The fat man then came over, knelt down and said, "In my words, ancestor, I am a disciple."
"Well, where did you catch this guy?"
The ancestor looked at his slender black nails and asked casually.
"On the mountain path in front of our Taoist temple."
The fat man answered truthfully: "I don't know why this fool came to our Shen Ding Sect's territory. I think it is God's will. It was given to the ancestor by God to make elixirs."
"Um."
The ancestor seemed to think that the fat man was right. He waved his hand and said, "Lock this man up first and use him next time I refine the [Human Soul Pill]."
"yes!"
The fat man stood up.
At this time, Lao Wu, the one-eyed man who had his eyeballs gouged out before, suddenly yelled: "You gouge my eyes, I will gouge yours too!"
After saying that, he staggered toward the ancestor with the iron rod in his hand!
Everyone was stunned. Anyone who dared to attack the ancestor was either a fool or a madman!
Obviously, this Lao Wu is the former.
However, everyone had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. If this fool could really kill the ancestor, then they would be liberated.
No one knows what kind of life they live day by day. The one thing they look forward to most is to see the sun tomorrow.
The ancestor had been sitting on the spot, motionless, looking at Lao Wu who rushed towards him with contempt, and said: "You ungrateful thing! If it weren't for me, you would have died outside!"
When Lao Wu heard his ancestor's voice, he re-determined his position and rushed towards him, waving the iron rod in his hand wildly.
Boom!
The iron rod hit the old ancestor firmly on the head. This old man was so strong that he actually broke the old ancestor's neck!
The fat man's eyes widened. The ancestor's neck was drooped to the side at an angle that humans could not reach. If a normal person was like this, he would definitely be dead.
But the ancestor still had a sneer on his face, and he said: "With your little ability, you still want to kill my Shending ancestor? What a joke!"
He raised his right hand, but there was no movement. Countless black lights suddenly flashed across Lao Wu's body.
The next moment, Lao Wu's body was in pieces as if it had been cut by a sharp wire. Even the iron rod in his hand was cut into pieces!
The ancestor's neck naturally returned to its position amidst the sounds of bones being dislocated. He yawned and ordered: "I tend to get sleepy when I get older. Take Lao Wu's body to the back kitchen and make it into broth. , everyone can eat meat tonight."
Everyone stared wide-eyed and did not dare to speak.
A thought flashed through their minds: The ancestor is indeed unkillable!
The fat second brother was the second-ranked among all the disciples and had the highest seniority. He immediately arranged for two junior disciples to pick up the body parts of the fifth brother scattered on the ground and send them to the kitchen for processing.
He carried the knife without emotion on his back and sent it to the iron prison behind the Taoist temple, where he kept it for his ancestor to make elixirs.
After being carried away by the knife, he woke up in a daze and found that he was being carried away by the fat man. He calmly touched his waist and found that the weapon was gone.
But this didn't bother him. He raised his hand and prepared to hit Fatty Lao Wu's carotid artery. As long as the force was strong enough and the speed was fast enough, he could knock the opponent unconscious.
Unexpectedly, he slapped him hard, only to find that his arm was limp and had no strength at all.
The fat man, Lao Wu, felt his neck being lightly beaten. He knew that he had gone to the knife and woke up without emotion. He warned: "You kid, please be honest, Fatty. Be careful, I will twist your hands and feet! Anyway, my ancestor only needs people to make elixirs." Just stay alive!"
"What did you do to my body?"
He moved the knife without emotion and asked in a deep voice: "Why can't I use my strength?"
In fact, not only was he unable to exert his strength, but he was also surprised to find that his system backpack and skills were also gray and unusable.
This is not a good thing, especially now that he is in the hands of others.
"I just fed you a pill refined by my ancestor."
Fatty Ah Wu kept walking and said as he walked: "Anyone who wants to be trained into elixirs must take it."
"Practice the elixir?"
He didn't understand what the other party was saying, but he could feel that it was definitely not a good thing.
After that, no matter what questions he asked, Fatty Ah Wu stopped talking.
It seems that he thinks that talking to a "medicine refining material" is a waste of time.
Carrying the knife on his back, he arrived in front of a house. Fatty Ah Wu threw the knife on the ground, slapped the closed door hard and shouted: "Aluo! Open the door!"
After a while, a man opened the door of the cell and said calmly: "It's Brother Awu. Who are you sending here today?"
He looked at the man named A Luo without emotion, and his eyes suddenly widened!
It's Zhang Ze!
Zhang Ze also recognized the person who was under the knife and was emotionless, but he didn't show any expression. It seemed that he didn't recognize the person who was under the knife but was emotionless.
He thought for a moment without thinking, lowered his head and did not open his mouth to acknowledge each other.
He knew that Zhang Ze would not recognize him if there were outsiders around now. This was for his own safety.
"Here, it's him!"
Fatty Ah Wu pointed at the knife without emotion and said: "You have to take good care of this person. Next time the ancestor refines the [Human Soul Pill], he will be used."
"Brother Wu, don't worry!"
Zhang Ze smiled and handed over his hand: "I have been guarding the cell for almost two years, and I have never made any mistakes."
"Yeah, that's right." Fatty Ah Wu also nodded: "If a prisoner escaped from you, you wouldn't survive today."
Just as he was about to leave, Fatty Ah Wu turned back and said, "Aluo, how have you considered what I told you last time?"
"Do you want to worship the ancestor as your teacher and become his 166th disciple?"
Zhang Ze sighed and said: "Brother Awu, I'm very stupid. Ancestor won't like me. I'd better stay in the cell and watch the door."
"Hey, you haven't tried it, how do you know it doesn't work?" Fatty Ah Wu was still confusing Zhang Ze: "As long as you become a disciple of the ancestor, you can get a [Life Extension Pill] every year, and you can live ten more years. Moreover, in the future, when the ancestor masters the [Shen Soul Pill], disciples who perform well may get it. If they eat it, they will become gods! Don’t you want it?"
Zhang Ze still shook his head: "Brother Wu, I am self-aware. I don't have that blessing, so don't try to persuade me."
"You guys, okay, I'm leaving!"
Fatty Ah Wu seemed disappointed, waved his hand and turned away.
Zhang Ze walked up to Shandao Fuqing, helped him up, and walked towards the cell. The two of them had no communication the whole time, just like strangers.
However, he could feel Zhang Ze's hand holding his arm and squeezing it rhythmically.
He immediately realized: "It's Morse code! Rakshasa uses this method to communicate with me!"
After deciphering, he understood what Zhang Ze meant: "Stop talking, there is an informant here!"
