The beggar over there was immersed in his work and naturally did not notice the unusual shout just now. So naturally they didn't know the incredible thing that happened just a moment ago.
Hearing the screams behind him, the remaining beggar also noticed something was wrong and turned around hurriedly. But the scene before him cast a layer of white frost on his impatient face.
In front of him, there was nowhere to see the figure of the one-eyed dragon. All that was left was a puddle of dark red mud on the ground. Normally, this puddle of mud would not have attracted any attention at all, but at this moment, there was a slowly dissolving artificial eye on the mud, looking unwillingly in the direction where he was.
"One...one-eyed dragon...stop playing! Come out quickly!" The beggar still couldn't believe the situation in front of him, and shouted loudly with a trembling voice. But after all, a puddle of mud won't talk to you. Even if you add a false eye, it will only add a decorative effect.
"Ahem..."
Just when the beggar was so shocked that he lost his mind, a dull cough suddenly came from the mud. As the coughing became clearer, a blood-stained figure stood up.
"Ghost... there is a ghost!" The beggar trembled all over, turned around and ran away...
His cry was so shrill that it naturally attracted everyone's attention. The group of beggars saw him gesticulating incomprehensibly and started laughing: "What the hell are you talking about? You've probably been teased by the one-eyed dragon again! We The digging is almost done here, tell him to stop messing around!"
But before anyone could reply, his body suddenly stiffened, and then his whole body turned into a puddle of mud at a speed visible to the naked eye. All that was left was the patched tatters on the ground in front of him, proving that this puddle of mud once had an owner.
At this time, there was no more noise in the air, and you could hear the drop of a needle. Only a figure covered in blood sucked the mud into his stomach, which was disgusting.
"There's a ghost! Hurry... hurry up!" Even though the beggars were used to eating chaff and being sloppy, they felt their stomachs churn. Fortunately, someone among them reacted in time, and everyone hurriedly moved to hold the crudely made stick weapons in their hands.
"What the hell are you doing? If you don't hurry up and work, why are you hanging around here?" The leisurely elegance of the strong man with the copper bell and ox bone was interrupted. He also put the jade medal into his arms, his face was pale. He happily squeezed into the crowd, and then his face became serious, "What the hell is this?"
The person who appeared in front of him seemed to have been poured by red water, with no other color anywhere on his body. Especially at this time, there was still a lot of filth dripping down on this person, leaving a thick "stroke" behind him.
"Give me...things...give me back..." Seeing the strong man, the red man slowly raised his hand and murmured. The strong man couldn't help but tremble when he heard this. For a moment, he felt that the man in front of him was like a life-seeking ghost, saying to himself: Give me my life...
"Master Gan'er... This person seems to be the guy with the title of Rong just now..." A sharp-eyed person next to him suppressed his nausea and finally took a look at the appearance of the person.
Naturally, the strong man would not agree to the popular man's request, and he also looked stern: "Pretend to be a ghost... let's go together! Deal with him!"
Although the beggars were really frightened just now, they felt confident when they heard that they were going to go together. They looked at each other and shouted: "A dead dog still dares to struggle randomly! Look at the dog-beating stick!"
After saying that, everyone raised their weapons and pointed at the red man in the middle. They saw people picking and sealing, turning and stumbling, leading and poking, entangling and chopping. For a while, they only saw sticks. The shadow imprisoned the red man like a cage.
The red man chased to the left, but on the right he was "pulling the dog's tail"; he rushed forward, and behind him was "crushing the dog's back"; just as he was about to turn around, there was "a vicious dog biting back" in front of him. ; As soon as he stopped, he was surrounded by "beating the dog's head with sticks"...so that he could only roar repeatedly, furious but helpless...
However, during the fight, someone inadvertently stepped back half a step, and was brushed by this person's palm to his elbow. Then he saw that the contact point instantly festered, quickly spreading to his shoulder.
Fortunately, the head of the pole wearing a copper bell and ox bone reacted very quickly. He stepped forward and cut off the man's shoulder with his knife, preventing the corrosion from continuing to spread. Although this move caused the latter to suffer severe pain and fainted, he finally managed to survive.
The head of the pole briefly checked the man's injuries, then stood up with a solemn expression. In the short time he checked the injury, the severed arm had rotted away to the point where no bones were left.
"This person's skills are very evil. Please restrain him for a moment and be careful not to come into contact with him!" Guertou reminded him loudly while thinking about countermeasures.
But these beggars didn't need to be reminded by Guertou. When they saw this situation again, they were already in chaos. They tied their hands and feet and were no longer as brave as before.
