A skinny man walked out slowly from around the corner. His face was almost forgettable, and his age was hard to tell. He didn't know how long he had been hiding there, but no one noticed him.

The man in red frowned. For some reason, the moment he saw this man who wouldn't make anyone want to look at him a second time if he was thrown into a crowd, he suddenly felt a shiver running down his spine.

, couldn't help but adjust her posture according to the man's pace, and looked at him without blinking.

He asked again cautiously: "Who are you?"

Zhou Zishu subconsciously thought of answering Gu Xiang and said "nobody" in an understatement, but he lowered his head and scanned the bruises on Zhang Chengling's neck, and suddenly thought to himself, he has been pretending to be a grandson in the court for half his life.

, with such a group of hidden things, what else is there to be polite about?

The wantonness in his bones, like a wanderer's rogue, has been suppressed for too long - Zhou Zishu's eyes swept around a group of obviously nervous men and the man in red, chuckled, and said

: "Who do you think you are? Do you care who I am?"

The man in red's eyes twitched, and his palms slowly retracted into his sleeves. If someone could see his palms at this time, they would find that a layer of black air slowly floated on his skin, and his face was blood red.

The birthmark seems to be darker in color.

The few people who were originally standing next to him involuntarily dispersed slightly to the side, then glanced at each other, surrounding Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling.

Zhou Zishu didn't care. He leaned over and grabbed Zhang Chengling's collar as if no one else was watching. He lifted him up from the ground and said, "Kid, stand up, how do you look like you are bowing to the ground?"

Zhang Chengling was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhou Zishu who was wearing another layer of mask in astonishment, as if he was still a little confused.

The man in red said patiently: "Brother, I just have something to do and I need to ask this kid. Don't you want..."

Before he could say the words "mind your own business," Zhou Zishu struck out like lightning, using exactly the same movement as the man in red, and grabbed the man who lured Zhang Chengling by the neck.

The man was surprised. His martial arts was actually quite strong, but he didn't expect that the skinny man in front of him, who looked like a skeleton, was like a ghost. He didn't have time to escape, and the most vulnerable spot would be pinched by the opponent.

in hand.

People who have practiced kung fu a little bit also understand that the neck, chest and other places are vital points, and they are the places that are most strictly guarded. Even if you don't mean it, you will protect it subconsciously. Anyone who dares to attack someone else's neck is generally not the opponent.

Being weak means being too confident in your own strength.

Then Zhou Zi Shupi grinned without a smile and asked: "Am I your grandfather?"

The man who was being pinched by him was startled for a moment, and then became extremely angry. He even planned to curse loudly: "You..."

However, just after he uttered one word, Zhou Zishu's hand suddenly tightened, and the man's obscene words turned into a hoarse scream. In panic, he raised his hand and waved it towards Zhou Zishu's chest. The two were extremely close.

He only heard a scream that changed the tone. He didn't even see the other party make a move, and his two arms were detached from the joints and hung down.

I heard Zhou Zishu prolong his voice again and ask softly: "You said, I - am - your - master - master -?"

The man in red said angrily: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Zishu slowly turned to him and sneered: "I just have something I need to ask this beast about, so please don't meddle in his own business."

The muscles and bones on the back of his hand suddenly burst out, and the man didn't even hum. He rolled his eyes, twitched, and stopped moving. He didn't know whether he was dead or not.

As soon as Zhou Zishu let go, he collapsed on the ground as if he had no bones.

At the same time, two people rushed out at the same time. One pounced on Zhang Chengling, who had just stood firm, and the other waved a long hook in his hand and greeted Zhou Zishu with a fishy wind. Zhou Zishu didn't even dodge.

He kicked out from a very incredible angle, hitting the hook-holder in the chest. This kick was a solid hit, and the man was kicked so hard that blood spurted out on the spot, and he flew out, just in time to sneak attack Zhang Chengling.

The two of them rolled out together like gourds and gourds.

Zhou Zishu frowned, grabbed the back of Zhang Chengling's neck with disgust, threw him aside like a kitten, and said impatiently: "You little thing, it will get in the way. Be honest, stay there and don't move."

"

Zhang Chengling felt his body become lighter, and he was thrown to the corner as if he was weightless and stood there. At that moment, he opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and silently uttered two words "Master".

The man in red did not move, and the others rushed towards Zhou Zishu.

Zhang Chengling couldn't bear to blink his eyes. He remembered that when he was very young, his father said that there are different ways of martial arts. Some are as solid as a rock, as stable as Mount Tai, some are so fierce and invincible, and some are invincible in violent storms.

It is as fast as lightning, but these are still tangible skills. The most powerful ones must be silent, intangible, and indescribable. At first glance, it looks like spring rain, moistening things silently, but it can only be summarized in eight characters——

He is as graceful as a startled giant and lifts his weight as lightly as he can.

Now, he finally understands what it means to "take a heavy task lightly".

The hands of those people were exactly the same as holding a hook. If you look closely, you will see that the shape is like a scorpion's tail needle, with a faint blue light, and a mysterious coldness. Zhang Chengling still doesn't know at this time that these people are the infamous "poisonous scorpions"

, they are a bunch of desperadoes, they kill people and buy goods. As long as they have money, they will do anything. They are despicable and disgusting.

It's just that they don't look so good now. Zhou Zishu doesn't move much, as if he's lazily, and occasionally he only takes one and a half steps forward or backward. He uses his bare hands, and his body is so soft and boneless, swaying here and there.

None of those holding hooks could get close to him, but it was only when his soft hands and feet were touched a little that he realized how powerful he was.

Zhang Chengling stared at it for a long time, and suddenly felt dazzled and a little dizzy.

