When the entire world was torn to pieces by Gatling's firepower, Ji Que suddenly woke up.

Chen Zhu was still on the stove, and Wang Hua was still looking at him in astonishment. Nothing in reality seemed to have changed, and the tossing dream was just a moment.

But he knew that this period of time should be more than a moment, because Wang Hua was not standing here just now, she was farther away from him at that time.

Now Wang Hua was staring at him, a little defensive and cautious.

In Wang Hua's sight, Ji Que suddenly stopped moving after being grabbed by that hand.

Immediately afterwards, the noisy senior brother inside stopped moving.

The two of them seemed to be trapped in some strange situation, and there was silence all around.

She wanted to take action, but didn't dare.

Because she could feel a strange suction around them, and if she went over there, she might be pulled into it.

At this time, only a violent sound of vomiting was heard.

For a moment, Chen Zhu was like a Splatoon spitting out filth, and then he suddenly shouted: "There is something under me!"

Without any hesitation, Ji Que's legs sank, his tendons twisted together like steel wires, and he slid the shovel right in the middle of the stove!

There was only a loud bang, and the stove was cut off. Not only bricks and ash were flying up, but also Chen Zhu, and a finger with white smoke coming out.

When the bricks flew up, Ji Que's Tai Chi movement moved around him. When Chen Zhu was thrown away, the flying bricks suddenly slowed down and changed direction.

They rotate around the edges of the shovel, forming a vague Tai Chi pattern.

The next moment, the finger rolled to the ground, and there was only a sound of falling bricks and stones.

Ji Que waved his hand, and the flying bricks fell to the ground one after another, forming a "cage" and trapping the finger in it.

This finger was originally only two or three inches long, but it grew in the wind. It soon became as long as a forearm, black and blue, and kept squirming like an ugly insect, quickly filling the cage made of bricks. .

The next moment, when Ji Que approached it, a crack suddenly appeared in the upper half of it. It kept opening and closing, making a hoarse sound, like a person coughing violently.

Under the light of the candles in the room, this thing looked extremely ugly.

Chen Zhu finally finished vomiting and struggled to get up. After seeing that the thing might have been vomited by himself, he vomited again.

"What kind of freak is this!"

He was about to ask his junior sister to get him some water to rinse his mouth, but as soon as he turned around and their eyes met, he was kicked to the ground by his own junior sister and pinned down.

Chen Zhu slapped the floor with his hands and cried, "Junior sister, what are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll eat my finger." Wang Hua pressed her knee on the back of his neck and said with a scared look on her face.

Chen Zhu's face turned red and he struggled: "I, I'm fine."

"real?"

At this time, Ji Que turned around and said, "If you press him like this, he may not be able to breathe."

Only then did Wang Hua react and changed her posture to suppress Chen Zhu.

Chen Zhu took a breath and cried with joy: "Junior sister, I'm so healed. I don't want to eat anyone's fingers anymore."

With the approval from Ji Que's eyes, Wang Hua let her dear senior brother go.

After that, the three of them quickly focused on that disgusting finger.

Chen Zhu looked at the huge squirming finger and felt a strong sense of discomfort in his heart, but at the same time his expression was relaxed.

Yes, his eyes are no longer hot and greedy, and he will no longer see other people's fingers like a dog in heat.

Since spitting out this thing, his whole body has relaxed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wipe his eyes.

Although it is said that "men don't shed tears easily", especially in front of his beloved junior sister, he couldn't help it.

He thought he couldn't pass this test.

Yes, that ubiquitous feeling of hunger and thirst almost made him go crazy.

Immediately, he looked at Ji Que and said sincerely: "Brother Ji, I really don't know how to repay this life-saving grace. If there is an afterlife, if I become a woman..."

Ji Que held his hand and said politely: "Steward, let's not talk about you changing into a woman in advance. I am afraid that you will change into a woman like this. My reward..."

Chen Zhu: "That's a problem?"

Ji Que suddenly held his hand tighter and shook him harder.

