"Damn it!"

Zhang Jue shouted angrily, and had no choice but to take his hands out of his sleeves.

This old beggar is really cunning and knows his background. His escape seems crazy, but it is not completely out of order. Instead, he goes to places with many people. In this way, he will be afraid of the rat and dare not use killing moves at all, otherwise he will die. This old thing is precisely because he is sure of his own disadvantages and goes wherever there are more people.

In terms of physical strength, Zhang Jue is only a little better than ordinary people. His magical power is hidden in this windbreaker and his eyes. How can he compare to this old beggar? Don’t look at him, but in terms of his cunning and fighting power, he is definitely more than one level higher than Zhang Jue. He is obviously an old man from the world who crawled out of the dead.

Moreover, the leather shoes Zhang Jue wore today were not good at running. Although the beggar was a pair of ragged cloth shoes, he was so helpful in running.

"Stop it."

The strong wind whistled past his ears, and Zhang Jue quickly chased after him while speaking in a voice that only he could hear.

What's strange is that after a moment, the old beggar's voice sounded in his ears, the same tone of self-talking, but it was a little hasty: "Don't chase me, I can ignore this jar, let me go once, just this time."

"I said, stop for me."

"Don't think that if you stop, I will die. Your ancestors' slogan is to promote justice and practice the way for heaven. But no one knows that your purpose of establishing a card is to be cruel and ruthless. No matter human or ghost, you never leave any survivors."

Zhang Jue was shocked and secretly guessed that the old beggar's identity was that he knew the way of the ancestors so well.

The old beggar's voice continued to sound in his ears: "Brother, just pretend you didn't see me, please. I can't let this jar be used? I promise to go to the deep mountains from now on and never be born again. You are a great man in the sky, and you don't have to worry about small fish and shrimp like me. I just steal a few souls, so I won't be like this. Please, brother."

Zhang Jue said nothing, kept climbing over the crowd and quickly chased the old beggar.

Seeing that Zhang Jue stopped sending messages to him for a long time, the old beggar became more and more anxious and his running speed became faster and faster. A scary look flashed across his face and said in a dark voice:

"You hypocrites are fake good people. The way of heaven is unfair. I just take a few souls. This is a heinous crime? Your ancestors have taken action. How many people and ghosts have died at that time? You keep saying that you are practicing the way for heaven and protecting the world? Bullshit. Will you do it without merit? You are just a group of hypocrites who are willing to destroy the world for merit. Why do you care about me? I will take a few souls. Why do you care about me?"

Zhang Jue was furious, and was even more frightened. He even knew the merits that his understanding of the Tao of the ancestor was extraordinary.

Finally, the crowd was no longer crowded, and Zhang Jue could already see the old beggar running, and said in his heart a good opportunity.

He stopped suddenly, Zhang Jue inserted his right hand into the sleeve of the left hand of the windbreaker, and then stretched out his hand. A trace of jade-like light flashed across his right hand.

As the light flowed, Zhang Jue raised an index finger and pointed it at the sky, his face was expressionless but extremely majestic, and he shouted loudly:

"Subduing the Demon!"

‘Ba.’

I heard a shocking sound suddenly coming from the sky, and a purple thunder flew down, and in the blink of an eye it was about to reach the old beggar's head.

The old beggar only felt a scalp, screamed shrillly, and threw himself to the side. While falling down, he pulled a passing child and pressed him on himself.

Zhang Jue's pupils shrank and he said to himself, "Damn it. If the thunder strikes down, the old beggar may be safe and sound. He should have the means to save his life." But the child pressing on him, after blocking the thunder strike for him, would definitely turn into a ball of burnt meat instantly.

"receive!"

He shouted angrily, and the shiny light in his right hand disappeared immediately, and the thunder that had already descended instantly dissipated in the air and disappeared.

'puff'

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Zhang Jue's mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant. Forced ending, Zhang Jue suffered severe internal injuries, and he felt that his internal organs were about to be broken. He was spinning and he couldn't stand steadily.

"ah!"

When the pedestrians on the roadside heard the sound of thunder in the sky, they screamed in fear. But when they looked up, there was nothing in the clear sky, they looked at each other in confusion.

And at this moment, a woman wearing glasses cried: "Child, my child."

Everyone looked at it, but saw an old beggar holding a kimchi jar in his left hand and a child in his right hand and running away quickly. He ran about ten meters away and threw the child into the road.

"ah!"

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, and the timids closed their eyes. But they saw the child struggling and crying in the air, and then landed on the ground fiercely.

"squeak"

With a sharp brake sound, a Mazda was barely stopped, and the driver was so scared that he was still in shock.

Zhang Jue had a gloomy face and watched the old beggar escape but was powerless. He knew that the old beggar threw out the child to distract himself. However, he didn't know that he had seen through that child would not die today before he died. With known results, how could he become a living Bodhisattva?

"I can't catch you today, but do you think you can run away?"

Zhang Jue muttered to himself, inserted his right hand into his sleeve again, pulled out his hand, and the light flowed again.

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the back of the old beggar running in the distance, murmured with a somewhat ethereal voice:

"Tell me your name."

The voice is extremely gentle, like a Bodhisattva's dream. It makes people feel like they are bathed in spring breeze and they are a little drowsy.

The running old beggar suddenly went crazy, and Yang Tian shouted: "My name is Han Baiyu."

As soon as the words fell, his face turned pale and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "No, he knows my name."

Just now, Zhang Jue took away his mind for a moment, and even his name was said. This was simply a death-seeking talisman.

The name is just a code name for mortals, but Han Baiyu knew that this had a deeper meaning for the people of the Patriarch. He could definitely calculate his whereabouts and everything through the Dayan algorithm. Even that old monk could calculate that there would be a disaster at the intersection, let alone the people of the Patriarch?

"Han Baiyu?"

Zhang Jue smiled on his pale face: "Haha, I'll catch you."

Seeing Han Baiyu's figure disappearing into the crowd, Zhang Jue coughed in pain and staggered to the side of the road to stop a taxi: "Let's find a Chinese medicine store."

After throwing the one hundred yuan to the driver, Zhang Jue gasped and leaned weakly on his seat. When he closed his eyes, he became unconscious...

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