A small hotel in Bangkok's Chinatown.
"Yancheng boy, Han Sheng and the baby go to the sea palace at night, but that great master Meng Lasha Weng Bing is ruthless and cruel, I'm afraid this is a life of nine deaths, you go, bring a submachine gun, maybe you can help them."
Sunny lay on the bed with tears in her eyes.
"But I don't worry about you."
The Yancheng boy said embarrassedly.
"Life is short, it's rare to meet a confidant, although the time together is so short, but I can see that this Han Sheng from China is the best doctor in the world, boy, you must help him, don't worry about me and my brother, Sunny will definitely be here waiting for you to come back."
Tears slowly dripped from Sanny's eyes.
The boy from Yancheng hesitated slightly, but when he saw Shanny's resolute eyes, he turned his heart sideways, picked up the canvas travel bag, walked to the table, picked up the telephone, and hung up the phone for Master Chongdihu.
"Master, Han Sheng took the child to the sea palace alone."
The Yancheng boy said hurriedly.
"Ah, how can it be done, this trip is too dangerous, Lao Qu will rush over immediately" Master Chongdihu was taken aback at first, and then said quickly.
"Okay, we'll see you at the beach."
The Yancheng kid put down the phone.
Sanny nodded approvingly.
The boy from Yancheng approached the bed, leaned over and kissed Sunny's forehead, and said, "As long as the boy has a breath, he will definitely come back."
With that, he puffed up his chest and went out without looking back.
"Sister," Nasuo said softly with tears in her eyes.
Shanni looked at her brother tenderly, and said slowly: "Nasuo, my sister likes men with clear grievances and bravery."
The moon was blurry, and the boy of Yancheng stood on the shore of the mouth of the Chao Phraya River with a travel bag of a Uqi submachine gun, and the fog on the sea of the Gulf of Siam was hazy, and the small island with the palace of the Thonburi dynasty was no longer visible, and there were no ships.
There was the sound of galloping footsteps in the distance, and when he looked back, he saw a colorful Bengal tiger approaching in the moonlight, and Master Chongdi Tiger was riding on it and waving to him.
"Boy, I have already made an appointment with a few high-level and profound descending masters in the mountains to land on the island together, but they will only arrive in Bangkok tomorrow, and it will be too late, so let's go to the island and fight with Monglacha Weng Bing."
The master said desolate and tragic.
"But there are no ships in sight."
The boy from Yancheng looked at the sea and said anxiously.
Master Chongdi Tiger patted his mount "Tiger Friend" and said with a smile: "Come on, he can carry the two of us." ” The Yancheng boy took out the Uqi submachine gun from his travel bag, put it on his back, and then took the rest of the magazine into his arms, sat on the tiger's back, and grabbed the master with both hands.
"Tiger friend, into the sea."
With a slap on the tiger's head, the Bengal tiger leaped into the Gulf of Siam and swam towards the misty island.
"It seems that Ben Weng's efforts have been in vain" The Great Master Kunba was extremely angry, and stepped forward and flew up.
There was a "bang", the vat was kicked to pieces, the maroon liquid flowed to the ground, and Mon Ratchaon squirmed in pain on the stone floor without hands or feet.
Han Sheng took two steps forward and reached out to touch the porcelain bottle in his arms.
"It's not good, it's not good, there's only a little bit of grandma's sweat left, this is a big villain, you can't save a good person if you save the wicked" Dudu stood on Han Sheng's shoulder, and said in a sharp and sharp voice.
Yes, Khan Qing is too precious, this Monglacha Weng Bing is a great evil person, although the healer should be merciful, but if he saves the wicked, the good man will not be treated in the future Han Sheng slowly retracted his hand.
"Hahaha, now that you don't even have the big blood flea couple, you will never be able to get a glimpse of this most Southeast Asian head lowering technique" Mon Ratcha Weng Bing laughed wildly, his thin torso trembling on the ground.
"Hmph, old thing, you are a freak in the Monglachaon family, you should have been killed by the clan when you were nine years old, but unfortunately you escaped, today Ben Weng will execute you, an intersex person, according to the clan rules of the Monglachaon family."
The Great Master stared at Monglacha Weng Bing with blazing eyes, and sneered.
Han Sheng looked down, and sure enough, Monglacha Weng Bingsheng had two sets of sexual organs for men and women, and he was really a rare intersex person.
"I, I already have descendants, I have no regrets in this life," Meng Lapcha Weng Bing's mouth foamed, and his voice gradually weakened, "I hope" "What do you wish for?"
asked the Great Master.
"I curse that the last remaining member of the Monglachaon family, you Kunba, will be extinct in the hands of my daughter" Monglachaon Bing finally sighed, rolled his eyes, and died.
Han Sheng also sighed and shook his head, how many grievances and hatreds in the world disappeared with the passing of a body.
"Alas, let's go."
Han Sheng suddenly felt that the affairs of the rivers and lakes were boring, so he said quietly.
