Chapter 591 A Bowl of Water

Su Zimo was carried by the big man in the palm of his hand, like a weak chicken, with no resistance at all!

You must know that although his cultivation base is completely useless, the power of his body and blood is still there.

However, when the big man's five vigorous fingers grabbed his neck, he couldn't move at all, and could only watch himself being carried deep into the cemetery!

"how so?"

"Those chains can't lock this red-haired ghost?"

"Since he can't be locked, why is the red-haired ghost still staying in this cemetery honestly?"

"Does Master know about this?"

"What's his relationship with this red-haired ghost?"

In an instant, Su Zimo's heart was filled with countless confusions, and his mind was in chaos.

In addition, the red-haired ghost was always chattering in his ear, talking non-stop, all of which were irrelevant, Su Zimo felt that his head was about to explode!

boom!

Su Zimo was thrown to the ground, and was about to jump up, when there was a clatter, and a thick chain was wrapped around his body.

boom!

Su Zimo mobilized the power of his bloodline to earn it with all his strength!

No movement!

The chain looked rusty, but it was so hard that it couldn't break free.

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 chirped, and his whole body suddenly shrank!

Easy muscles and 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 to bring him back.

Even if there was no malicious intent, Su Zimo couldn't bear it just by listening to the big man buzzing around him.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo's body has just shrunk, and the chains on his body have also shrunk, locking his body deadly, and there is no gap to escape!

"Quack quack!"

The big man sat on the ground, his eyes twinkling with playfulness, and grinned: "This junk can't lock me, but it's too easy to lock you, you should save some effort."

Su Zimo tried again, but he really couldn't break free of the chains, so he could only give up, frowning at the big man.

As they got closer, Su Zimo realized that there was not much flesh and blood on the big man's body, almost only skin and bones.

But the skeleton of the big man is huge and the bones are extremely thick, so he looks tall and tall, and his gestures are full of explosive power!

The body of the big man exudes an inexplicable aura, as if from the depths of the ancient wilderness, extremely dangerous!

Inadvertently, Su Zimo will feel a burst of heart palpitations!

Su Zimo had no idea what the red-haired ghost had.

He only knows one thing, the red-haired ghost is a full-fledged talker, and he doesn't know how many years he has held back.

"Little baby, you don't know how hard I am."

"The bottom of the valley is isolated from the world. Apart from Lao Tzu, there is only the old bald donkey. As a result, this fellow turned to practice the closed mantra!"

"No matter what Lao Tzu said to him, this old bald donkey didn't react at all. You said how much Lao Tzu suffered after so many years!"

Speaking of this, the big man was excited, gritted his teeth, and clenched his huge hands into fists, banging the ground.

The forest of steles shook, and the entire cemetery was shaking!

Su Zimo couldn't help but reply, "Why are there two people and a little novice."

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 lit up, and he sat down in front of Su Zimo.

"Speaking of this little bald donkey, I can't help but get angry."

"This little bald donkey fell from the top six years ago. It was very good at the beginning. It was honest and honest. Every day, he ran to the backyard to deliver food to Laozi and chat with Laozi..."

"In less than half a year, this little bald donkey stopped coming. It's really hateful!"

The big man was full of grievances and complained.

Su Zimo thought to himself: "Brother Mingzhen can last for the first half of the year, he really is someone with great perseverance!"

"Little monk, you can't learn from those two bald donkeys."

"Chat with Lao Tzu, and you will definitely benefit from it!"

Su Zimo only felt that his head was dizzy, and he didn't care about the benefits at this time.

If it weren't for the chains, he would have fled long ago and would never step into the backyard again!

...

In the east, a hint of fish belly white gradually appeared.

Amid the constant chatter of the big man, the night just passed.

The big man sighed with emotion and said, "Time flies so fast, I just said a little bit."

The big man turned his head and looked at Su Zimo. He was shocked and asked:

"Hey, little monk, why are your eye circles dark?"

"You have so much blood in your eyes?"

"You don't look good, do you? It's a little blue, you won't be poisoned by corpse, right?"

"Hey, the muscles on your face are twitching, are they cramping?"

Su Zimo was furious, rolled his eyes, and almost fainted.

Snapped!

The big man patted his forehead and suddenly realized: "I see, little monk, did you not rest well last night?"

"rest?"

Su Zimo resisted the urge to knock the big man flying with a punch, and kept grinding his teeth, two words popping out between his teeth.

He would rather let him fight with the arrogance of the Northern Territory for three days and three nights, and he would not listen to the big man again.

This red-haired ghost is simply a demonic existence!

"Look, look, you little monk, you have such a big temperament, what are you doing with those big eyes?"

"What grievances do you have, let's say it, don't hold back!"

The big man patted Su Zimo's shoulder and said earnestly.

Su Zimo panted heavily and lowered his head, only to feel dizzy for a while, his limbs weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

In the eyes of the big man, a strange light flashed.

I saw him beckoning, and under the flowers and plants not far away, a broken bowl full of dew flew over.

The nail of the big man's index finger was slightly sticking out half an inch, flashing with a cold cold light, and he stroked his thumb lightly.

A small wound appeared on the thumb, and a wisp of blood flowed out.

This strand of fresh blood was very little, even less than 1/10,000 of a drop of blood, fell into the dew of the broken bowl, and quickly merged into it.

The dew was still clear, and there was nothing unusual about it.

This series of actions is extremely obscure and too fast.

The moment the big man took over the broken bowl, the index finger and the thumb were immediately separated, and the wound on the thumb had just healed. 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 with a half-smile, his voice suddenly became a little weird and full of bewitching.

"Little monk, you've also been tired all night, drink some water."

This 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 a dry mouth.

In addition, his head is dizzy now, he is not awake at all, and he doesn't think too much. He took the broken bowl and drank it with his head up.