Long Xing was shocked by the behavior of the white-haired beast. In a few breaths, he swallowed the woman whole like a glutton.
At this time, the size of the white-haired beast has grown a lot.
The white-haired beast picked up all the scraps of meat on the ground, stuffed it into its mouth, and swallowed it all before raising its head. It sniffed the air carefully with its nose. Looking for a new target, he leaped forward.
Hearing the noise, Long Xing hurriedly followed from behind the tomb. I was thinking about what to do with this cruel monster. Not far ahead, a woman carrying a basket and a child looked at the monster running towards them in panic.
Although the woman looked weak and weak, when faced with danger, she bent down, picked up her daughter, and ran quickly. Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong.
However, no matter how fast ordinary people run, how can they beat the white-haired beast who is about to become the zombie king? Within a few minutes, the white-haired beast approached the mother and daughter.
He was about to become the target of the white-haired beast, less than twenty meters away.
The little girl showed an innocent smile and lay on her mother's shoulder. She didn't know any fear and raised her face towards the chasing white-haired beast: "Come on, chase me, big white bear."
Seeing this situation, the white-haired beast became more and more excited, walked quickly, and arrived in front of it in a few leaps. The danger was at hand, and Long Xing's expression changed. He was also fascinated by the little girl's innocence. He felt that her smiling face looked very much like Wan'er's.
Long Xing no longer hesitated, roared, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it towards the white-haired beast. The white-haired beast didn't doubt the deception. When he heard the sound, he immediately turned back and looked towards Long Xing.
As soon as it turned its head, Long Xing's stone, carrying the spiritual wind, flew just in time and shot into one of the white-haired beast's eyes in an instant.
"Ouch!"
With its eyes smashed through, the white-haired beast immediately went crazy, gave up on the mother and daughter, and turned towards Long Xing.
Long Xing's purpose was to lure it away. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran with all his strength in the direction from which he came.
Long Xing's spiritual power was poured into his feet, and he was fast enough, but the crazy white-haired beast was faster. In less than a few minutes, he caught up to a distance of five meters behind him.
The white-haired beast pounced forward and rushed towards Long Xing's body. Long Xing's senses were sharp and he kicked a raised stone tablet sideways. Change direction and continue to run wildly.
The white-haired beast had an injured eye and could not change its direction in the air. By the time it landed, Long Xing had already run far away and hid behind a large mound of tombs, with deep thatch in front of it.
The white-haired beast's eyesight was not very good, and one of its eyes was injured. It relied entirely on its sense of smell and hearing to catch its prey. The cracked eyes were bleeding with pus and blood, interfering with its sense of smell. Long Xing's hiding place could be found there.
The white-haired beast wandered around the cemetery where Long Xing was hiding for several times but couldn't find it. It raised its head and roared, turned around and looked elsewhere.
Long Xing looked towards the tomb, looking at the white-haired beast gradually going away, and was about to take a breath. But a lamentation came from behind: "Amitabha, who is that white-haired donor? The roar is so loud, you will be punished if you bump into the Buddha!"
Long Xing was startled and turned around to see a cloth-bag monk appearing behind Long Xing at some unknown moment. He muttered something in his mouth.
Before Long Xing could stop him, he saw the Budai monk's eyes widening and he swallowed what he said next.
"Your uncle, why are you back again? Didn't you leave?" Budai monk said nothing, spit on Long Xing's face, turned around and ran away.
Long Xing was speechless. Aren't monks immune to all evil and possessing boundless magical power? Why did he stab the basket and run faster than the rabbit?
The white-haired beast roared and chased here. Long Xing did not dare to neglect, and he caught up with the Budai monk in a few leaps. The monk had a look of doubt on his face and suddenly slowed down: "Speaking of the donor, the poor monk will come to the front to arrange the arrangements later. You wait for the opportunity to guide the white-haired donor over. Let's see how the poor monk punishes it. Do you understand?"
Long Xing was about to say something back to him, but after thinking about it, if he faced the white-haired beast face to face, even he and the monk might not be opponents. But if a trap is laid, it will be different. I will be sure to deal with it, let alone this eye-catching monk.
Although he didn't know the depth of this Budai monk, from the aura emanating from him, Long Xing knew that this monk had enough magic power.
Seeing Long Xing nod, Budai monk immediately accelerated and soon surpassed Long Xing by a long way.
However, the white-haired beast was less than a few meters away from Long Xing. It flew towards Long Xing with a sharp hook and sharp claws, and directly brought strong wind to greet Long Xing's neck.
Long Xing had no choice but to turn and avoid in another direction. Not long after he ran out, he heard the curse from the Budai monk behind him: "Amitabha, your uncle, didn't you agree that the donor would attract the firepower and the poor monk would arrange it? Why did you leave this damn thing to me?"
Hearing the voice of Budai Monk, Long Xing was helpless. He had to hide, otherwise it would not be a joke to be caught by the white-haired beast.
The white-haired beast just pounced and was more than ten meters away, but it was not exactly where the Budai monk was. But Long Xing had already turned and fled, and the Budai monk was closer to the white-haired beast.
"Just hold on, I'll set it up soon." After shouting to Budai Monk, Long Xing ignored him and concentrated on setting up the trap.
Monsters like white-haired beasts have rough skin and thick flesh, so it is difficult to be hurt by ordinary sharp weapons. In addition, its soul is basically immune to it, and its mental power has little impact on it. The only way is to trap it, then suppress it, extract its resentment, and disintegrate and purify its toxins.
Long Xing thought of the Immortal Locking Cuff, which might be the best thing to deal with this kind of ghost.
There is an ancient method of catching ferocious beasts called trapping, which is to dig a pit in the ground that is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. Then compact the surrounding soil and pour water on it, and then calculate the foothold of the beast.
The function of the Immortal Locking Cuff is to wait for the beast to fall into the trap, then directly trap it at close range, locking the soul, and no matter how strong the body is, it will be in vain.
As long as the monster falls down, it will be narrow at the bottom and become tighter and tighter the more it struggles. The pressure on its belly and hind limbs became more severe, making it impossible for it to exert any energy. Plus the slippery effect of the slope. The sharp claws of the white-haired beast are difficult to bear on the wet soil.
Once it's trapped, the Immortal Locking Cuffs will come in handy.
Although this white-haired beast looks similar to a human being, once it falls, it will be like sitting on its butt in a toilet that is just big enough to accommodate itself. In that position, it was fixed with all four legs in the air, and there was no point of strength up and down. Even if it had the ability to reach the sky, it would not be able to escape.
It didn't take long to arrange all this. Long Xing's mental power formed a flying shovel, and he quickly made a trap.
He shouted to the Budai monk: "Bring him over here!"
