Chapter 65 Red Clothes

How strong is the firepower that Bai Hua has accumulated for the whole afternoon?

Although the stronger the plant, the more energy it consumes, but with his greatly improved mental power now, he can completely control a hundred watermelon pitchers.

Let's put it this way, if these watermelon pitchers are given to Li Yunlong, he can conquer the island country. Cross out

With so many watermelon pitchers, even Lu Nian, who has fully cultivated three systems, will have to kneel down, not to mention the cold ghost who is considered weak among the high-level ones. You know, human mages are very fragile.

Bai Hua himself activated the magic tools of shoes and armor and ran away at the first time. Although these things have a certain hit correction, they are not locked. It would be fun if he was hit by himself.

The ground was already full of red liquid, and it was hard to tell which ones were watermelons and which ones were cold ghosts. There might even be Asha Xinya among them.

"It's a big deal. I won't kill Asha Xinya too." Bai Hua scratched his head. He really didn't mean to hit his teammates. He just had a phobia of insufficient firepower and overestimated the cold ghost.

"Giant Shadow Nail, Imprison!" Fortunately, Asha Xinya was not only fine, but she even had enough energy to backstab him. However, Bai Hua's pumpkin shield had not been used up yet, so Asha Xinya's sneak attack was useless.

"You really want to kill me too?" Asha Xinya looked very embarrassed now. It was not so difficult to resist the frozen coffin of the cold ghost just now.

Shadow Escape is not invincible. Such intensive bombardment made her injured even if she tried to dodge in the first time, especially her black long skirt, which had many gaps.

"Red, is it your birth year?" Bai Hua still had the mind to tease Asha Xinya.

Asha Xinya suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to abandon all rationality and kill the guy in front of her directly.

But before she could implement this idea, she found that the two of them had been surrounded.

"Master Deacon?" The sharp-mouthed man surrounded them with a few gray-clothed believers and a group of black beasts, but they only saw a red unknown liquid on the ground, and Bai Hua and Asha Xinya as the targets.

The scene in front of them made them a little confused. Where is their own steward?

"Are you looking for Leng Gui? Then I will send you to see him. Have you heard a saying? Art is explosion!" Bai Hua snapped his fingers, and a violent explosion suddenly occurred under the feet of the Black Church members.

...

The blue clothes who were escorting the black pharmacist suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" The black pharmacist discovered the abnormality of his companion.

"I remember who that woman is. She is the adopted daughter of Lord Saran." The blue clothes suddenly changed direction. Asha Xinya must not die now, at least she must not be killed by Leng Gui before getting Saran's permission.

"If we go back now, I'm afraid we can only help her collect the body." The black pharmacist's tone was full of playfulness.

"That means Leng Gui acted on his own, and the two of us were unaware of it." Lan Yi was obviously ready to let Leng Gui take the blame, but he still needed to go back and take a look, and then silence Leng Gui.

…

“Hey, you are so skilled at killing and arson, you don’t do this often, for example, murder your employer.” Even if Asha Xinya was rational, she was still upset about Bai Hua almost killing her before.

She leaned against a locust tree at the entrance of the village, watching Bai Hua skillfully command the zombies to clean up the battlefield, and then gathered the bones and burned them.

“My name is not Hey, my name is Chu Yuxuan, bah, you are mixing up words again. And if I really want to murder you, you don’t have a chance to speak now.” Bai Hua was unwilling to lose the upper hand. He calmly cremated the cloth bag brought by Leng Gui and the people of the Black Church separately, without any expression on his face.

“Why, are you feeling sad for these people?” Asha Xinya couldn’t see what Bai Hua was thinking. It was already dark, and probably because there was a strong smell of blood here, there were ghosts wandering here from time to time, but Bai Hua was still cremating the bodies slowly.

"No, we have never met, why should we care? On the contrary, shouldn't you, the future Saint, have a heart of compassion?" Bai Hua casually threw the last broken beam into the fire.

Speaking of which, after being tossed around by Bai·Explosion Maniac·Hua, there are not many intact rooms in this village. Even if the villagers are still alive, there is no need to rebuild the village.

"Saint? How many times have I said that I am just a little woman. Besides, these are not the people of the temple." Asha Xinya sneered. The temple is not a charity. In their eyes, those who cannot provide them with faith are not considered human beings.

"Should we continue to stay here for one night or travel overnight?" Bai Hua asked Asha Xinya for her opinion, because Asha Xinya is still his employer now.

There are still a few houses that can be lived in on the outskirts of the village. Although there is no holy spring, the undead will attack here, but as long as some garlic is planted outside the house, it is still possible to rest for one night.

"Keep going. You promised to take me to Ye Chang." Asha Xinya didn't want to stay in this ghost environment.

"Who is it?" Bai Hua suddenly looked not far away.

Asha Xinya followed Bai Hua's gaze and found a man in blue.

The man in blue had no intention of hiding his figure. When he saw Asha Xinya looking at him, he took off his hood to her, as if he was deliberately exposing his appearance.

However, he ignored their intentions. The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

"It seems that we can go back." Asha Xinya turned around. After seeing the man just now, she no longer needed to track him down.

"Oh, do you know the blue-clothed man just now?" Bai Hua clenched the space scroll in his hand, ready to run away at any time. The blue-clothed deacon just now was different from Leng Gui, the fake one. He gave him a strong sense of crisis and his strength was probably not inferior to Lu Nian.

If a fight really broke out, even if there were a hundred watermelon pitchers, when the slow trajectory fell, the grass on his grave would grow.

"Yes, Ye Chang's confidant during the temple period, he had no intention of hiding his identity at all. Combined with some previous intelligence, it is enough to be sure. Go back to the ancient capital, and the commission reward will be paid to you by the Hunter Alliance." Asha Xinya didn't have much hope at first, but she didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

...

Apart from the occasional wandering undead, the two did not encounter any moths along the way, and they didn't cause trouble for each other again.

"I didn't expect that this time when I came to Gudu, I not only confirmed the identity of this generation of Saran, but also found an interesting guy." After returning to Gudu and parting with Bai Hua, Asha Xinya murmured to herself.

Several figures suddenly appeared from several corners and knelt on one knee in front of Asha Xinya: "Master... Sir."

Asha Xinya: "I told you not to call me like that outside. By the way, check for me after you go back, where did the priest Song belong to back then." After saying that, she turned and left, revealing a touch of red clothes under her torn black long skirt.