Although I had heard Master talk about it before, it was still very surprising to see it suddenly under such circumstances. Qin Bukong's beard is very thick, and when others see him, they will think there are fleas in his beard. So when he half-tilted his head and faced me with his left cheek, I not only heard the extremely weird voice, but also saw a small mouth in the beard, not far from the mouth. There are two very small eyes, which together with the mouth barely form a face no bigger than a palm. The face was actually smooth and there was no beard. It was just that the beard around Qin Bukong was too long, so it was rolled over to cover his face.
After hearing the words "They want to burn me," I was dumbfounded. After saying this, Qin Bukong stretched out his left hand, and then seemed to be taking something out of his small mouth. Soon he took out a grain of rice, which was white and dyed with a little red. When the thing came close to me, I saw clearly that it turned out to be a small tooth.
It seemed that my unexpected punch just now broke the teeth in his second mouth. Then Qin Bukong opened his small mouth and spat, spitting out a pool of bloody saliva from his mouth. It was a small pool, but it spit directly into my face.
Then he moved his beard again to cover his second mouth, then turned his face to me and said to me, now do you know why I wanted to kill people in the first place. Because the people I have helped will harm me in the end. I have been like this since I was a child. I have been bullied and teased all the way up. In the eyes of everyone, I am a monster. Since everyone is unwilling to sincerely accept me, then I simply had no contact with them. Before others abandoned me, I abandoned everyone first.
He stood up straight and said to me, "But your master, I don't use him as a shield." Although he was seriously injured because of me, it was not me who caused him to be like this. I can only say that he was unlucky. He didn't have time to defend himself and was caught by the ghost. At that time, I was attacked by the ghost and fell to the ground. In fact, I pulled him to make him fall to the ground too, which would be safer, but When your master was captured by a ghost, my strength was not as strong as the master's, so I didn't have time to help.
He said it in an understatement, but to my ears, I vaguely felt that he was telling the truth. After all, my whole body is now captured by him. If he wants to kill me, it will only be a matter of snapping his fingers, so he really has no reason to lie to me. So I told Qin Bukong, but my master felt that there was a force pushing him at the time. Now you are just saying that you have never done it. Do you have any evidence to prove it?
Qin Bukong sneered and said, proof? Do I have any reason to prove it to a little bastard like you? I said I haven't done it, so I haven't done it. It's your business to believe it or not. Why should I prove to you who you are to me? What he said was actually right. Although it seemed a bit like being a rogue, there was really no need to prove it to me. He went on to say, I, Qin Bukong, have only relied on myself my whole life, and I can do whatever I want. Not to mention that it was not me who harmed your master. Even if it was me, what can you do to me?
After speaking, Qin Bukong pointed to the damaged stone door and said, the guy who harmed your master is behind the door now. If you want revenge, just go to him and take revenge. As soon as he said this, Qin Bukong reached out and snapped his fingers, and the power that bound me disappeared instantly. I stood on the ground and almost fell down. Now that I can move freely, Qin Bukong is right in front of me again, but I no longer dare to rush forward and take action. Because since he dared to let me go, it showed that he was confident, so I'd better not ask for trouble.
But I was not convinced, so I snorted and said, you just know how to do some evil magic and let your yin soldiers help you control your opponents. Apart from these, you may not have any real abilities. What I said was actually a bit angry. Of course I knew he was a real person. Unexpectedly, he laughed after hearing this, as if what I just said was so stupid. He smiled and said, Yin soldiers? Are you just playing something so low-level? You retard, what just bound your hands and feet was not the Yin soldiers, but my soul snake.
This was the first time I heard the name "Soul Snake", but I soon thought of his Miao identity. In many places in Miao territory, some witchcraft users would collect animal souls for their own use. Qin Bukong probably collected mostly snakes. No wonder you can keep Ganmu by your side for thirty years.
Qin Bukong pointed towards the stone gate, and then said, why are you still standing there, go quickly! I'm waiting to see you take revenge. I knew I was no match, but I had to take a few steps forward. When he passed Qin Bukong, he suddenly said coldly, I was almost done with this matter, but if you make such a fuss, the ghost may not give way so easily. You caused the trouble yourself, come and fix it for me.
