The old man with white beard and village chief's decision was right.
When the angry villagers came to the bald and strong monk, they didn't even say a word of unnecessary nonsense. They all raised the farm tools in their hands in tacit agreement and smashed them at him with all their strength.
Seeing this scene, the white-bearded old village chief's eyes widened, he swallowed, and stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, filled with fear.
He was congratulating himself that he had taken a few steps back. If he had still stood in the same position just now, the villagers who were blinded by anger might accidentally hurt him unintentionally.
If he was accidentally injured by them, even if he was the village chief, he would not be able to hold everyone accountable, so he would have no place to reason and could only admit that he was unlucky.
The physical fitness of a third-level spiritual apostle is already very strong for ordinary people, not to mention that the bald and strong monk is also a novice monk and has the blessing of strong body skills.
With the blessing of physical strength skills, his physical strength and physical resistance to physical attacks are much stronger than ordinary third-level domain apostles.
Su Yumo's ghost energy invaded the body of the strong bald monk. Although under the influence of the ghost energy, he became extremely weak and could not use his strength.
But his physical strength was not greatly affected.
Ordinary people, if they are cut by a hoe, chopped by a sickle, or chopped by an ax, they will not only die on the spot, but at least they will be excruciatingly painful.
But when these attacks fell on the bald, strong monk, they would only scratch his clothes and leave a slightly red mark on his skin.
On the contrary, the villagers' hands were numb and their arms were shaking due to the force of the shock coming from the farm tools.
However, there are so many of these villagers. If one can't do it, then ten will do it; if ten can't do it, then there will be a hundred!
One hundred people took turns, and they no longer believed that they could not kill the "monster" in front of them!
The villagers planned to grind the bald monk to death, which made him suffer a lot.
Although the attacks from these villagers cannot break through his defenses for the time being, they do not pose a great threat to his life.
However, the pain is real!
In particular, many villagers hit him in the face, causing his nose to become crooked.
As the saying goes, "Slap someone in the face instead of hitting someone in the face. A slap in the face hurts self-esteem."
Although the bridge of his nose was broken, this minor injury was nothing to the bald monk, and it could not hurt his life.
But being slapped in the face, and being slapped in the face in turn, kept hitting him in the face. The psychological harm caused by this humiliation to him was far greater than the physical harm.
At this moment, he felt a sense of sadness and indignation as if a dragon was being teased by a shrimp while diving, or a tiger was being bullied by a dog.
The bald and strong monk raised his head with all his strength, looked at Wang Yu's back, and shouted with all his strength: "Da Ju is the most important thing! If you have the guts, kill me as soon as possible! Let these trash humiliate me, this What kind of?"
"If you don't kill me, I will look down on you! You trash, garbage, coward! Am I wrong to say that you are a coward? You are a coward. You can't even kill me. Don’t dare!”
"Oh... ugh! ugh! ugh!"
The bald and strong monk knew that he was destined to die this time, but instead of being slowly tortured to death by these villagers, it could even be said that he was humiliated to death.
He would rather be killed cleanly by Da Ju.
Therefore, he chose to insult Wang Yu, hoping to anger him and make him kill him.
But what he didn't expect was that after he had just said a few words, and before he even cursed, a villager with quick eyesight and quick hands blocked his mouth with a smelly sock.
The smelly socks that had not been washed for years, were full of dirt, and even had some hardness, exuded a horrible smell that would make a dog foam at the mouth immediately.
As soon as he stuffed it into the mouth of the bald, strong monk, he immediately felt that his nasal cavity was hit by a terrifying stench, making him feel dizzy and his stomach was churning.
At this moment, how could he think of provoking Wang Yu?
Right now, he only had one thought in his mind, to quickly take this disgusting thing out of his mouth and throw it as far as he could!
But it's a pity that he is determined to kill the thief now and has no way to save himself. What he is thinking about is to hold back his nausea and use his tongue to push the smelly socks out of his mouth, but his tongue just can't use any strength.
With his mouth blocked by the smelly socks, and smelling the lingering odor of the smelly socks, the bald and strong monk burst into tears.
He really didn't expect that he was not killed by other spiritual realm apostles in this world, nor was he killed by monsters in the spiritual realm copy.
But he was going to be stuffed with smelly socks and beaten to death by a group of NPCs in the dungeon that he despised.
What a shame!
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Wang Yu walked towards the three remaining spiritual realm apostles in Minghuang Mountain. His speed was not fast, it could even be said to be slow and leisurely.
He was not afraid of these people running away at all, and he also believed that they did not dare to run away.
Walking in front of these three people, he was about to speak when he heard the insults coming from behind him from the bald and strong monk, and his face suddenly darkened.
Originally, he just wanted to warn them not to seek death like the bald and strong monk. As long as they didn't mess with him, for Wanzhu's sake, he wouldn't go against them.
But when the insults from the bald monk came, he immediately changed his tune, pointed behind him with his hand, and said in a stern tone: "That guy, if anyone dares to save him, I will kill him! Understand. ?”
"Understood! Understood!" The three people in front of them, even the woman who had talked back to Wang Yu before, were nodding their heads anxiously at this moment and saying in unison.
Seeing their reaction, and hearing the insults from the bald monk behind him, Wang Yu's expression softened slightly and he continued: "I can see that what he did is what the hell are you talking about?" You don’t even know, otherwise, you wouldn’t be merciful to those villagers.”
"So, he has to die, but you can leave a life! As for me, I always keep my word. Since I promised Wanzhu to spare your life and let you live, I will keep my word. "
"But the premise is that you don't seek death, don't cause trouble, and don't come to provoke me. Otherwise, that bald head will be your fate! Do you understand?"
"Understood! Understood!" The three people's heads were nodding like crazy. They kept saying "understand" in their mouths. They were afraid that if they spoke too slowly, the evil star in front of them would treat themselves as a leader and teach them a lesson. .
Wang Yu expressed that he was very satisfied with the performance of the three of them.
He nodded, and then asked: "Now that I understand, why are you still standing here?"
The three spiritual apostles from Minghuang Mountain quickly turned around and ran towards the house. After entering, they even closed the door.
Wang Yu looked at these three guys who were frightened by him, rolled his eyes, shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything.
After all, if it were him, he might be able to run faster than them!
He sighed with emotion, then turned to look at Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi, and asked: "This matter is almost over. Now, I plan to go to the village chief's son and ask about those fragments. I always feel like there’s something weird about what he said last time.”
"Are you planning to stroll around the village, go back to that house, or do you want to go with me to meet the village chief's son?"
Before Lu Ziyi could speak, Nangong Lingxi rushed to say: "This village is shabby and small. Let alone entertainment facilities. Apart from the villagers' houses and fields, there is nothing else. What is there to see? ah?"
"The same goes for that house. There is nothing to play with. Your demon pet is just lying on the bed. He would rather sleep next to Wan Zhu than play with us."
"It's not even willing to let us get close! Come closer to it, and it's still trying to hurt us, let alone touch it twice. It's too boring to stay there."
"How about we go with you to meet the village chief's son, and then go to the woods with you?"
“With multiple people and multiple wisdoms, we can better identify problems!”
