Chapter 73 Can't fly

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 73 Can't fly

Seeing the fire ghost flying towards him and attacking him, Zhong Ming was secretly happy.

However, Zhong Ming still insisted on moving, jumped back with a little force, holding a bottle of potion in his hand, and his mental power continued to release into awls, ready to wait for it to come and give it a little harder.

"Battleman! I ￥#@!..."

When Zhong Ming saw the Fire Ghost's next move, he immediately cursed, and fully utilized the language knowledge he learned on Blue Star.

The fire ghost flew up, then floated straight up and flew up at an extremely fast speed.

Although ghosts are not humans, they are obviously wise living beings.

The situation is wrong. When will you not run away at this time?

"Young Master, it seems you can't fly? Then we will see you again if we are destined to."

The hideous fire ghost was not angry when he heard Zhong Ming's mother's extremely high greetings. Instead, he looked at Zhong Ming's angry Zhong Ming with great enthusiasm and said goodbye to him.

"Can't fly!"

"Can't fly!"

"Can't fly!"

These three words echoed repeatedly in Zhong Ming's mind, instantly destroying the only remaining reason that Zhong Ming tried hard to maintain.

Today I have to kill this beast and avenge everyone in the troupe.

At this moment, Zhong Ming didn't care about keeping his position, and rushed towards the Fire Ghost, leaping with all his strength, hundreds of times the superhuman physique, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed to a height of hundreds of meters.

As expected to reach the range, Zhong Ming quickly aimed and shot his spiritual awl directly towards the Fire Ghost.

"Ah~!"

With one blow, the Fire Ghost was not as fragile as the Life-Buying Ghost. When he swayed, he still flew upright.

However, this attack was like a substantial mental attack, which was like cutting something, and opened a small hole in the chest of the Fire Ghost, and a sachet-sized bag of blood-red embroidered mandarin ducks fell out of the hole.

When the fire ghost saw the blood-red bag fall out, he was immediately anxious and rushed down and had to catch the bag in the air.

Zhong Ming, who could not violate the gravity, still fell to the ground unwillingly, and with a loud "bang", he smashed a big pit on the ground.

Just as Zhong Ming gritted his teeth, he saw the fire ghost leaning over to pick up the bag.

What is surprise?

This is the surprise!

Zhong Ming was immediately overjoyed, his whole body was filled with blood and his muscles, and he leaped again. His body climbed up rapidly, and his right hand struggled to grab the blood-red bag.

At the same time, the mental power gushed out again, and there was no time to make a fancy condensation spiral, and directly rushed towards the fire ghost.

The fire ghost's charred and thin body suddenly stopped, as if it had hit a large invisible wall, and was bounced out in a "buzzing".

Zhong Ming, who grabbed the bag, jumped to a roof, then urged with force, continued to pounce towards the fire ghost, shouting as he pounced:

“Is this bag very important to you?

You don't want this bag to be destroyed by me, right?

When the fire ghost heard this, he glared at Zhong Ming fiercely, dragging his soul body that was fluttering and shaking, without looking back, and flew up with all his strength.

Can't fly!

As the female ghost ran underground for a long time, Zhong Ming still couldn't leave the fire ghost behind. He watched the fire ghost fly higher and higher.

Zhong Ming, who was glaring at the sky, hated himself for why he couldn't fly!

Damn it, this matter is not over!

The veins bulged, the blood surging, and the anger of Zhong Ming no longer had the same style as Zhizhu clenched in the past. He punched a wall with a punch, and made a big hole in the brick and stone wall with a "bang".

"What's this? Gu Ping, I got up and went to see, maybe I've been thieves."

"Well, I'll go. Mom, don't get up. It's strong wind at midnight, don't catch a cold."

...

Listening to the sound of the owner of the house getting up and checking, Zhong Ming, who was slightly relieved after venting his emotions, took out a few gold coins from the space ring, held them hard with his right hand, rolled them into a big golden bean, and threw them gently into the yard.

"Passing pedestrians accidentally broke the wall of the owner's house. This amount of money is considered a compensation for some people."

After saying a depressed voice, Zhong Ming ran towards Qingping Opera House again. Soon after, he saw Zhang Xiaowu still unconscious at the gate.

"Oh~"

Zhong Mingfu, who sighed deeply, picked up Zhang Xiaowu and walked back to the theater.

Zhong Ming looked at the bodies of the spectators who were not injured while he deliberately moved the battlefield. He took a deep breath, held his red eyes, walked gently to the end row, and put the bodies of everyone in the Li Qingyuan opera troupe into the space ring.

The space ring cannot hold living things, and there is no time left inside. It is more than enough to hold twenty-eight corpses in a 400 cubic meter space.

If I had come a while ago, would everything be different?

Zhong Ming fell into deep self-blame inside, and carried Zhang Xiaowu into the darkness.

...

"Bang bang~"

The boss of the Shoucai shop who was woken up in the middle of the night asked unhappily: "Who is it?"

A heavy voice came from outside the door: "The one who bought the coffin."

Boss Qian got up with his clothes and pulled out a talisman from under the pillow that was invited from the Taoist temple at a high price. He lit the oil lamp, held a bowl of cinnabar mixed with black blood, and said vigilantly through the door:

"Do you understand the rules? Stop at home for one night and come again tomorrow morning!"

There are taboos in coffin shops. If you don’t open the door to do business at night, people who die at home will usually stay in the mortal world for one night and wait for the day to come again.

The person who came thought to himself: I really don’t know, who knows there are still these rules?

"The master is good at doing everything, I am a child, and I am definitely not a ghost or a god..."

"Who cares if you are a living person or not? Don't say that you are a living person, even if you are a dead person, you have to follow the rules and come again during the day."

"Wait, I'll add money!"

After saying that, a huge gold brick poked through the gap in the window, broke the window screen, and fell into the house.

Boss Qian's eyes lit up, he poked his finger into the cinnabar, and pulled some cinnabar onto the gold brick.

No change.

Boss Qian picked up the gold brick and pinched it with his hands.

Soft, tough, heavy, real!

"Bang~"

Before Boss Qian could speak, another gold brick was stabbed in and fell to the ground.

...

With a "crunch", the door opened.

Boss Qian looked at the visitor with a smile and said:

"It's not about whether it's money or not. It's mainly because I am a kind person and I can't see anyone lying around."

Boss Qian said while welcomed the person to the shop and closed the door again.

After a pause, Boss Qian, who was shocked by the appearance of bald head and bald eyebrows, then asked:

"Are you going to be black, white, red, yellow, or gold?"

The visitor was carrying Zhang Xiaowu's Zhong Ming. Zhong Ming raised the eyebrows frame without eyebrows and asked:

“Is there anything special?”

Although Boss Qian was intimate about Zhong Ming’s lack of common sense, he still explained with a smile:

"In our industry, coffins come in five colors.

The black coffin is for the deceased.

The white coffin is suitable for young women who are unmarried or young children who die prematurely.

The red coffin contains the old man who died in his eighties and died of illness.

Yellow coffins, such unpainted wood-colored coffins are the cheapest. There is also a saying that there are elderly people living in the family, and using this coffin can pray for the living elderly to live for a long time.

Golden coffin, this kind of coffin with gold paint is used by kings, princes, generals, officials and nobles. Most people cannot afford this kind of coffin..."

"Okay, then I'll give me twenty-eight golden coffins."

"Okay, a pair of golden coffins, wait, how many pairs did you just say?"

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In this chapter, I have no intention of mocking a Pokémon who can't fly. In addition, I would like to support the newbies in the creation, thank you~
Chapter completed!