2609: C2609 Tiger Demon King

C2609 Tiger Demon King

When Jiang Ting saw the waiter coming over, he slowly placed the big knife on the table and took the food from the waiter and carried it on his back.

Then he smiled and said, "How do we get to the Heartless Temple?"

"North."

After a pause, the waiter lowered his head and spoke quickly. "Dear guest, leave the town from the north and walk along the road that leads up the mountain. If you see the fork in the road and choose the path that leads up the mountain, you will reach it after walking for about ten miles."

"Thank you." Jiang Ting carried his food on his back. Slowly he turned and left.

As for the knife... he did not take it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to. Instead, the knife weighed four or five pounds, and it took too much strength to carry it.

He was just a weak mortal. Carrying the dry rations, he was already carrying a heavy load. If he had a knife with him, it would be too tiring.

Just like how he dealt with Butcher Xu earlier... Don't look as if it wasn't a big deal, but in reality, he had exhausted quite a bit of strength! Even his breathing became heavier!

Only when Jiang Ting left the inn did Butcher Xu get up from the ground. He held onto the place where the chopsticks were inserted and began to wail.

The others all looked away.

"Where did this ruthless person come from?"

"Is that kid really a scholar? I've never seen a scholar this ruthless."

"He's not a scholar, is he? He doesn't even carry a bookshelf, doesn't that mean that scholars carry books on their backs?"

...

On the other side.

Jiang Ting, carrying his rations, left the town from the north. He looked at the mountains in the distance and slowly walked forward.

He felt helpless... his body was too weak.

He had beaten up a boorish man and caused him to have difficulty breathing due to his violent movements. If a boorish man was like this, there was no need to mention demons and devils.

The Dao Arts and Buddhist Dharma of this realm were the utilization of the powers of heaven and earth. It did not seem to increase the quality of one's body... Want to strengthen one's physique and train one's martial arts?

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting shook his head and gave up on it. ... Where did he get the time to practice the so-called martial arts secret manual of this realm? He did not have that much time.

Relying on his handsome appearance?

After pondering for a while, He didn't have the slightest bit of strength in his body. On the contrary, because of his mortal body, his handsome appearance would be reduced. If he hurried over, he would only attract some infatuated people.

He would have to wait until he saw Dao Mentian in the Heartless Temple before he could make a decision.

Ten miles wasn't a long journey. If Jiang Ting had cultivation base, he would have arrived in an instant. Unfortunately, he could only walk step by step now.

Moreover, because his body was too weak, he could not keep walking.

He walked and stopped. When night fell, Jiang Ting had only walked five miles.

Looking at the sky, Jiang Ting gave up on continuing on his journey. He was still far from the Heartless Temple. Five miles to go.

If he continued on his journey, he would be able to reach... but he would not forget that there was a ghost at the Heartless Temple!

He did not want to feed the ghost.

As a result, Jiang Ting calmly looked around for some withered branches and pushed them together... Jiang Ting suddenly realized that he could not start a fire.

He did not have the firestones of this world, nor did he have a fire clip.

If he had a cultivation base, he could just start a fire. However, he did not have a torch. It was impossible for him to drill wood into a fire, right?

"Troublesome." Looking at the pile of firewood, Jiang Ting shook his head and leaned against the tree to rest.

He planned to rest here for the night and then go to Heartless Temple.

...

In a relatively ordinary house in Gulin Town.

In the afternoon, Butcher Xu, who had lost face in the inn, was sitting in the courtyard. His arms and head were wrapped in white cloth.

There were also many fiendish men in the courtyard.

Butcher Xu used his intact hands to hold a jar of wine. "Everyone, I won't hide it from you. Tomorrow, I will kill that damn scholar and come to help me. After this, I, Butcher Xu, will treat you to a drink at the Ten Thousand Flower Building!"

A few people revealed fear. "That brat went to the Heartless Temple. He won't be able to survive."

"What if he doesn't die?"

With a cold smile, Butcher Xu drank a large mouthful of wine. "Although there are ghosts and ghosts over there, our bodies are filled with a murderous aura. Ghosts and ghosts do not dare to appear during the day. We will go over during the day. If that kid dies, the promise will still be valid. If he doesn't die, we will send him on his way!"

The other men glanced at each other and revealed expressions of interest.

At night, in the Heartless Temple, no one dared to approach the Ancient Forest Town.

However, if it was during the day... then it would be different. They had many people, and many fiendish blood energy gathered. Ghosts and ghosts might not dare to show themselves, but they did not believe that ghosts and ghosts would be so poor that scholars would pass by at night.

Those who lived in the ancient forest town, those who did not know much about the Heartless Temple, had long died!

...

At night, deep in the depths of the Heartless Temple, there was a karst cave deep underground.

The ferocious tiger, which was about half a meter tall, lay quietly in the karst cave. Its fur was all white, and the word "King" above its head seemed to be extremely tempting.

If Jiang Ting was here, he would definitely sigh. What a powerful mount.

However, if one looked carefully, it was not hard to see that the fur of the tiger seemed to be bent. Its aura was also a little unstable. It seemed to be seriously injured.

It was the Demon King that occupied Lanruo Temple!

"Roar!" With a tiger roar, about ten illusionary figures appeared in the karst cave.

All of them were women, and their faces could be considered pretty.

Werewolves... Werewolves transformed from a ferocious tiger. Without the help of extraordinary methods, they would never be able to enter the netherworld, never be able to free themselves, nor would they possess their own consciousness.

"Master!" After the appearance of many Werewolves, they knelt on the ground. ... They all had their own consciousness.

It sounded like it was against common sense. However, strictly speaking, it was normal. The world was different, so the rules would not be the same. At least in this world, the Wraiths were not completely Wraiths, so they would not lose their minds.

The Fierce Tiger Demon looked at the Werewolf Ghost in front of him, its eyes red and bloodthirsty. "Someone with great fortune five miles away, bring him here! "Swallow him and I will recover from my injuries. When the time comes, I will let you all go free!"

The ten or so Werewolves instantly raised their heads, their eyes filled with surprise and delight. ... But soon, they became dejected again.

Freedom?0

They, the Werewolves, had been controlled by the tiger for almost two hundred years, and the shortest had been for more than twenty years... They had no idea what freedom was.

Freedom was just hope that one could not hope for.

As if he knew what they were thinking, the tiger grinned and stood up. "If I recover, do I still need trash like you? Go, bring him back!"

Although his words were extremely rude, it made the ten or so ghost slaves very happy. One by one, they flew out of the cave and disappeared.

The tiger lay on the ground and slowly closed its eyes... He was a Demon King. Even if he was seriously injured, he was still a Demon King. With the power of a Demon King, the various snakes, insects, rats and ants around the Heartless Temple were all his spies.

...

In the middle of the Heartless Temple and the Ancient Forest Town, each of them was five kilometers away.

At this moment, it was already late at night.

A cool breeze blew past the mountains.

Jiang Ting quietly leaned against the tree to rest and sleep. Yes, he was indeed sleeping. His physical body was extraordinary and he needed to rely on sleep to recover his energy.

In front of him, there was an unlit fire. ... Without a firestone, without a fire clip, even if there was a match, it would not burn.

At Ugly Time.

"Keke... Keke..." A series of lovely laughter rang out in the surroundings.

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