A gray shadow shot out from the red and gold two-color starlight, and the rickety figure went straight to "Yin Pingzhi"!

It flew up the furious tentacle bush, and with a few taps and a few vertical leaps, it approached "Yin Pingzhi".

Hundreds of blue tentacles defended back, but they were easily dodged by the gray shadow.

It jumped up gracefully, turned smartly, and landed lightly - impartially riding right on the neck of "Yin Pingzhi", just like a young child riding on the shoulders of an elder.

But the gray shadow was not a child, but an old man. The man was weather-colored, skinny, with unkempt hair, and a gray robe that was often torn...... It's a beggar!

The old beggar didn't wait to sit down, so he bowed down and took it into the arms of "Yin Pingzhi", and drank vigorously as he went: "Give me back the painting!!

"Yin Pingzhi" naturally didn't want to be a mount, but no matter how he dodged and pulled, the old beggar sat firmly on his neck as if he had taken root on his shoulder, and kept touching-

"Po", a writhing cluster of blue Yingying tentacles was dragged out, torn off, and thrown down by the old beggar, and before it hit the ground, it turned into a substance like a black garbage bag.

A three-meter-long insect hind leg was broken and thrown off, and it also turned into a foul-smelling black sticky and harmful garbage.

"Ah......h

In just one tea time, "Yin Pingzhi" was surrounded by hazardous garbage formed by the decay of giant insect stumps.

It can be seen that there is a "giant insect herbarium" hidden in its body!

"Yin Pingzhi" is getting weaker and weaker, almost hollowed out, and the old beggar is getting more and more anxious-

The surrounding aura suddenly swayed, and the old beggar dragged out a piece of inkstone-sized demonic mist from Yin Pingzhi's cavity!

Immediately, the aura of the entire crypt was chaotic and agitated, and all the spiritual plants withered and dilapidated.

"Yin Pingzhi" was deflated the moment the demon mist left his body, and he fell to the ground like a broken inflatable doll, quickly turning into a pile of black slime.

The old beggar fell to the ground, pinched the magic mist and laughed three times, raised his head, and swallowed it heroically!

Zhang Ning was dumbfounded - you should leave me a sample for experiments!

After the old beggar finished eating the magic mist, he was still unsatisfied, and muttered: "Back then, I was on the border of Wuwei Fort. I stayed in the fort with my brothers for a month, and as soon as I came out, I wanted to eat sour soup - the sour soup at that time was ......" [Note]

Speaking of this, he stopped and swallowed his saliva, raised his face and squinted at Zhang Ning...... He didn't care about the black mucus that began to ooze from his abdomen.

The sour soup stall has long been knocked over and trampled by the demonized herd! Zhang Ning didn't know how to reply to the old man for a while.

Seeing that Zhang Ning didn't react, the old beggar took two steps towards him, squinted his eyes and said, "Little brother, bring me a bowl...... Soup bar. ”...... Black slime had been running down his legs and onto the ground, spilling all the way with his steps 👣.

"No problem, I have a lot of delicious things here," Zhang Ning raised his hand, and immediately had a bowl of steaming sour soup beef soup in his hand, "as long as you can keep ...... old"

Before he could finish speaking, the old beggar disintegrated like a weathered sand sculpture, turned into white points of light and flew away, and finally converged into a white drawing paper the size of A4 paper.

There is only one figure on the paper—skinny but rugged, hair messy but not greasy, and shabby but clean and dry...... With just a few brushstrokes, he sketched the charm of the old beggar.

The turbulence of the aura converges into a small whirlwind, and the freehand ink painting is twisted into powder, turned into golden points of light and dissipated......