In less than a stick of incense, all thirteen "poisonous scorpions" were lying down.

Zhang Chengling's blood boiled with excitement at that moment, and he couldn't help but also clenched his fist and squeezed it hard. Zhou Zishu lightly dusted his robe, stood opposite the man in red without saying a word, and looked at him for a long time. Suddenly,

He tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and asked: "That birthmark on your face is called the little devil's slap among the people. Could it be that you are Sun Ding, the mourning ghost like the star of the family?"

The man in red's face suddenly changed.

Zhou Zishu sneered and said: "Ghost Valley has the rules of Ghost Valley. Once you become a ghost, you are no longer a human being and cannot see the light. There is no reason to come out except for July and a half. Are you very brave? In broad daylight

How dare you take action in Dongting."

The man in red gritted his teeth and said, "You talk too much." Before he finished speaking, the man turned into a blood-red shadow and came over him. There was an indescribable unpleasant smell on his body, like a fishy smell.

Mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, a strong wind blew so fast that people couldn't see clearly.

Zhou Zishu's body suddenly rose up and floated back three feet out of thin air.

The man in red swung his palm, but it didn't hit anyone. Zhang Chengling could see clearly - there was a palm-shaped dent on the ground where Zhou Zishu originally stepped, and the grass that was trembling in the autumn wind actually

It withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The young man looked up in surprise, but he did not expect that the terrifying man in red was actually the legendary Sun Ding, the ghost of joy and mourning!

The murderer who killed Mu Yunge and Fang Zhizhi.

Zhou Zishu casually broke off a branch, gave a light scolding, and inserted it straight between the hands of the sad ghost. The branches and leaves on the branch quickly withered. Zhou Zishu remained calm and did not let go. He lifted and pushed the branch.

Infused with internal energy, it actually appeared to be very flexible. For a moment, the happy and sad ghost felt that it seemed to be alive, and there was a faint power of adhesion.

Shocked, he was about to retreat, but Zhou Zishu's palm had already reached his lower abdomen. The ghost of joy and sorrow used the force to do a somersault, and took three or four steps back. His face turned pale, and he managed to stabilize himself.

, Zhou Zishu casually threw aside the branch that had almost spread to his hand with the death aura, slightly pulled up his sleeves, and stood solemnly.

The happy-sorrowing ghost was very aware of the current situation, and did not even hesitate when he landed. With the help of the force of the back rush, he disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Zhang Chengling said anxiously: "He ran away!"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, ignored him, turned around and walked in the other direction. Zhang Chengling hurriedly caught up and shouted: "Master!"

Zhou Zishu paused and frowned: "Which one is your master?"

Zhang Chengling chased after him regardless, climbed on his arm, raised his head and said firmly: "I knew you were Uncle Zhou, a great benefactor, and a master."

Besides him, who else would have such an impatient tone of voice, such a pair of skinny but warm hands, and ghostly Qinggong? At this time, besides him, who else would come out alone from the sea of ​​people to save

His life?

Zhang Chengling was sure that it was him, and he was definitely not wrong. Zhou Zishu had been hastily trying to hide it from some people, but he didn't want this little kid to find out, so he was still a little frustrated, so he had to use

A clever move threw him away: "You..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pulled Zhang Chengling into his arms, staggering to the side. Before Zhang Chengling could react, he felt a breeze pass by, and he hugged his

His arms seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then he heard Zhou Zishu say in a cold voice: "Looking for death!"

A palm slashed out diagonally, and before the attacker could fully jump up, his neck tilted to one side and actually broke.

Zhang Chengling looked intently and saw that the one who attacked unexpectedly was the unlucky guy who was choked by Zhou Zishu for the first time. Unexpectedly, this person was proficient in Turtle Breathing Kung Fu and had just pretended to be dead.

The next moment, he was carried and thrown aside again. Zhou Zishu stepped forward without saying a word and was about to leave. Zhang Chengling had to chase after him shamelessly if he could let him go again.

However, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the figure flashed for a moment and disappeared from sight. Zhang Chengling knew that his Qinggong was outstanding, but even if he practiced for another thirty or forty years, he might not be able to keep up with it. He felt extremely sad and cried out indifferently.

He shouted: "Master..." He was so anxious that he almost shed tears.

However, at this moment, there was only a chuckle, and a man in gray appeared out of thin air, blocking Zhou Zishu's path, and raised his hand to hook his waist, as if he was planning on timing to disrupt the situation.

Zhou Zishu spun around in the air, but for some reason, his body stagnated and he was hugged by the man in gray.

Just listen to the familiar voice that makes people itch with hatred: "Master Zhou Shengren, why are you in such a hurry?"

When the two of them landed, Zhou Zishu suddenly groaned and hugged his right arm. The man in gray, Wen Kexing, tore open his sleeve unceremoniously and deliberately tore it sideways, as if he wanted to drag others into trouble even if his sleeve was broken.

As if, but the next moment, he frowned again - Zhou Zishu saw two small scars on his right arm, which looked like poisonous insect stings and turned purple.

Wen Kexing said: "I asked you why you ran so fast. It's because you were stung by a poisonous scorpion."

Zhang Chengling didn't expect this to happen. As if he understood something, he looked back at the dead man who had sneaked up on them, and his face turned pale.

Before Zhou Zishu could say anything, Wen Kexing used lightning to seal several of his large acupuncture points and ordered: "Shut up."

Then he took out a magnet from his pocket and carefully sucked out the two small needles that looked like cow hairs that were driven into his flesh. Then he leaned over and used his mouth to give him blood without any care.
Chapter completed!