Fang Jindong in front of him suddenly grabbed me, "Hurry up, we are not his opponents!"
Fang Jindong, who was behind him, leaped over, sneered, grabbed me, and said to Fang Jindong, "You are fake. Ning Chuan, don't believe him."
I smiled and looked at Fang Jindong's eyes in front of me, "Take your knife over and let me have a look." He froze, took the knife and handed it to me. It's a good knife, with a cold light on the edge.
However, the blade of Fang Jindong's knife had already collapsed.
I took the knife in my hand and took a step back, "Go by yourself, I will stay here."
The Fang Jindong in front of him suddenly smiled, twisted his neck, his head was twisted strangely by himself, showing a strange arc. There was a crackling sound from all over, like the sound of broken bones, the whole person swelled sharply, his arms twisted backward, and scales gradually appeared on his face. The clothes on his body were originally messy and were stretched into rags.
It can be vaguely seen that there are actually no scales on this monster. Except for the vague traces of scales on his face, there is actually a layer of blood scabs on his body. What is strange is that a dense layer of red granulation formed on the blood scab. As the monster moved, blood stains faintly emerged from the granulation.
I stepped back a few steps, and the nearly two-meter monster in front of me was vaguely a snake with arms and legs. The forehead protrudes, and the two eyes are strangely separated on both sides of the forehead, and the eerie vertical pupils are looking at me and Fang Jindong.
Fang Jindong stepped forward and stood in front of me, and said, "You stand further and stand by the lake."
I was anxious to soak in the lake, watching Fang Jindong tangling with the monster from a distance, and I was a little worried about his strength. This monster is really weird.
What happened just now was too weird, and it will take a while to communicate with Fang Jindong to understand what happened. Enough to play a real and fake Monkey King.
The two played there for a long time, and to be precise, Fang Jindong and that thing are not human. In my speculation, Fang Jindong is a monster transformed by the Shao tribe, just to see if he is sane. It is still unknown what this monster who is good at disguising and can speak Mandarin is. At least it can be speculated that this monster will definitely not be the aborigines of this isolated canyon. Because he can speak Mandarin, he is also equipped with a knife, maybe there are others standing behind him.
The monster looked weird, but the actual combat power was not that strong. After fighting with Fang Jindong for a few times, he gradually couldn't hold it back. Fang Jindong had already torn off a few pieces of flesh and blood.
Fang Jindong is too cruel.
Just as Fang Jindong was about to capture the monster, a Buddha's name came from deep in the woods, and the hoarse voice was dragged for a long time. "Amitabha—" The monster suddenly twisted backwards strangely, and his neck made a crisp sound of bone cracks in the back of the monster's body. , Out of the battlefield.
A figure slowly walked out of the woods.
I was stunned when I heard the Buddha's horn, but I saw the true face of the person in front of me, and my scalp was numb.
The man put his hands together, and the other party approached the host: "You have to forgive and forgive, please stop."
On the little finger of his left hand, there was an empty, old wound that was gruesome. The little finger seemed to be smashed by a blunt object, leaving a valgus old fracture wound.
The man looked at me, "Ning Shizhu, long time no see."
I took a step back, looking pale, "Long time no see, Meng Qisheng."
Meng Qisheng laughed. The withered textures on his face were clumped together. He grinned with black gums, and the roots of his teeth had turned black. "Meng Qisheng is the name of my layman. Ning Shizhu should call me a monk."
The world has three thoughts, one for good, one for evil, and one for peace. This is the reason for the thought, but I don't know what Meng Qisheng's thought was.
Fang Jindong saw that my face was not so good, he walked over and stood in front of me staring at Meng Qisheng. The monster was already standing behind Meng Qisheng, a pair of vertical pupils staring straight ahead, the wound on his body was visibly crusted with naked eyes, and dense granular buds grew at the same time.
Meng Qisheng smiled and said: "Where in life does not meet each other, why doesn't Ning Shizhu speak?"
"What can I tell you?"
"Hahaha, speaking of it, I'm still the person arranged by Ning History, why are you so wary of me?"
"I even watch out for Ning's history. How can I talk about you?"
Meng Qisheng smiled again, "You look like your grandfather, but I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." He paused, and then said, "Since you and I met today, I think Ning's arrangements are still in order. To continue, I am very wary of the starvation by your side. I don’t want to separate you from him. I don’t want this starvation. The strength is indeed tyrannical, and it has been seen through by both of you. Go with the poor monk." Meng Qisheng clasped his hands together.
This demon monk's presence here must be the arrangement of Ning Hengqing. The more he walks down, the more he feels that Ning Hengqing's mind is deep. He has been dead for so many years, but he is still able to make things run orderly after him. It is really daunting, even if I am him. grandson.
As for this demon monk, it is even more unreliable. I don't know when he was eaten by him.
Fang Jindong looked at my face uncertainly, then turned around and said, "What's the matter with this person?"
I waved my hand. "It's a pervert, and it's not clear for a while, so let's get out of it first."
After that, he said loudly to Meng Qisheng: "It is indeed fate to be able to see Master Yi Nian, but it is a pity that we are not in the same way, so let's not pass it."
Meng Qisheng blocked the road and said with a smile: "The road hasn't been taken yet, how can you know that it is not the same way? Please tell me your way first."
This demon monk still likes to play the front of the machine so much, and I don't bother to tell him, taking Fang Jindong to go around him and return to the cliff. Meng Qisheng stretched out his hand to stop him, his dry arm resembling a black willow branch, "Since Donor Ning doesn't want to say your way, let Lao Na talk about my way, and Donor Ning will listen to whether we are the same way."
The old monk paused and said, "I went here to find the reason why the walking corpse was born, and this reason is not here, but in the ruins deep in the canyon over there. It is also to find the Japanese and Ning history back then. The reason why the team came here was to find the thing in the building. Nowadays, there are many people who come here. In addition to Lao Na and Ning Shizhu, there are also Sichuan and Shu Fangshi, Xiangxi cadavers, and The two old little Taoists surnamed Guo, the two companions of Ning Shizhu, and the father and son surnamed Gu from the capital.
"Donor Ning really thinks that you can really grab food and get what you want? Only Lao Na is willing to help Donor Ning and knows the inside story. And, there is no Lao Na, Ning Donor I'm afraid I can't go back.
"The magic of the mechanism hidden in the mountain wall, I am afraid that Ning Shizhu hasn't discovered it until now, right?" (End of this chapter)