"Aren't you the monster, Li Hualong!"
Zhang Xiu's words fell to the ground, like a stone causing thousands of waves to rise.
The old man's eyes widened in shock and he said in disbelief: "The monster is... is it Li Hualong?"
Li Hualong looked panicked and waved his hands quickly: "No, I'm not a monster!"
Zhang Xiu was not surprised when he saw that he refused to admit it. He said in an orderly manner: "Actually, I have been doubting you from the beginning. That monster came to take revenge on you. Why did he not eat 豼, but eat other things?" Where are people?
And even if you, an ordinary person, can knock out the monster's teeth, doing so will only anger the monster. Monsters are not even afraid of those soldier zombies, so how can they be beaten away by you with a stone? "
Li Hualong was stunned for a moment and excused himself: "Maybe his teeth are his weak point, and I accidentally hit him?"
Zhang Xiu hummed and said, "There is such a coincidence, but then, when I was painting the monster's portrait, I had a second doubt about you."
Li Hualong frowned and asked, "What's the suspicion? I didn't hide anything during the portrait!"
Zhang Xiudao: "Yes, you didn't hide anything, but you described it too carefully.
Just imagine, when you met the monster, you were blind, and you were in extreme panic. If it were someone else, you probably wouldn't even dare to look at the monster, how could you remember the monster's appearance so clearly? "
Li Hualong argued with an ugly face: "Maybe I just remembered it! The monster wants to eat me, so why don't I remember what the monster looks like?"
Zhang Xiuyi smiled: "You are right, but there is one more crucial point that makes me sure that you are the dog-headed monster!"
Li Hualong's eyes had turned gloomy and he said coldly: "Then I'd like to hear it."
Zhang Xiu glanced at the iron pot on the side and said firmly: "I have been secretly observing you just now, and I clearly saw that you were drooling when you were cooking shit."
Li Hualong was immediately furious: "You fart, Grandpa, I only eat human heads, not shit!"
As Li Hualong exploded, a trace of demonic aura leaked out of him.
Hearing his words, the old man screamed in fear, sat down on the ground, used his hands and feet, and quickly backed away. Looking at Li Hualong's ferocious expression, he shouted in horror: "Monster, you are really a monster!"
Li Hualong's face was gloomy, his scalp split open, and he turned into a monster with a dog's head and body. He opened his bloody mouth and roared fiercely at the old man.
At this time, Xia'er appeared, grabbed the old man and dragged him out of the wall.
Only the dog-headed monster and Zhang Xiu were left in the yard.
The dog-headed monster stared at Zhang Xiu with murderous eyes, and finally came to his senses: "You were deceiving me just now!"
Zhang Xiu smiled and said: "I can't call you a scam. I thought there was something wrong with you. If you don't show your true colors, I will take you back to the county town early tomorrow morning to find someone to guard you, and then release the news about you. Let's take a look. Will the dog-headed monster come to seek revenge on you?"
The dog-headed monster was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
The real Li Hualong was eaten by him when he met him. He peeled off Li Hualong's skin and put it on his own body. Then he pretended to be Li Hualong and returned to the village, hoping to eat a few more living heads.
But he didn't expect that after eating two or three people, a nosy city god suddenly appeared and ruined his good deeds.
Looking at Zhang Xiu who looked calm in front of him and let him cook shit for most of the night, the dog-headed monster was furious and shouted: "What a cunning city god, others are afraid of you, but your wild dog grandfather is not afraid! Give it to me!" Come on!"
After a roar, the wild dog monster opened its bloody mouth, aimed at Zhang Xiu's neck, and rushed towards Zhang Xiu!
Zhang Xiu didn't panic, raised his hand and slapped the wild dog monster to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.
The wild dog howled in pain, rolled and crawled away, stood up, and looked at Zhang Xiu with a fearful look on his face.
Since his birth, he has been extremely powerful. Not to mention jackals, tigers and leopards, even the monsters he encountered before are no match for him.
Zhang Xiu seems to be of low cultivation, how could he have such strength? Could it be that he is... born with divine power?
What he didn't know was that Zhang Xiu had gained 900 years of experience in practicing the "Mighty Bull Demon Sutra" at this moment. This technique specialized in cultivating the physical body. After practicing to the extreme, he could use the magical powers of the heavens and the earth.
At that time, he will be ten thousand feet tall and powerful, and even in heaven, he will have great supernatural powers that few people can master.
As soon as Zhang Xiugang entered, he felt the power of nine bulls. At this moment, his confidence surged. He took two steps forward and held down the wild dog monster's head.
With a bang, Zhang Xiu pushed him to his knees, suppressing him with such tremendous force that he could not move. Then he started to use his skills to absorb the essence in his body.
After a while, the body of the wild dog monster twitched, rolled its eyes and fell to the ground, no longer alive.
Zhang Xiu slowly finished his work, looked down at the body of the wild dog monster, suddenly noticed his neck, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
"Xia'er, come here and take a look!"
Xia'er heard his call and stepped to Zhang Xiu's side. She looked down and saw obvious stitching marks on the wild dog monster's neck, and was slightly startled.
After watching carefully for a while, Xia'er's face became ugly: "This is the technique of the corpse stitcher, specially used to sew the corpses of decapitated prisoners. This wild dog monster was not cultivated into a spirit, but was created artificially." !”
Zhang Xiu turned around and asked, "Are those who sew corpses also practitioners?"
Xia'er said: "It doesn't matter. The corpse stitcher must have learned some evil magic to sew the human body and the dog's head together, and then poured the soul of the wild dog that had developed intelligence into the corpse."
Zhang Xiu frowned slightly: "Another evil cultivator?"
Xia'er nodded with a heavy face: "Although I don't know what his purpose is, with this man's cruelty, he should have created not only the wild dog monster, but we must find him as soon as possible to avoid causing even greater harm." harm."
Zhang Xiu thought for a moment and said, "Do you think this dog head will look good if it is put around my neck?"
Xia'er's eyes lit up: "You can try this idea."
Zhang Xiu laughed, took out the butcher's knife, cut off the dog's head and skinned it, washed it with water, dried it with the power of pure Yang, and put it on his head.
Xia'er was left to deal with the body of the wild dog monster, then walked out in a swaggering way towards the unfinished battlefield outside the city.
Not long after, Zhang Xiu came to an open space outside the city.
On the hillside and on the ground, corpses were lying everywhere. The smell of putrid corpses and a smell of blood filled the air, which showed the brutality of this battle.
Zhang Xiu looked around for a while and found a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance. He slowly straightened up and looked towards him: "Wild Dog, where have you been these two days?"
Zhang Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I went to cook the shit, and I left some for you. Do you want to take advantage of it while it's still hot?"
Black Shadow: "What the hell..."
(End of chapter)