Perhaps it was because they were timid and their coordination was full of loopholes. Within just a few moves, several people were hit again and fell back with a scream. But they were not as lucky as the previous person. The corrosion was like a huge mouth, swallowing their lives in an instant.
"Damn it!" When the man saw all these people hit him in the chest with his palm, he also realized that this red man must have done it on purpose. With his eyes red, he tore off the cow bone from his neck and jingled the copper bell on it, making a swishing sound.
"The sky is like a bedding and the ground is like a mat, no matter how sunny or windy it is, I am not afraid of being stolen or robbed, I am afraid that the bones are still attached to the skin!"
The strong man shook the cow bones and started talking loudly. Although this beggar looks inconspicuous, the person who can become the leader is not comparable to ordinary people! Sure enough, at the moment when the beef bone was shaken in the strong man's hand, the beggars' emotions gradually stabilized, and the ruthless look in their eyes became stronger.
I saw them knocking the wooden sticks in their hands on the ground, exposing the spikes on their heads, and hoeing towards the red man among them! I saw that the man in the middle was bleeding profusely, causing the dark red color on his body to become bright again.
The red man was treated like this not long after he gained the upper hand. He screamed and fell to the ground.
And this group of beggars also learned the lessons of the previous people and did not dare to approach them easily. They gathered in a circle until they beat the man to pieces and no longer saw his human form. Then they breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground to gasp.
"Boss..." The blind man couldn't see clearly the situation in front of him due to an eye disease. Although his face was a little pale due to fear, he was not as embarrassed as others, and he could still ask, "Boss... what should we do next?" what to do?"
The strong man was holding the cow bone with a gloomy expression, and was glaring fiercely at the red man not far away. Although he wanted to vent out in front of him, he was afraid that something strange would happen again, so he could only endure it.
"The brother with the broken arm is bleeding. We can't delay. Today's plan can only be put aside for the time being! You...and the rest of you, don't rest yet. Let the brothers whose bodies are exposed in the wilderness rest in peace!" The strong man The more he looked at it, the more upset he became. Seeing that the hole he had just prepared for Hong'er came in handy, he opened his mouth and gave instructions.
However, several of their brothers had long been corroded to the point where they were indistinguishable from each other. Everyone could only fill the pits with the piles of rotten flesh in front of them and the red soil under them.
"Master Gan'er, what should we do with that...Rong-born person?" After some busy work, someone suddenly asked.
"Just throw it away..." The strong man thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice.
"But if someone discovers..."
"What if someone finds out? It's much better than losing your life!" After saying this, the strong man said hello and fled with a group of brothers and left the place.
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The bloody atmosphere in the desolate place has almost dissipated, and everything seems to be no different from yesterday, except that there is a bunch of loess and an indescribable thing on the ground.
About half an hour later, I saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking over. They were exchanging something in low voices as they walked.
"Mao San, isn't it a bit against the rules for us to do this?" the taller one of the two asked loudly.
I saw a hemp rope hanging around his neck. On the left side of the hemp rope was a broken bowl, and on the right side was a pair of bamboo boards strung together. As he moved forward, there were crisp sounds from time to time. sound.
Hearing the tall man's question, the short man named Mao San had an indifferent expression on his face: "Gou Si! Rules are dead, but people are alive. Instead of starving in vain, it's better to be more flexible! You Look at the group of martial arts practitioners near Yangdu. They are all fat and strong, but they still look like hanging poles. On the other hand, our literary practitioners have skin and bones, and we look very pitiful!"
Mao San tightened his belt as he spoke, and the gourd with holes hanging on his waist made a whining sound when the wind blew it. If it weren't for the fact that it was in broad daylight, he would have thought it was somewhere. The lonely ghosts are wailing.
"What you said makes sense! But if those martial artists find out... I wonder what they will do to us?" Gou Si was still a little worried.
"You can do whatever you want to do with it. Anyway, the worst result is death!" Mao San looked at it openly. "Even if I die, I will be a dead man! And I have already thought about it. I will just die in my next life." Forget it if you don’t want to be a human being, just be a carefree cat or dog and don’t have to worry about your livelihood, wouldn’t it be cool and happy!”
"Mao San, you can't say anything. These cats and dogs are still beasts after all. How can they be treated like humans?" Gou Sifeng strongly disagreed with Mao San's lazy words.
Mao San grinned and shook his head.
"Hey! In today's world, all those who raise children are worse than animals! Maybe one day in the future... maybe this animal will be pampered and pampered like a child?"
