Su Fu swallowed nervously, and at Zhang Xiaoman's signal, he slowly retreated to the door, a strong expectation rising in his heart.
Su Fu thought he was very accurate in judging people, but the young man in front of him gave him a different impression from the previous ones. This is not only reflected in his acting style, he can clearly feel that the confidence exuded by Zhang Xiaoman is not hypocritical at all.
"Maybe, this time it's true..." He prayed silently in his heart.
Zhang Xiaoman took a few steps forward and came to the bed. He looked calmly at Master Su who was lying on the bed, but in his heart he kept calling the names of the gods and Buddhas in turn, praying for the blessings of the big guys.
Reaching into his left pocket, Zhang Xiaoman took out the spare magazine he had been carrying, carefully removed a holy water bomb from it, and slowly pressed it on Su Changqing's forehead.
"Ba."
Only Zhang Xiaoman could hear the slight sound of the holy water bullet breaking. He felt his fingertips get wet and saw a small water stain on the middle of Su Changqing's forehead.
Zhang Xiaoman immediately retracted his hand and quickly took a step back, preparing to avoid the vision that might happen next.
However, to his disappointment, nothing happened to Su Changqing. The room remained quiet as usual, and he could only hear the beeping sound from the medical equipment from time to time.
A large bead of sweat slipped from Zhang Xiaoman's face, and he felt a sudden surge in his heart and became a little uneasy.
My holy water has no effect on it. Is this a monster that is not suppressed by holy water? Or is it that there is no monster at all, and that Master Su just has some kind of disease that cannot be detected by current medicine?
Zhang Xiaoman was so confused that he felt that he was going to fail in his pretense this time.
Subconsciously looking at the face on Su Changqing's belly, Zhang Xiaoman suddenly had a thought in his mind, "Could it be that I made a mistake? The place where the monster is attached is actually on the belly. I'm somewhere else." It’s useless to pour holy water on the place, you have to use it on the face on his belly?”
Zhang Xiaoman didn't dare to delay. He quickly took out another holy water bomb from the magazine, then endured the feeling of nausea and reached out to press the eyebrows of the weird face.
"Ba."
A slight cracking sound was heard again, and Zhang Xiaoman did not retreat this time, looking unblinkingly at the place where the water stains had spread.
Unfortunately, Su Changqing's body still didn't react at all.
Zhang Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, it was over! It's over!
He had pretended to be such a big deal just now, and now he has ended up like this. Where would he put his old face?
Su Fu on the side saw Zhang Xiaoman first taking out a strange black object, and then taking out something unknown from it, carefully placing it on his son, and then he took a posture of waiting to see what would happen. This made him stare at his son on the hospital bed as if he were in danger for a while, without daring to shift his gaze at all.
However, even after he waited for a long time, and even after Master Pei changed the previous action and repeated it, his son still did not make any movement, just like the previous masters who came here. Same as ever.
"Could it be...he is also a liar?"
Thinking of this, Su Fu's heart suddenly sank, and a bad premonition began to emerge in his mind.
"Master...this..." He couldn't help but want to ask.
Zhang Xiaoman looked extremely serious at this time, and suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Su Fu's words. Even though he was panicking now, the expression on his face was calm, as if everything was as expected.
Su Fu fell silent, and a sense of expectation rose again in his heart.
"Maybe I was too impatient just now..."
At this time, Zhang Xiaoman put his hand into his pants pocket and slowly took out a small bottle filled with transparent liquid. His whole body began to exude a solemn atmosphere.
That's right, what was in this small bottle was less than a third of the dew of divine grace that he had been reluctant to use!
Su Fu looked aside and narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the young man in front of him seemed to be serious about it.
Zhang Xiaoman painfully unscrewed the cap of the bottle containing Divine Grace Dew, which he had always been reluctant to use.
You must know that the power of holy water alone is so great. Just 4 milliliters is enough to kill a terrifying adult corpse demon.
And he had less than half a bottle of green-grade divine grace dew, which he regarded as his trump card. If it wasn't for the fact that the holy water didn't work, and if I had accidentally pretended to be so, then I would have been reluctant to use it for experiments.
Yes, Zhang Xiaoman is doing experiments now. Because he knew that using Divine Grace Dew this time would most likely not have any effect.
In his opinion, the difference between holy water and divine grace should be the difference in power, but the holy water was completely ineffective when used just now.
That means that the strange thing in front of me is not in the same system as the ones I encountered before, and is completely unaffected by this restraint.
Otherwise, the holy water would not be ineffective, and it should stir up some ripples.
But now, God's Enlu is his last hope, and he can only try it with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live doctor.
With his hands trembling slightly, Zhang Xiaoman tried hard to control his strength and poured out a drop of Divine Grace Dew with great care.
As the transparent water droplets fell, Zhang Xiaoman did not dare to look away at all. Even Su Fu, who was standing at the door, was looking at the water droplet with great concentration and did not dare to make any sound.
…
In this deathly silence, the watch made a slight "click" sound ten times, but Su Changqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, still had no reaction. Everything Zhang Xiaoman did just now seemed to be a self-directed A self-acted drama is average.
God’s grace is ineffective!
It’s over, it’s really over this time!
Zhang Xiaoman tightened the bottle cap somewhat mechanically. Shen Enlu came back defeated after his first appearance. He seemed to have seen Su Fu's angry expression when he realized that he had been tricked, and the group of old gods outside the villa. The fancy ridicule of the sticks.
"Hey, this is such an embarrassing story. If I had known I would have stopped pretending a little bit before..." Zhang Xiaoman slowly turned around, prepared to be ridiculed.
"It seems that my name, Zhang Xiaoman, will be laughed at mercilessly from now on..."
He was just about to shake his head to express his depression, but suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Wait a minute, I seem to be Pei Laoliu now?"
"Aha!"
"Ahem... I'm sorry, Master Six..."