After saying that, he kicked one foot back against the wall, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked like he was watching the fun. I knew that I would not be able to fly this time. It felt very strange to risk death knowing the outcome. So I began to feel a little annoyed at my impulsiveness at that time, but there was no way out.
I walked slowly to the door, staring at the dark space behind the crack. I couldn't see anything but darkness. But no matter what, he couldn't take his eyes away from the black gap. When I was only about half a foot away from the stone door, I suddenly heard an extremely sad sigh coming from inside the door. The voice came directly to my ears through the gap in the stone door. It sounded like a man and a woman, using the same accent at the same time, in an empty but large space, with the same echo.
Such sighs, although sad, are not extremely sad, but are filled with helplessness and disappointment. It was as if it had been telling me not to open the door, but I didn't listen and opened it anyway. In fact, I didn't want to open it, but Qin Bukong was threatening me and there was nothing I could do. Gathering up the courage, I put my hand on the door, grabbing the gap with my fingers for strength. Then I started to pull back. After a heavy sound of the stone door, I had already opened the door halfway.
But at this moment, even though I was on guard, I didn't expect that a figure suddenly jumped out of the darkness as quickly as a leopard in the mountains. I expected such a result, but I didn't expect that its speed would be so fast. Before I even had time to raise my left hand, Zi Weibao was thrown to the ground by a force.
This feeling of rushing towards me was very strange. It didn't feel like a collision between two objects, but more like a strong wind gathering together. And when I fell to the ground, I clearly felt that my feet seemed to be Being dragged by a strong suction force, his body began to slide in the direction of the door involuntarily. And just when this feeling first appeared, that grimace that I had never seen before appeared in front of me concretely and clearly.
Everything was just like what Master told me before on the hospital bed. The ghost just straddled my waist in a posture similar to riding a horse. But no matter how carefully I looked, I couldn't see the ghost's lower body. It seems to have the shape of the entire lower body, but it is like a piece of cotton cloth that has just been extinguished by an open flame. It is still burning inside, so thick smoke is emitted. The misty "smoke" in my lower body was flying everywhere, and soon I smelled a strong smell of rotten eggs in my nose. The strength of this smell is directly related to the strength of the ghost itself. The smell I smelled at that time can no longer be described as smelly, but extremely pungent.
I tried to raise my hand to fight, but found that except for my head, I could not move anywhere else. While I was twisting and struggling, I looked up and saw Qin Bukong standing upside down in my sight. His expression was still very cold, as if he wanted to stand there and watch me die, with no intention of helping me. And the ghost's face also changed rapidly. Each face was someone I had never seen before, and everyone's expression was grinning. This feeling was actually very strange. In just a few seconds, Here, it changed at least ten faces in front of me.
The pressure on my body is getting heavier and heavier. My skin all over my body feels like it is being pulled by countless hands from all directions. It is not painful, but it feels very tight, as if my skin will be torn apart at any time. Generally cracked. Feeling uncomfortable, I began to grit my teeth and close my eyes to endure it with all my strength. At this moment, a needle-pricking feeling came from my chest. I immediately opened my eyes to look, only to find that this ghost was coming out of his body. A hand has the same shape, but is made of powdered smoke of different colors. The hand holds a sharp bronze tool with a handle on one end and an inverted triangle on the other end.
I know this thing. It is slightly longer than an ordinary dagger. It has no handle. At the end of the handle, there is an image of a god, Buddha or ghost. The part where the handle connects to the cross blade is carved with many strange shapes. Although I didn’t carefully identify what the pattern was engraved on, I could tell that it had an obvious religious meaning. The luster of this copperware has been very dim, and there are more black and green spots. This is formed after the copperware has been oxidized for many years without moving. The reason why I know it is because I once saw it in an old book. I have seen the schematic diagram in the notes of predecessors.
Yes, this is a vajra prong that is one foot long.