"If you want to go, since you have a relationship with the old thing, Ben Weng will fulfill you, let you die together, and there will be a companion on Huangquan Road."
The Great Master sneered sharply, and then waved his hand.
The people in white quickly surrounded them, and took out some strange magic weapons from their arms, including coffin nails, white tiger claws, small dry corpses of the soul placenta, and metal pipes that opened the light, and silently chanted witch spells to attack Han Sheng, while the great master quietly retreated outside the stone house, and quickly closed the heavy wooden door and locked it.
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"Run, wow," he screamed, flapping his wings and rushing out of the stone house, but he hit his head on the wooden door, and suddenly his eyes flashed and he fell to the ground.
It was too late, it was fast, Han Sheng's eyes suddenly opened, and he swept through those white-clothed people with Shen Caicai in his arms, but unfortunately he was still one step late, and the door was already closed.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking the sky behind him, and hurriedly looked back, but saw several coffin nails covered with green rust shooting towards him, and the air was wrapped in a stench of rotting corpses "I want Momo," Shen Cai muttered softly.
Han Sheng couldn't be distracted at the moment, and he didn't know if there was anything strange on those green rust coffins, so he didn't dare to grab it with his hands, so he could only try his best to dodge.
A man in white "snorted" and sacrificed the small gray-white dried corpse in his hand, and the navel of the small dried corpse was connected to a long umbilical cord, which was held in the man's hand and guided to attack Hansheng.
Although the body of the little dry corpse is only a few inches long, and the proportion of the skull is extremely large, its body is extremely flexible.
When he flew close to Han Sheng, the pair of huge eyes suddenly opened on his head, and there were sparse yellow-brown hairs on the upper lip of his shriveled and bulging mouth, and his lips opened slightly, kissing Han Sheng's face, and his breath was fishy.
Han Sheng flashed away in disgust, but unexpectedly, the little man chased after him with a kiss, and the air in the entire stone house became more and more turbid.
"This little man stinks," said Dudu, sitting on the stone floor at the gate, covering his mouth and nose with his wings, his stunned head just sobering up.
In the oblique thorn, a man in white with a white tiger claw in his left and right hands sneaked up from behind, with five toes on his front paws and four toes on his hind paws, which were extremely sharp and carried a kind of mountain and forest atmosphere.
At the same time, Han Sheng had to avoid the shooting of the coffin nail, but also avoid the wild kiss of the little dry corpse, and also prevent the sneak attack of the white tiger claw, and the space in the stone house was very narrow, even if the speed of the fly's eye was fast, the play was also greatly limited.
At this moment, he just had time to avoid a few coffin nails, dodge a white tiger claw behind his back, and then flashed his face, the kiss of the little dry corpse missed, but he happened to kiss Shen Cai's cheek who was in mourning The ghost baby was furious, opened his mouth and "clicked" is a mouthful, and actually bit off the head of the little dry corpse, and spit out the "bah" bite.
The head of the little dry corpse rolled down to the cold, hard stone ground, let out a few terrible cries, and then lost his breath, and the man in white screamed miserably, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body fell limply.
Shen Cai's anger did not subside, and a "whoosh" sound burst out of Han Sheng's arms, and he pounced on the head descender holding the white tiger claw like lightning, biting the man's neck, and the sharp little teeth cut into his carotid artery, writhing his hips and sucking blood fiercely.
The two coffin nails flew towards the ghost baby's white and fat little buttocks, Han Sheng's body shook, and he reached out in time to grab the coffin nails with a green rust all over his body, and he felt cold to the bone, and then felt a very feminine paralysis along his hand Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian ascending.
"Corpse poison" Han Sheng said in his mind, and then a thick killing aura immediately rebounded in his body, and he forced the cold corpse poison straight down his arm, Han Sheng didn't know, that was Bai Tuoxu's ability to detoxify.
Han Sheng's body flickered, and in an instant, he pressed two coffin nails into the chest of the person who launched it, and pierced his heart, and the person suddenly trembled, his face turned pale, and his eyebrows and beard condensed with white frost, and suddenly this person jumped up like crazy, and slammed into the stone wall, bursting in the spot.
"Woo la la" The last man in white blew the talisman, and the sound was extremely weird.
Futong is a head descender on the aluminum or zinc skin using a magic knife while carving charms and chanting a mantra word by word, after the completion of the roll into a tube compression, and finally after a long period of blessing after the consecration of the light.
After this thing is blown, it is like thousands of people chanting witch spells together, and it is breathtaking, and it is even more irrational, and it is a profound magic weapon that is willing to be driven.
The strange whistling sound echoed in the stone house, and Han Sheng felt a wave of nausea in his heart, and then his stomach was sour, and he vomited wildly, vomiting several yellow ant eggs, several flower sisters, and a lump of cricket sauce.
The ghost baby Shen Cai's body was also shocked, his teeth chattered, he threw down the neck of the man in white, looked at the white-clothed Fu Tong mage, and recited the witch spell of "Transferring Flowers and Trees" in his mouth: