Su Zimo was held in the palm of the big man's hand, like a weak little chicken, with no power to resist!
You must know that although his cultivation is completely useless, the power of his body and blood is still there.
However, when the big man's five powerful fingers grabbed his neck, he was unable to move at all and could only watch as he was carried deep into the cemetery!
"how so?"
"Those chains can't lock this red-haired ghost?"
"If you can't lock him up, why is the red-haired ghost still staying in this cemetery?"
"Does Master know about this?"
"What's his relationship with this red-haired ghost?"
In an instant, countless confusions emerged in Su Zimo's heart, and his mind was in chaos.
In addition, the red-haired ghost kept chattering in his ears, talking about insignificant things. Su Zimo felt that his head was about to explode!
boom!
Su Zimo was thrown to the ground, and just as he was about to jump up, there was a clanging sound, and a thick chain was already wrapped around his body.
boom!
Su Zimo activated the power of his bloodline and struggled with all his strength!
No movement!
The chain looked rusty, but it was extremely hard and impossible to break free from.
The power of his bloodline exploded, like a stone sinking into the sea, and the chains did not respond at all!
A cold light flashed in Su Zimo's eyes, there was a crackling sound in his body, his muscles and bones rang together, and his whole figure suddenly shrunk!
Easy to shrink bones!
Since the positive force could not be shaken, Su Zimo changed his mind and planned to shrink his body and escape.
God knows what the big man's intention was in bringing him back.
Even if there was no malice, Su Zimo couldn't bear just hearing this big man talking non-stop around him.
Unexpectedly, just as Su Zimo's body shrank, the chains on his body also shrank, locking his body tightly, leaving no room for escape!
"Quack, quack, quack!"
The big man sat on the ground, with amusement in his eyes, and grinned: "This rag can't lock me, but locking you is too easy, so you'd better save some energy."
Su Zimo tried again, but was unable to break free of the chains, so he could only give up and frown at the big man.
As he got closer, Su Zimo realized that there wasn't much flesh and blood on the big man's body, with almost only skin and bones left.
But the big man has a huge frame and extremely strong bones, which makes him look tall and tall, and his movements are full of explosive power!
The big man exuded an inexplicable aura, as if coming from the depths of the ancient wilderness, and was extremely dangerous!
Inadvertently, Su Zimo would feel palpitations in his heart!
Su Zimo had no idea what the background of this red-haired ghost was.
He only knows one thing: the red-haired ghost is a complete talker. He has been holding it in for who knows how many years, and he keeps talking and never stops!
"Little baby, you don't know how hard I am."
"This valley floor is isolated from the rest of the world. Apart from me, the only one left is that old bald donkey. As a result, this guy actually turned to practice silent meditation!"
"No matter what I say to him, this old bald donkey doesn't react at all. You can tell me how much I have suffered after so many years!"
Speaking of this, the big man looked excited, gritted his teeth, turned his huge hands into fists, and pounded the ground.
The forest of steles shook and the whole cemetery trembled!
Su Zimo couldn't help but reply: "Why are there two people and a young novice monk?"
After saying this, Su Zimo regretted it.
Sure enough, when the big man saw that Su Zimo actually responded, he became even more excited, his eyes gleamed, and he sat down in front of Su Zimo.
"When I talk about this little bald donkey, I get very angry."
"This little bald donkey fell from the top eight years ago. It was very good at first, and he was honest and honest. He came to the backyard every day to bring me food and chat with me..."
"In less than half a year, this little bald donkey stopped coming. It's really disgusting!"
The big man was full of grievances and complained.
Su Zimo thought to himself: "Senior brother Mingzhen can last for half a year, he is indeed a man of great perseverance!"
"Little monk, you can't imitate those two bald donkeys."
"Chatting with me will definitely benefit you!"
Su Zimo only felt that his head was dizzy, and he couldn't care about any good at this time.
If it weren't for the chains, he would have fled long ago and never set foot in the backyard again!
…
In the east, a hint of fish belly white gradually appeared.
The night passed in the middle of the big man's endless chatter.
The big man sighed with emotion and said: "Time flies so fast, I only said a little bit."
The big man turned his head and looked at Su Zimo. He was startled and asked in surprise:
"Hey, little monk, why are the circles under your eyes dark?"
"Are there so many bloodshot eyes in your eyes?"
"Your face doesn't look very pretty, does it? It's a bit green, could it be that you've been poisoned by corpse poison?"
"Hey, the muscles on your face are twitching. Are they cramping?"
Su Zimo was so angry that he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
Snapped!
The big man slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "I understand, little monk, did you not get a good rest last night?"
"rest?"
Su Zimo resisted the urge to knock the big man away with a punch, and kept grinding his teeth, and two words popped out between his teeth.
He would rather let him fight fiercely with the geniuses of the Northern Territory for three days and three nights than listen to another word from the big man.
This red-haired ghost is simply a demonic existence!
"Look, look, you little monk is so angry. Why are you staring with such big eyes?"
"If you have any grievances, let's tell them. Don't hold it in!"
The big man patted Su Zimo on the shoulder and said seriously.
Su Zimo panted heavily and lowered his head. He felt dizzy and dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
A strange light flashed across the big man's eyes.
I saw him waving, and a broken bowl filled with dew flew over from under the flowers and plants not far away.
The nail of the big man's index finger poked out half an inch, flashing with a cold light, and lightly scratched his thumb.
A small wound appeared on his thumb, and a stream of blood flowed out.
This wisp of blood was very small, not even one ten thousandth of a drop of blood. It fell into the dew in the broken bowl and quickly blended in.
The dew is still clear, and there is nothing strange about it.
This series of actions was extremely obscure and too fast.
The moment the big man took the broken bowl, his index finger and thumb separated at the touch. The wound on his thumb healed just as it appeared. Su Zimo lowered his head and didn't notice it at all.
The big man came to Su Zimo with the broken bowl in his hand and handed it over. He seemed to be smiling, but his voice suddenly became a little strange and full of confusion.
"Little monk, you are tired after a long night, please drink some water."
That night, although Su Zimo didn't speak much, he was really exhausted physically and mentally. Looking at the clear water in front of him, he felt his mouth go dry.
In addition, his head was dizzy now and he was not awake at all. He didn't think too much, so he took the broken bowl and drank it in one gulp.