Xiaopang's expression was a bit complicated, and he stammered after a long time:
"I...can I not go? At least, I kowtowed in front of him three times!"
I reached out to open Xiaopang's backpack and found that the two Gumantong were still inside, and took the Wuyang pestle in the canvas bag to play with. In fact, it doesn't matter whether Xiaopang goes or not. With these two Gumantong, I can find the whereabouts of Master Zhou!
So, I took the Gumantong out, first put the coffin nails into their heads again, and then tied them up with ropes.
After a while, Gumantong suddenly opened his eyes, almost scaring Xiaopang so much that he fell out of the pickup truck.
"Alive! The villain is alive!"
Xiaopang hid behind Zhang Jiawen and me. Zhang Jiawen smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Isn't this tied up?"
"But...but..."
The little fat man didn't dare to look directly, so I had to ask the driver to stop the car and let the little fat man sit in the cab.
Zhang Jiawen, Shi Tailang and I continued to stare at Gumantong.
Ishitarou is a stupid guy, but he is brave enough.
Gumantong seemed to feel the pure Yang energy in Shi Tailang's body, and he didn't even dare to look at him!
And I am still immersed in the Battle of Dadu River, with endless aftertaste.
"Zha Zawen, let me ask you, when I went to Dadu River just now, did you go there?"
"Dadu River?"
Zhang Jiawen suddenly became excited and recounted with joy: "Of course we went. We parted at the top of the mountain together, don't you remember? Later, you carried Shi Tailang to the river, and I met Master Zhou and started fighting with him. ”
"So, you brought these two Gumantong back too?"
"That's right! Fortunately, you pulled out the nails on their heads, otherwise the little Taoist would have been miserable!"
"I see!"
No wonder I didn’t see Master Zhou or hear his voice when I was dueling with Snake Tuoluo at Dadu River. It turned out that I was being targeted by Zhang Jiawen.
"Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain are indeed ferocious. How old are you that you dare to fight Master Zhou?"
Zhang Jiawen immediately became happy when I praised him.
"He's just an evil cultivator. How can I be afraid of him? This guy has been attacking me with spells the whole time. He doesn't dare to show up at all. Otherwise, even if he has ten heads, he won't be enough to cut with my black iron sword!"
"That's good. By the way, how are you injured?"
I handed over a century-old ginseng root. Zhang Jiawen saw it, grabbed it, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it like a betel nut. While chewing, his saliva flew everywhere and he told the process of his fight with Master Zhou.
"It's just a minor injury! I was attacked by a bloody corpse villain and slapped on the back. At that time, Master Zhou released a large ball of scarlet evil energy. I was using Longhu Mountain's awe-inspiring righteousness to fight him head-on. Unexpectedly, Zhou Master, you are such a naughty person!"
Zhang Jiawen spit out the ginseng residue and was quite unconvinced.
"That old guy has learned a lot. Not only does he know the magic of Southeast Asia, but he also knows how to control corpses. I guess he is probably from the Three Corpses Sect. Later he went abroad and went to Southeast Asia to learn the art of beheading and bewitching!"
"By the way, the old guy also knows Feng Shui and can set up formations!"
"You said he can form a formation?"
"That's right! If I hadn't been trapped in the formation by him, I wouldn't have been injured by the Blood Corpse Demon."
I took out the pistol Shen Mubai gave me, thinking that it was good to have this thing.
When the time comes to fight, if Master Zhou's formation cannot be broken, I will use this to deal with him.
"Hey! Fellow Taoist Fengchen, we will find Master Zhou later. How are you going to fuck him?"
Zhang Jiawen was a little worried.
I thought for a while and said: "There must be helpers where Master Zhou is hiding. Xiaopang and the driver will be waiting for us in the car later. I will take Shi Tailang with you. Although Shi Tailang doesn't understand magic, he doesn't know how to do it." He knows kung fu, but he has plenty of blood!”
"After the three of us touch it, we first make sure Master Zhou is there. If Master Zhou is here, we will release the two Gumantong. We are not afraid of deceit, and I will use my hands and feet on these two dolls later."
"At that time, as long as these two dolls can help us hold off one or two masters, we will be free to deal with Master Zhou together. I don't believe that we can't kill him if we join forces!"
"Okay! Everything will be decided by fellow Taoist fellow Daoist!"
Next, it’s time for me to perform my unique skills.
"Zha Zhawen, watch out! Now, I'm going to let these two little kids reveal the whereabouts of Master Zhou!"
"Oh? Could it be that Fengchen brother throws himself into a dead body to ask for directions?"
"No!"
I took out two candies and handed them to Shitaro. These candies are what Shen Chuxue and I want.
"Taro, do you want some candy?"
"Think about it! Think about it!"
Shitaro smiled stupidly and reached out to grab it. I took advantage of him and punched him in the nose.
"I'm sorry, let me borrow some blood!"
Shitaro covered his nose and howled. But when I saw the candy in my hand, I felt aggrieved and started crying again.
I caught Shitaro's nosebleed in a small bottle, dipped a drop of it into my fingertips, and let it drip down the coffin nails on Gumantong's head.
This coffin nail is a secret product of Master Zhou. I guess it is probably made by soaking it in corpse water and then refining it with a spell. It is a very yin thing. In addition, the reason why Gumantong can kill people depends entirely on the overwhelming evil energy in his body.
However, Shi Tailang has a body of pure yang, and he also has merits and virtues. His blood is better than any chicken's blood or black dog's blood.
No, with a drop of pure Yang blood, Gumantong's head hissed and smoke erupted, and he let out a scream at the same time.
"It's fun! It's fun!"
"I want to play too!"
Seeing Gumantong's painful look, Shitaro actually imitated me and dripped the blood from his nose onto the coffin nails above Gumantong's head. In an instant, the two dolls were in agony, grinning and screaming.
"Tell me! Where is Master Zhou's altar?"
"You don't want to say it, do you?"
I placed the small bottle directly on Gumanthong's head.
Although when these two little babies died, they were no better than the little girl who died in the lake, and they were even worse than her. But the little girl has not been refined, her humanity has not been lost, and she can still be saved.
But these two ancient mantongs have already become Master Zhou's killing machines, and they don't have any emotions at all.
That's why I used such cruel methods to force confessions from them.
"If you don't tell me, there will be no chance! Five, four, three, two..."
At the last second, one of the Gumantong raised his hands and screamed: "I know! I know!"
"Master Zhou...Master Zhou's altar is in the Batcave!"
"He is in the Batcave now! I can take you to find him!"
"Okay! Then I will spare your life. You sit in the cab and show us the way!"
I stuffed one of the Gumantong into the cab of the pickup truck, and the little fat boy was so frightened that he crawled back into the pocket of the truck.
Even the driver was so frightened that I had no choice but to ask Zha Zhawen to go down and accompany him.
After more than half an hour, we finally came to the foot of a stone mountain.
"The Batcave is right here!"
Gumantong stretched out his finger, pointed at the top of the mountain and shouted.
