"Damn, Lao Yinbi, don't go too far, it was Master Dao and I who suppressed him!"
Following Mao Yongan's shrill scream, Wang Ye relied on his powerful body functions to take the lead in coming to the old man: "Haha, each other!"
Ignoring the strange Buddha statue, he pointed at the meat scraper in the old man's hand and touched it.
This thing looks similar to a boning knife.
But sometimes, the meat scraper can do things that the boning knife cannot, such as... long-range attacks!
When I meet some guys who are playing with mental power, I fight with them, relying on the speed of recovery of my body functions, I can also use up the energy to kill others!
As for the pain...
Haha, I would have died if I was afraid of the pain.
Even Mao Yong'an, who was jumping up and down in pain, didn't flinch for the baby.
Sure enough, Mao Yongan directly passed the meat scraper and grabbed the Buddha statue in the center of the altar.
Wang Ye couldn't help cursing secretly. There was obviously a big problem with the Buddha statue. The old monk didn't know how long he could control it. Touching the Buddha statue randomly was simply seeking death.
This guy is more desperate than himself for the baby.
The moment Wang Ye took the meat scraper away, Mao Yongan's hand also touched the Buddha statue.
On the altar, the little man in monk's robes moved his eyes strangely, staring at Mao Yong'an with a sinister smile.
The mouth suddenly opened and bit his finger.
With a 'click' sound, Mao Yongan's finger was bitten by the villain in his mouth, and he kept chewing it.
Strangely, there was no blood on Mao Yongan's finger. Through the wound, you could vaguely see a layer of straw inside.
"Scarecrow again?"
"I wonder why this guy is so brave!"
"Perhaps even the initial injury and bleeding were staged?"
"No, it's impossible. With Mao Yong'an's character, how could he let a fake body carry that black backpack."
Looking at the situation, Wang Ye analyzed it instantly, scanning the surroundings with his eyes. There seemed to be a figure moving in the shadow of the door.
Sure enough, this guy is not simple either.
At this time... the stiffness of the old man's body disappeared, leaving only half of his intact body twisting slightly. He looked at Wang Ye, still with a gentle smile on his face: "Little donor, can you return the knife to the old monk?"
There was a strange sharpness in the old man's voice. Wang Ye's eyes instantly became dazed, his whole person became sluggish, and he walked towards the old monk stiffly.
Mao Yongan's fake body quickly retreated, and from the shadow of the door, another Mao Yongan came out with a hint of anxiety: "Wang Ye, retreat!"
As if he couldn't hear any sound, Wang Ye still walked forward numbly, came to the old man's side, and slowly raised the hand holding the bone scraper.
The old man smiled with satisfaction and raised his hand to take it.
The next second, a glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, his body speed instantly increased, he held the meat scraper and pierced the old man's forehead hard.
The old man's pupils were slightly dilated, and the aura on his body gradually dissipated.
Wang Ye's eyebrows also exploded, and his head felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Blood dripped down his eyebrows, staining his entire face red.
His breath also instantly became weak, and he staggered back two steps, sitting on the ground, panting constantly, and his blood-covered face was filled with a ferocious look.
Mao Yongan looked at this scene, slightly stunned, with confusion in his eyes.
The Buddhists have always been proficient in the art of bewitchment. How could a martial artist like Wang Ye, who simply trained his body, be able to withstand this attack?
After a long time, Wang Ye, who had regained some strength, endured the severe pain in his head, wiped the blood on his face, and sneered at the old man who had lost all signs of life.
"The ghost knife can't cut you, but the meat scraper is here!"
"Old man, you have personally tested the effect of this meat scraper on you!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye looked at the Buddha statue placed quietly in the center of the altar, trying hard to mobilize his body functions and restore his own strength.
The Buddha's way of bewitching is certainly terrifying, but what a coincidence, he has eaten one of the Thunder Sound Fruits, and is naturally resistant to Buddhist things.
Moreover, the unknown black fruit not only strengthened his body's functions, but also stimulated the growth of his mental power due to the severe pain.
The most important thing is that he also carries a Buddhist wooden fish in his pocket.
When the old monk spoke, the wooden fish shook slightly, canceling out the strange energy on its own!
Speaking of which, it seems that the whole outfit of my body is specially designed for this group of Buddhists.
Ignoring Mao Yongan's doubts, Wang Ye seized the time and continued to restore the strength in his body. The backlash effect brought by this meat scraper was simply stronger than the boning knife.
He had a vague hunch that the matter was far from settled.
Mao Yongan unexpectedly became quiet for a rare moment, standing silently in the corner, constantly examining the Buddha statue on the altar.
In fact, he didn't know this thing, he just subconsciously judged that it was a very powerful supernatural item.
In order to let Wang Ye leave and have it all to himself, there was a series of performances.
However, Wang Ye did not expect to be fooled, and he looked like a clown.
Moreover, it would be better if he and Wang Ye returned empty-handed, but looking at the meat scraper that Wang Ye had been holding tightly in his hand, Mao Yongan felt distressed for no reason.
After so many years of treasure hunting, this is the first time I have suffered a loss.
The room fell into complete silence. The old man had completely turned into a corpse and fell to the ground. His head was still looking at Wang Ye's position with a strong look of reluctance.
Because the Buddha statue on the altar lacked meat, the cunning smile in its eyes diminished, and it became slightly irritable. Its eyes kept scanning, and when they passed by Wang Ye, they flashed with greed.
Outside the door, the ghost slaves were still roaring and devouring each other.
As time went by, the sound became quieter and quieter until it disappeared.
Wang Ye's breath gradually became stable, and his pale face gradually became rosy.
At this time...
The roaring sound of the ghost slave outside the door completely disappeared.
The air was a bit solemn, with the smell of blood, and it fell into an eerie silence.
Wang Ye squinted his eyes slightly, put away the meat scraper, slowly pulled out the ghost knife, and waited silently.
With vigilance in his eyes, Mao Yongan assembled the exaggerated mortar again and carried it on his shoulders.
At this time...
The door suddenly opened.
A ghost slave with a mutilated body, missing most of his flesh and blood, and exuding a powerful coercion, walked in.
His belly was distended to an exaggerated degree, as if it would burst at any moment.
On the altar, the smile in the eyes of the strange Buddha statue returned again, full of bloodthirsty.
