Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Chapter 33

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi’s pupils tightened.

“Damn!” He couldn’t help cursing inwardly. At the moment when the red ghost attacked, he grabbed Han Daqin and shrank down, only to see the two sharp claws of the red ghost piercing hard. After entering the wall, the broken tiles fell on their faces.

Following Meng Zezhi’s body, he kicked open the toilet door, pulling Han Daqin and ran out.

“Heh–” The red-clothed woman sneered, pulled out her claws with a gentle force, and then followed it as if chasing some favorite toy.

Meng Zezhi panted and yelled anxiously: “System–”

“Recommend sincerely for the host, the cheat book “Introduction to the Master”, the enlightened version of Daigo.”

After speaking, a transparent display screen appeared in front of Meng Zezhi.

In the first grid of the interface, there is a thick stack of thread-bound books, underneath it is the enlightened version of “Introduction to the Master” with 5,000 points of merit.

Next to it, there is also a thick stack of thread-bound books, underneath it is the normal version of “Introduction to the Master”, with two thousand merits.

Profiteers–

Meng Zezhi had a black face. You must know that in the previous world, he died and lived ill. In the end, he only accumulated 4,800 points of merit. This world has not started to do the task, so he must first spend five thousand points of merit. ——

Just listen to the system’s explanation: “The things produced by the system mall will be used for life once learned. And every time the host surrenders or removes a ghost, the test of merit is also rewarded with merit. For example, the girl in red in front of you is worth two hundred points. Merit, like Li Wenhuan, is worth a thousand points.”

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi felt a lot of comfort, not to mention, does he have a choice now?

Can’t bear the children can’t hold the wolf!

He gritted his teeth: “I bought it.”

As soon as the voice fell, a bunch of messy things poured into his sea of ​​consciousness. Accompanied by the pain of bones, Meng Zezhi stagnated and slammed his fist on the wall, which barely managed to stabilize his body.

In a hurry, Han Daqin, who was unable to hold his feet, ran into Meng Zezhi so straight, and the fragile bridge of the nose was hit hard again.

“Fuck!” Han Daqin held his nose, tears falling down, he subconsciously wanted to yell, but he seemed to think of something, he swallowed the words that were about to blur out, and finally only suffocated one sentence: “What, what’s wrong?”

As she was talking, the ghost in red had already chased her up, and she said, “Where else can you escape?”

Hearing this, Han Daqin’s scalp numb, and at the moment he turned tremblingly to look at the woman in red, Meng Zezhi grabbed his collar and threw it at the woman in red.

“Grass your grandma, Xie Guangsheng -” Han Daqin cried.

It happened so suddenly, when the woman in red reacted, Han Daqin was already hugged by her. The red woman’s pupils shrank slightly, and the blood in the blood hole on her forehead was happier.

Han Daqin trembled, his brain was blank, but he still remembered to beg for mercy: “No, don’t kill me…”

Before the words were over, there was another burst of air-breaking sound, only to see a colorful thing flying towards the ghost in red.

With the lesson of being chopped by the peach wood sword before, the red ghost slapped her hands and hid subconsciously.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of ceramic crushing, Han Daqin fell heavily to the ground, grinning, the corner of his eye fell on the broken porcelain not far away, his facial features twisted into a ball.

Fuck, his 3.5 million red enamel bowl with nine autumn colors in Yongzheng, Qing Dynasty.

Han Daqin realized that they had run into his treasure room.

With a tight heart, he subconsciously looked at Meng Zezhi.

Only Meng Zezhi, a harrier turned over, rushed towards the corner, and then pulled out the long sword from the weapon rack.

Han Daqin’s expression broke.

He spent 16 million to buy the Longquan sword of the Ming court.

Meng Zezhi held the sword in his right hand and quickly pinched his left hand. Finally, he spread his palms, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth on the blade of the sword. The cold light immediately stained with a layer of red light.

Seeing this scene, Han Daqin reflexively struck a spirit, and silently retracted into the corner.

The next moment, Meng Zezhi looked at the woman in red who was floating in the air and shouted: “Look at the sword–”

Then he kicked his feet and rushed up with a long sword.

The aura is enough, but it’s a pity that a novice is a novice. With decades of internal strength, if you don’t know how to use it, you can’t become a peerless master.

The woman in red looked at Meng Zezhi’s messy footwork, and sneered: “Boy, if you don’t show you anything, you don’t know that Lord Ma has three eyes!”

As she said, she dodged her figure, avoided the long sword that had crossed it, and instantly appeared behind Meng Zezhi, and then kicked Meng Zezhi’s back and shot him out, ruthlessly It hit the wall hard.

