Lin Junshu was about to speak, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move.

The Nanhua Immortal with three faces walked towards Lin Junshu step by step.

"What's going on? What does he want to do? Why can't my body move? System! Garbage system! Help!"

Lin Junshu shouted in his heart, and the system thoughtfully expanded the status bar for him:

[Name: Nanhua Immortal]

[Faction: Taoist]

[Pollution degree: 79%]

[Pollution level: Level 9]

[Exclusive skills:????]

【Status: Good】

"Huh? Level nine!"

"Show me the use of this thing. Tell me not to resist and just wait to die!"

He looked like an immortal from Nanhua who was eighteen or nineteen years old. He stood in front of Lin Junshu, raised his pale and slender right hand, and slowly looked towards Lin Junshu's left eye.

"Huh? What! This old monster wants to dig out my eyes?"

Lin Junshu struggled hard, but couldn't even move a finger.

The pollution level of Nanhua Immortal is as high as level nine. What is the concept? This is even more outrageous than Zhang Jiao, who reached level eight after being connected to Huang Tian!

At present, the evil god Cangtian worshiped by the big man is slightly higher than the level of the monster in front of him.

But what is the sky? That is the true body of the evil god! These three-faced Taoists are just a little bit worse than the evil god. They are the big BOSS of the hidden map!

The pale fingers were less than an inch away from Lin Junshu's eyeballs, but Lin Junshu couldn't even close his eyes.

"It's over, it's over, what a sin. I thought there would be any danger in sending the old man's body for burial, but in the end, he didn't die along the way. When he arrived at the destination, he died at the hands of Master Zhang Jiao?"

"Old man, old man, you just told me not to cultivate immortality easily, but why didn't you mention that your master who cultivated immortality has become a lunatic?"

"My life is at an end again..."

The fingers will stop close to the eyeballs, and a cool feeling will flow in from the fingertips of Nanhua Immortal.

It’s actually a little comfortable?

"Did I misunderstand him?"

As soon as the thought occurred, severe pain came from the eyeballs the next second.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Stop it! Bastard!"

Nanhua Immortal slowly moved his fingertips back, and a black mist slowly drew out from Lin Jun's eyes.

The system prompts sounded like crazy.

【Ding——】

【Warning! Warning!】

[Player-exclusive talents are being forcibly stripped, players are requested to stop them immediately]

……

【Warning! Warning!】

[Player-exclusive talents are being forcibly stripped, players are requested to stop them immediately]

……

"Fuck... Stop it, you can do it! You have a **** system that can't be used for anything other than forcing you to bitch!"

The black mist was completely drawn away.

【Ding——】

[Player-exclusive talents are forcibly stripped]

[The player loses the talent "Eye of Peeping Secrets"]

"...I really appreciate you..."

The drawn black mist is like a flying trumpet dragon, spinning around the fingers of Nanhua Immortal.

"Well, that's quite interesting."

Nanhua Immortal fiddled with it casually for a few times, then looked at Lin Junshu, who was frozen in place, his eyes already out of focus in pain.

With a wave of his hand, the black mist returned along the original path, and was hit into Lin Junshu's eyes again with a "swish" sound.

The pain was more intense than before.

"Ah——"

Screams resounded throughout Nanhua Mountain.

Lin Junshu's body regained its mobility the moment the black mist returned to his eyes. At this time, he was lying on the ground, covering his left eye and rolling on the ground in pain.

【Ding——】

[Congratulations to the player for successfully regaining the talent]

[The player-exclusive talent "Eye of Peeping Secrets" has been reactivated]

"What the hell..."

Lin Junshu, who was hunched over and grabbing the ground with his head, like a prawn, struggled to squeeze out a curse through his teeth.

I don’t know if he is scolding the Nanhua Immortal in front of him or the stupid system in his mind.

Immortal Nanhua waved his hand gently, and Hu Jian, who had been watching the show, finally regained control of his body and quickly ran towards Lin Junshu, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Jun Shu, are you okay?"

Hu Jian helped Lin Junshu up. Lin Junshu covered his left eye and gasped for air.

"What on earth is that... of yours?"

The Nanhua Immortal in his right eye looks like an ordinary handsome young man, with a slight smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you talking about the body-holding technique? Do you want to learn it? I'll teach you."

Lin Junshu's eyes twitched and he uttered a series of machine gun-like questions: "I mean...who are you? What did you do to my eyes? What do you want to do? Aren't you the master of the great virtuous master Zhang Jiao? Are you so

Qiang, why don’t you save him?”

The young-looking Nanhua Immortal took a few steps, as if thinking about Lin Junshu's question.

"That eye of yours is quite interesting, so I took it out to play with. After playing with it, I put it back for you."

Lin Junshu: "..."

Immortal Nanhua continued:

"Zhang Jiao, he is indeed my disciple, but why should I save him?"

"That's the path he chose, that's his way. Isn't it normal for me to walk on my own way and then die?"

"Everyone has his own way, and everyone's way is different."

Nanhua Immortal said and glanced at Hu Jian next to him.

"Except for that fool, he actually truly regards other people's ways as his own."

Lin Junshu was speechless. He felt that the Taoist priest opposite seemed to be emotionally and spiritually different from ordinary people.

But it is undeniable that what he said is indeed true. Hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening are everyone's own choices.

Since it is your own choice, how can you expect others to be responsible for your choices?

Lin Junshu silently untied the cloth bag in his arms and handed it over.

"This is General Zhang's head. He asked me... to cut off his head before he completely loses control... I don't know where his original home is. Nanhua Mountain is the place where he once practiced Taoism. I think,

Maybe we can bring him back."

Immortal Nanhua nodded, stretched out his hand, and the cloth bag flew up on its own.

With a wave of his fingers, the cloth bag untied itself in the air, revealing the head that could no longer be seen as it was inside.

Immortal Nanhua waved, and his head flew toward the palm of Immortal Nanhua's hand.

During the flight, the flesh and blood tentacles wrapped around the head began to fall off one by one and turned into fly ash.

By the time the head fell into the palm of Nanhua Immortal's hand, the old man's original appearance had been completely restored.

"Old man..."

"Heavenly Master..."

The two of them couldn't help but exhale softly as they looked at Zhang Jiao who had regained his former appearance.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep, but there was only one head left, which was slightly strange being dragged by someone's hand.

"Idiot..."

Immortal Nanhua caressed Zhang Jiao's head, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"My teacher has told you a long time ago, don't be a part of the world, don't be a part of the world, but you just don't listen. Tao follows nature and governs by doing nothing, but you just want to take the wrong path of using human power to conquer nature. You are really disobedient...

…”

Nanhua Immortal gently threw away Zhang Jue's head, and the next second his head disappeared in the void as if it had been submerged in water.

Immortal Nanhua turned to look at the two of them.
Chapter completed!