"What!? Burn it, then, what are you going to do with the things in the coffin!?!?!" The big man who was strangled said, grinning in various ways, and the half of the arm around his neck was still there.
Hanging there, the slender fingers like steel hooks of the claws pinched the opponent's neck and seemed unable to get it off. As he said this, he was also buckling the collar-like thing around his neck.
"Oh my god, what time has it been? Are you still thinking about the things inside!? Which is more important, the things or the life? You stupid boy can't tell the difference!" said the old man who ran the hotel, and kicked the
The big man kicked him, then turned to the bearded man and said, "Look, let's just listen to this."
My brother, you have also seen this little brother’s methods. He is different from Jia Banxian’er, but he is a person with real abilities! Look, this arm is still hanging here, there must be zombies or something inside, you guys
Tell me, why do you think we really let the stuff out!?"
The old man said, a little excited. At this time, someone among the spectators whispered: "Eh? It seems to be true...haven't you heard the old people say that there have been monsters in our place?"
, that thing can also eat people, if it is really released, everyone will suffer!"
"That's right! Didn't you see what popped out there just now? It must be a monster! Damn it, if that little brother hadn't appeared in time, then someone would have died here!" After the man finished speaking, another one
The person replied immediately.
"That's right!" Now, more people were cheering.
I thought about it for a while, and I felt that these people must know that they would not get any benefits, and they wanted to encourage the other party to ruin this fortune. Then who didn’t say that in this world, you don’t worry about scarcity, you only worry about inequality. Seeing others get rich
There must be jealousy.
However, the big man who was one of the parties involved was obviously reluctant to lose this treasure. He held the branch-like claws with both hands and hesitated. After we waited for a while, he still shook his head and said to us: "No, no, no! Just
It’s such a pity to burn it like this. Otherwise, we could work together and sell this thing to Boss Xia! If we don’t take it apart, we’ll sell it together with the coffin!”
After the other party finished speaking, the bearded man was also tempted. He nodded and muttered: "This is also a way! But, will the pile be broken... What if the things inside are released and come back to take revenge?
How to fix it!?"
"Tsk, you guys!" Seeing them leaving us alone, the owner of the hotel was unhappy. He shook his head, walked forward, and then frowned and scolded: "What, are you obsessed?
I don’t know what it means to make money but not spend it! Think about it with your conscience, would you be dead if you didn’t have this little brother just now!” He said
Then he nodded at the big man with a claw hanging from his neck, then turned to the bearded man and said: "And you! You have some bad ideas. I didn't split the coffin as you said, otherwise,
The things inside have been released a long time ago. We all have to finish playing before this little brother comes over! It will be burned! What nonsense! Don’t you think so!"
After the old man finished speaking, he swung his arm with all his strength. Everyone looked at it and all the crowd started to respond. The two people looked at each other and nodded reluctantly even though they were reluctant.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing! Now that the old man and this little brother have spoken, we have to give this favor! Maoshan disciples are all people with great abilities. We will rely on these few for anything in the future.
Brothers, can you give me some advice?
! Come and find a few people to find alcohol, gasoline, etc., and burn them as soon as possible! I don’t care about this matter, just listen to this little brother!" The big man said, waved his hand in a very open-minded and unrestrained gesture, and then patted him.
The bearded man asked him to continue.
The bearded guy was just like him, and he said a few words in a dazzling way. From what he meant, it seemed as if he was cutting off this way of making money to give me face.
I listened, a little confused, but what they said was quite polite. I was too embarrassed to refute in front of everyone, so I nodded reluctantly and asked everyone to pour gasoline alcohol into the coffin through the hole. At this time, the big man with a claw hanging on his neck
He ran over with a silly smile on his face, pointed to the claw on his neck, and said to me a little embarrassedly: "This little brother... look... this...
"
"Oh, you can't break it off?" Immediately I understood what he meant, I turned my head and looked slightly, and saw that the claw was still on the other person's neck, gripping it so hard that it was digging into his flesh.
A lot of blood flowed out from the neck, but judging from the color of the blood and the shape of the wound, there should be no signs of poisoning. I picked up the fingers of the claw and tried it, but the claw did not move!
The five fingers are only as thick as a pencil, but they are harder than a steel hook. Even though I tried hard several times, I couldn't break the thing off...
"What kind of claws are these? Why do they look like chicken claws?" Looking at the wrinkles on it, Da Niu scratched his head and looked confused.
"It should be a zombie, but there are many types of zombies. I see that the opening of the coffin is so evil that it is probably a zombie transformed by some monster. This kind of zombie is much more vicious than the zombies you usually see. Even if it is
The one who is usually called the Corpse King cannot compare to him!"
I said, asking him to sit aside, and immediately squatted down to get the remaining bit of dog blood that Jia Banxian'er used. I dipped a little on my thumb and a little on my middle finger. The two fingers faced each other and clasped into a shape.
It's a bracelet-like shape that gently presses on the wrist of that withered hand,
With gentle force, he pushed forward, pushed it to the opponent's neck, and then pulled it back suddenly. In an instant, two red blood lines appeared on the arm.
Those people didn't know what I was going to do, and they all stared at the two red lines. Just as they were holding their breath and looking at it seriously, I raised my sword finger and slowly activated the spell.
The two red lines flashed suddenly, and then returned to their original state. Thick smoke rose from the red lines, and was wrapped in a pungent burnt smell.
Seeing that the time was about right, I signaled everyone to step back. Then, I raised my fingers high and then slashed down violently. With a bang, a thick fog appeared on the claws, and then, cough cough.
A series of trivial sounds were heard from the coughing ground, and countless cracks immediately appeared around the two red lines on the arm, and they fell like scattered stones.
The steel-like claws shattered to the ground, and the man was freed. But like everyone else, he was also shocked by this seemingly weird method. He ran to the side and kept touching his neck.
It was as if he was confirming whether he had been hurt by what he had just done.