The shortfall in the mouse hole will finally be made up!

So the two of them shook hands politely and looked at the finger.

Chen Zhu asked: "Brother Ji, what should I do now? I feel like venting my anger on a finger, I can't relieve my hatred."

The suffering he suffered during this period of time can be said to be unique in his life.

Compared with some time ago, Chen Zhu looks a bit older, especially with his elegant Mediterranean hairstyle, it is even more obvious.

Wang Hua didn't dislike him that much. While rinsing his mouth with wine, she said with red eyes: "Brother, I thought you were really gone this time."

...

On the other side of the mountain, in an inconspicuous tiled house in an inconspicuous town, a man was lying there vomiting blood.

He was wearing a black robe, and there was a stick of burning incense stuck on his head with sparse hair.

The incense stick kept emitting green smoke and looked greasy, especially the part that penetrated the head. It was even stirring, as if it was swallowing the man's brain.

The man in black robe struggled to sit up, looking painful. Then, bursts of green smoke quickly appeared on his fair face, as if he was being burned.

And wrinkles covered his face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If during this period of time, the tortured Chen Zhu had aged more than ten or twenty years, turning from a young man into a vicissitudes of life, then the man in black robe before him could be said to have turned from a young man into an old man.

His eyes were filled with two emotions: hatred and fear.

He still can't believe that someone can defeat him in the nightmare he created.

How can it be!

You must know that even a master of the fourth realm of divine consciousness or even the fifth realm of destiny can only break away from the dream demon he created with his "Longevity Finger", and the possibility of counterattack is very small, let alone defeat him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It can be said that he is invincible in his own nightmare.

But in fact, he was defeated, completely defeated.

With a sound, the man in black robe spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Thinking of those outrageous things in the dream, especially the last Bodhisattva who destroyed the heaven and earth with that weird thing, he felt like falling into an ice cellar when he recalled it.

What an outrageous and terrifying existence that is.

Does that kind of Bodhisattva really exist in this world? Or is that guy a pervert who loves to think wildly?

The man in black robe prefers the latter.

He couldn't understand the other party at all.

This can be said to be the first time that the man in black robe has suffered such a setback since the Goddess Wind Lotus bestowed great power.

Fortunately, unlike that dead finger, he will always be in an invincible position due to his special means.

If we can't find his true body, there is no way to kill him. This is also the reason why he has been able to preach unscrupulously over the years.

Under his control, many wives from sects and famous families became his puppets.

There was a lady who was addicted to having sex with him in her dreams, so her husband tried every means to find him, but in the end he was so angry that he couldn't find any trace of him.

But at this moment, the man in black suddenly shrank, and the burning incense stick above his head couldn't help but tremble violently.

No way?

...

In the dilapidated kitchen, Ji Que suddenly grabbed the wriggling finger, and then inserted his index finger into the other person's "mouth" in a perverted way.

When Wang Hua and Chen Zhu saw this, their scalps suddenly became numb.

Wang Hua even exclaimed: "Mr. Ji, what are you doing?"

Ji Que looked calm and said: "Dreams cannot be created out of thin air, they actually leave some traces."

At this time, he poked inward with his index finger. The squirming finger must have been hurt by the poke, so he bit hard.

Ji Que closed his eyes, and a feeling of empathy suddenly spread from here to somewhere on the other side of the mountain.

Immediately, he opened his eyes and said, "Found it."

Chen Zhu became excited all of a sudden, his eyes turned red, and he shouted: "Where is it?"

With a snap, Ji Que smashed the fleshy finger that was biting his index finger into a pulp. With a sway, he jumped over the window and ran out of Jinmei Villa.

After that, he slid down the snow slope in a sliding shovel position at a very fast speed.

A long snow mark was left on the snow. Wang Hua and Chen Zhu ran wildly behind them. At first they could barely keep up with each other's speed, but then they were thrown farther and farther behind. When they ran to the back, they wanted to get down on all fours and watch.

They look like two dogs.
To be continued...