"My God...save me..."
The old man fell to his knees, his cry of pain filled with unwillingness. He slammed his hand on the floor and whispered hoarsely: "My God... look at me..."
Stretching out his hand and lifting up the old man's collar, Zhou Li directly pulled the frail old man to his side. He stepped on the other person's chest and used force to separate the old man's head and hands, which were hunched over like a prawn. Then, Zhou Li squatted down and turned the other person's head to the right without expression, letting him see The view from inside the house.
Oil lamp...yes, oil lamp!
At this time, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted and he kept trembling. He found that the oil lamp that had been burning suddenly went out at some point, and the place that was originally full of statues was extremely dark. In addition, the windows of the house faced the mountains and did not leak moonlight. There was no light in the house at this time. .
In the dim room, Zhou Li's expression flickered, but his fierceness and indifference made the old man feel a look of fear rising in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhou Li's words.
"Your god can't be seen, right?"
Zhou Li slowly lifted the other party's collar, looked down at the other party's frightened face, and spoke calmly and coldly:
"Let me guess, your god wants to see the world and needs the medium of a statue, right?"
The old man's pupils suddenly trembled. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the understanding look on the other party's face. The village chief was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that the other party was just trying to trick him, confirming his suspicion. Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed in the village chief's eyes.
"I see."
Raising his head and looking at the extinguished oil lamps all over the room and the statues of gods hidden in the darkness, Zhou Li nodded and said, "Oil lamps are also a medium."
Suddenly, the old man's pretense of panic dissipated and was replaced by a sense of resentment and anger. He didn't expect that he had not deceived this young boy, and that he had managed to get all the important information out in just a few words. Even his intention of pretending to be frightened and trying to trick the other party into lighting the lamp was clearly seen.
Is he really this age?
"Can these mountain gods hear you?"
At this moment, a gentle and low voice sounded. The old man froze, and he slowly turned his head. The face of the man walking slowly out of the darkness could not be seen clearly, but the silver light emitted by the embroidered spring knife was extremely frightening.
"can not hear."
Zhou Li shook his head and said calmly: "If you can hear it, I can't get in at all."
"Too."
Qian Hu walked to Zhou Li and threw a half-dead man next to Zhou Li. At this time, the short man with sharp ears and monkey cheeks was covered in cuts and dripping with blood. The smell of blood all over his body made Zhou Li wrinkle his nose subconsciously.
Looking at the half-dead man on the ground, the old man was even more frightened. He raised his head in disbelief, trembling and unable to say anything.
"After the torture, the old man asked this boy to go to the temple and deliver a message to a man named Tai Sui. The content of the message was: If you have a good body, help me see how to exchange it."
Glancing at the man who was curled up on the ground and unable to stop shaking, Qianhu said coldly with disdain: "The famous flower-picking thief in the capital city happened to break into this place during an escape. After passing three levels, he stayed."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zhou Li nodded. The only task he had given Qianhu before was to keep an eye on the people around the village chief. If someone wants to go to the temple, stop them halfway and torture them.
"You're not stupid, at least not that stupid."
Zhou Li looked at the ashen old man on the ground and said in a deep voice:
"You have known for a long time that I have ulterior motives and want to sneak into the village. So you have manipulated the three levels of money, and at the same time you have been communicating with the mountain god. But you covet my Lingqi Master's body and my peerless beauty. So I want to act out a drama with me. If my guess is right, you have never thought of using the money eye and the silver handkerchief to control me. The real trump card is this cup of fairy gold."
Taking the golden cup aside, Zhou Li took off the water bottle from his wide sleeves, threw it into the other person's face, and sneered:
"As long as I let down my guard and try to pass the level like the first two levels and secretly pour the golden water into this kettle, you can use special means to control me, right?"
The old man was speechless. He knew that it was impossible for him to call for help now. As long as he had the tendency to cry out, not to mention Zhou Li who kept putting his hand on his throat, even the unpredictable Jin Yiwei beside him could cut him in two. Behead yourself. He stared blankly at the cup of fairy gold, but there was only despair and a sense of death in his eyes.
Qianhu, who was holding the long sword, was startled for a moment. Then he looked at Zhou Li and couldn't help but sigh at the young man's devilish calculations.
"I've told you so much, not just to see you show off your Sima face."
Zhou Li stood up, looked at the old man indifferently, and said, "Tell me, where is your mountain god?"
The old man sat sluggishly on the ground. After a while, he slowly raised his head, opened his mouth, and suddenly showed a weird smile. He grinned the corners of his mouth to the maximum, and even tore off his face, and blood burst out. He looked at Zhou Li and Qianhu, his mouth opened, and his hoarse voice slowly sounded.
"You don't have an eye for money, criticize silver skin, and drink fairy gold."
"Aren't you..."
Poof.
Looking at the long knife that penetrated his chest, a look of astonishment appeared on the old man's face. He turned his head tremblingly, raised his finger with difficulty and pointed at Qianhu, then tilted his head and fell down.
"You said so."
Qianhu drew out his long sword, faced Zhou Li's speechless expression, and said with a naive smile: "We can't watch him mutate."
"The good news is that this person is indeed going to mutate."
Zhou Li pulled the door latch with his hands behind his back, looked at the golden fluid gradually spreading over the old man's body, raised his head, and said seriously to Qianhu: "The bad news is that this old man can mutate even after he dies."
"run!"
Qianhu was unequivocal. At the moment when the golden liquid in the corpse transformed into a long thorn and pierced directly into his heart, Qianhu directly smashed the window on the side, with wood chips and wood splattering everywhere. Brick and Tile rolled to avoid the attack of the golden thorn behind him.
Just when Qianhu was about to get up and moisturize, a cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes, and the next second, a lump of silver material blocked his face.
He quickly looked back, and sure enough, the man's throat, which was still breathing, had been pierced by a golden thorn, and a silver substance was flowing out of his body.
"The men are gold, the men are silver, and the next one is the men's bronze."
Standing on one side of the street, Zhou made a cold joke that only he could understand. He looked at the statue of the Gold and Silver Mountain that was gradually blending and condensing. The corner of his mouth twitched, "These things can really be fused together."
"Looks like I got into trouble."
Qianhu walked to Zhou Li and sighed, "If we wait a little longer, there may be a better way."
As a scorpion spirit and Jinyiwei Qianhu, Qianhu understood at that moment that gold and silver merged that he had indeed been reckless.
If they had waited a little, at least Zhou Li and he would have had enough reaction time to drag the man with pointy ears and monkey cheeks away, and the weird liquid would have been reduced by half. Now it seems that this mountain god statue condensed with gold and silver is not something easy to deal with.
And the most important thing is...
Looking at the rows of wooden houses with lights on beside them, Qianhu's eyes flashed with solemnity. The speed shown by the golden liquid and silver liquid just now is no less than that of a fifth-grade spiritual energy master who explodes with full force, and the latter is no less than that of a fourth-grade spiritual energy master.
If everyone in this village is allowed to fuse, even if he tears his body apart and fights to the death as a demon, it will be difficult for Zhou Li to leave this place unharmed.
What should I do?
At this time, Qianhu couldn't help but look at Zhou Li who was standing aside. However, only then did he realize that Zhou Li, who should have been as concerned about the residents who might turn into monsters as he was, had only a slight solemn look on his face at this time, and a kind of confidence that Qianhu couldn't understand.
Why isn't he worried?