Pain, heart-piercing pain——

After decades of pampering, Meng Ze knew when he had suffered such a pain, he grinned, but had to lift the sword and rushed up again.

Han Daqin shrank in the corner, watching Meng Zezhi like an unkillable Xiaoqiang, attacking again and again, and then being lifted by the woman in red again and again.

After repeating this a dozen times, the woman in red was a little bit disappointed. When Meng Zezhi came to the door again, she flicked her long sleeves and knocked out the long sword in Meng Zezhi’s hand, and then pinched it. Meng Zezhi’s neck.

“Boy, this is the fate of overwhelming power!”

“Cough cough…” Meng Zezhi sneered with his feet in the air, with blood on his mouth, and said with a sneer, “What level of me is, don’t I know?”

“What?” The woman in red was taken aback.

“If I don’t do this, would you dare to talk to me like this?”

After speaking, Meng Zezhi’s expression changed, the palm of his left hand turned over, and he patted the woman in red.

The red woman’s pupils tightened, only to see the oncoming palm wound, blood constantly pouring out, and in a short period of two breaths, quickly condensed into a talisman seal on the palm.

not good–

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, the woman in red increased the force between her fingers, but before she could pinch Meng Zezhi’s neck, the palm of her hand was already slapped on her face.

“what–”

With bursts of screams, black smoke rose from the place where the palm of the hand and the face touched, and the two immediately fell down as if they were out of balance.

Meng Zezhi, who had been prepared for a long time, bent his legs and landed steadily on the ground, and then pushed the woman in red and hurriedly backed away until she was pressed firmly against the wall, unable to move.

“Ah—I’m going to kill you—” the woman in red yelled hysterically, and her soul looked thinner.

Meng Ze knew that he was unmoved, he just kept urging the blood all over his body to pour into the palm of his hand, but after a while, two wrinkles were added to his forehead.

The red woman’s tone became more and more bitter: “I’m dead, my master will definitely avenge me, Han Daqin, Xie Bowen, Wan Ziqing… Don’t even try to escape…”

Seeing the red woman’s soul body became more and more transparent, and the arrogant arrogance gradually lowered, Han Daqin swallowed and couldn’t figure out why the situation suddenly reversed.

But this did not prevent him from breathing a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Meng Zezhi shouted coldly in the air: “Sword.”

Needless to say, I also knew that this was spoken to Han Daqin, after all, there was no one else besides him.

sword? sword–

Han Daqin’s gaze fell on the long sword on the ground not far away, scrambled out of the corner, picked up the long sword and sent it to Meng Zezhi: “Xie Guang…Uncle Xie, sword…”

As if she knew what Meng Zezhi was going to do, the woman in red was finally scared. She stared her eyes, and the blood hole on her forehead stopped bleeding: “No, you can’t kill me, I…”

Halfway through the conversation, Meng Zezhi took the long sword in Han Daqin’s hand, the blood on the blade was not dry, and then stabbed the sword into the belly of the woman in red.

“Do not–”

Accompanied by the deafening screams, the female ghost in red turned into smoke bit by bit from bottom to top, and disappeared into the air.

It’s soul frightened.

After doing this, Meng Zezhi weakened his legs, leaning on his long sword, and half-kneeled on the ground.

“Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie.” Han Daqin calmed down, and quickly reached out to help him, unexpectedly facing a face full of vicissitudes, even the moustache on his chin was stained with a layer of gray The color.

Han Daqin opened his mouth: “Uncle Xie, how did you become like this?”

You must know that Xie Guangsheng’s face is famously tender. He is obviously a person who has already gone to the fourth stage, but he looks like a twenty-seventh-eighth young man.

How come Xie Guangsheng’s whole person looks like he is more than a dozen years old with all this time.

“Fighting, don’t worry about it.” Meng Zezhi endured the pain and said, “I have something for you to do.”

“You said.” Han Daqin responded in a hurry, and now Meng Zezhi is his backbone.

“I found Lu Huaijin. He is a star. I forgot which brokerage company you are. No matter what method you use, send him away immediately. Don’t let him stay in the capital, otherwise you and I will be in danger of life.”

Because of the marriage contract, the old ghost Li Wenhuan could not leave Wan Zihuai too far away. Now the woman in red is dead. If Li Wenhuan comes to the door, the consequences will be disastrous. For the present plan, he can only ask Wan Zihuai to take Li Wenhuan away. Up.

Hearing the four words worrying about life, Han Daqin struck a spirit in his heart. Without asking more questions, he quickly said: “Okay, I’ll let someone do it right away.”

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Meng Zezhi’s reply. He fixed his eyes and found that Meng Zezhi had passed out.