person who knows the times. As long as you tell me how to control that evil shattered blade, I can accept you as a disciple now."

  There was a weird smile on the skinny man's mouth.

   "So, the purpose is here." Chen Yuan thought to himself.

   "Is this what senior said?"

  Chen Yuan raised his left arm, revealing the tattoo-like shadow.

  The thin man's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he nodded:

   "Yes, this is it."

   "To tell you the truth, this thing is not under Chen's control, and I don't know why it is silent in my body." Chen Yuan said hastily.

   "Huh? Are you still afraid that I will kill you?" The thin man's tone was a little displeased.

   "Of course not, it's just that Chen really doesn't know how to control it. If senior has a way, please help me expel it from my body. To be honest, I have been living in fear today."

   At the right time, a trace of fear flashed across Chen Yuan's face.

  But the skinny man sneered:

   "Do you think this envoy will believe it?"

   "Chen has never lied to others in his life." Chen Yuan said seriously.

  His name is Chen Yuan but not Chen.

  Chen is telling nonsense, so what does it have to do with Chen Yuan?

   Staring at Chen Yuan for a few breaths, the skinny man walked forward slowly and said:

   "Extend your left arm."

   "Okay" Chen Yuan nodded.

  When the skinny man approached within three feet, Chen Yuan's heart moved, his blood surged, and the next moment, a black light shone from his wrist, and shot out towards the skinny man instantly.

  The skinny man seemed to have been prepared for a long time. The moment the blood knife flickered, a blood-red paper figure fell off his body and rushed towards the blood knife, while he himself moved his feet and evaded sideways.

   "Shua!"

  The Blood Fiend Blade erupted, and the blood-red paper figurine shattered, lying quietly on the ground.

   When Chen Yuan let out the Bloody Saber, he immediately reached out and held the handle of the knife. With a step, the golden lacquer all over his body was condensed on the skin, and he slashed straight ahead.

"boom!"

  The skinny man raised his arm, a blood-colored aura condensed in his palm, he fought Chen Yuan, and let out a muffled groan.

   Chen Yuan, who had expected it for a long time, spilled a bag of lime powder in an instant,

   "Phew!"

  A dark arrow shot at the skinny man's neck at an extremely fast speed.

"Ding"

  The poisonous arrow was actually bounced off!

"interesting."

  The skinny man laughed hoarsely for the rest of his life, and slammed out his palm, a blood-colored aura instantly arrived in front of Chen Yuan, and he only had time to draw a knife to block it.

   With a 'bang', Chen Yuan fell heavily to the ground, then quickly jumped up from the ground, and looked at his chest calmly, there was a sharp pain there.

  If it wasn't for the full opening of the diamond glass body, Chen Yuan would have been seriously injured for that blow alone.

  Chen Yuan's face was gloomy. With one blow, just one blow, he was defeated. During this period, all the methods were used, but they couldn't hurt the skinny man in front of him at all!

   After repelling Chen Yuan, the skinny man didn't move, as if he was waiting for something.

  The Blood Fiend Knife, which was activated by Chen Yuan before, lost its target after killing the paper figurine. It turned into a black streamer and burrowed back into Chen Yuan's left arm.

  Afterwards, the Blood Fiend Knife, which hadn't swallowed the essence of blood, began to devour the blood of Chen Yuan's body.

  Chen Yuan could feel that the blood on his left arm seemed to be sucked away by something instantly

  The skinny man watched this scene quietly. At the beginning, most of his blood was swallowed by that thing, and he had to use secret methods to force it out of his body.

  Before, he saw that Chen Yuan had easily controlled this thing, and now he also wanted to see if he could escape this disaster.

  As for the fact that he escaped the attack of the evil thing just now, it was naturally because he had already prepared himself.

   Understand the characteristics of this thing.

   If it misses a hit, it will return to the body.

   It’s a double-edged sword. If it’s used well, it’s a sharp weapon for sneak attacks. It can penetrate even the astral energy. If it’s not used well, it will end up like a mummy.

  When the Blood Fiend Knife crossed the left arm and was about to devour the other essence and blood of the body, it seemed to have encountered some resistance, and it stopped instantly, just like before, lying quietly on the left arm.

  But Chen Yuan also felt a sense of resistance and unsatisfaction coming from the Blood Fiend Knife.

   "It's the Altar of Luck!"

  Chen Yuan's eyes flickered. The range of activity of this evil thing was limited to his left arm.

   After waiting for a while, seeing that although Chen Yuan's face was a little pale, but there was nothing serious, the skinny man's eyes were full of surprises. He stared closely at Chen Yuan, threatening:

   "Tell me how you control it so that you can live today."

   "Otherwise... even a **** can't save you, this envoy will draw out your three souls and refine them into paper figurines!"

  Chen Yuanping looked at the skinny man, thinking about the way out, but didn't wait for him to reply.

  In the dark night sky, a shimmering petal fell in front of their eyes. Chen Yuan and the skinny man were startled, and immediately raised their heads, their eyes full of horror.

   In the void, petals were falling all over the sky, as if it was snowing.

  A cool and pleasant flute sound filled my ears.

   It seems to be enveloped from all directions.

  (end of this chapter)