Zhuo Shu, who was lifted, kicked twice, and stopped struggling.

Zhuo Shu opened his eyes and glared at the witch media: "You forced me!"

"Can you still go, take my uncle here immediately!" Zhuo Shu said to me.

I shook my head with difficulty, I couldn't stand up.

"You..." Before Zhuo Shu could say anything, he was punched in the door by the witch media.

When he looked back, I saw that his nose had been crooked.

Two streams of blood flowed down his crooked nose, and at this time, the tears in his eyes caused by his nose and hands kept flowing, no matter how you look at it, it is miserable.

I couldn't get back up with all my might, so I had to crawl towards him.

Isn't this a fuss! Just let you go, you just left in the first place!

There was a fire in my heart, and the wound in my abdomen, combined with the blood loss, made me barely crawl a few steps before I had no strength again.

I've scolded this guy hundreds of times in my heart, this is a life-saving person, he could have run, and he had to stay here.

"You... Stay back... Stay away from me..."At this time, Zhuo Shu's mouth was like an egg stuffed, and he couldn't speak clearly, and his whole head had been beaten into a pig's head by the witch media.

This witch media may also think that this guy has a problem with his head, and actually ran over to send him to death.

In fact, I can see that this witch medium is one with the dagger at this time, so the sanity she retains is very limited, holding Zhuo Shu with one hand and constantly bombarding his head with the other, as if playing a game.

I managed to crawl to her feet and reached over with my left hand to grab his ankle.

The mark on her palm slowly warmed, and the witch suddenly shrank her foot, and I saw a burning scar on her ankle, which seemed to be able to do a little bit of damage.

I hate myself for not being strong enough at this time, and if I change to Zhao Gan, I'm afraid I won't be as embarrassed as me.

The witch media was a little angry that I dared to strike again when I had no power to fight back just now, and let go of Zhuo Shu, who had already been beaten and couldn't see the human form on his face, as if giving me the last blow.

"A gentleman is not martial, nor is he without supernatural powers..."Zhuo Shu said this sentence at this time.

I watched him slowly get up from the ground, and smiled bitterly in my heart, this guy always pops out of his mouth with such literary words, what a storyteller!

I turned my head, and the final blow was ready to be delivered.

"Roar!" a very miserable roar shook my spirit.

The witch media also sensed that something was wrong, gave up killing me, and turned his face to look aside.

I followed the witch's gaze.

At this time, Zhuo Shu seemed to be in great pain, his legs were constantly trembling, and he seemed to be unable to stand up, but he did not fall down.

"Come out! come out!" Zhuo Shu roared almost frantically.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came.

This smell of blood is very special, it smells like blood, but it is not, it gives people the feeling of being from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Because I was injured and covered in blood, but the smell overshadowed the smell of blood on my body.

The imprint on my palm became very hot in an instant.

And I felt the brass bell around my neck seem to be shaking constantly.

There was a tearing sound of clothes tearing.

Zhuo Shu's originally weak hand tore off his clothes, as if he had torn a piece of paper.

When he tore his clothes off his body, my eyes shrank.

Because there is a tattoo on his body.

This tattoo runs from the collarbone to the lower abdomen, with both sides reaching the ribs.

The tattoo is a ferocious beast.

The beast's body is tiger-shaped, with long hair covering most of its body, and the tattoos are so lifelike that you can even see what every hair looks like.

And the face of this fierce beast is a human face, but this face is more like a grimace, there is a pair of huge fangs on the mouth, the fangs are from the bottom up, like the fangs of a wild boar, stretching the whole face shape, four tiger claws, the blades on each claw are very clear, even if they are tattooed on the body, they feel extremely sharp.

In particular, the tail behind him, which wraps around his right chest to his left lower abdomen.

This tattoo feels very brutal just by looking at it, and even has the feeling that it will jump off his body and choose someone to devour.

I always had a sense of familiarity, as if I had seen this beast somewhere.

The witch media also seemed to be shocked by this tattoo, and stood in front of Zhuo Shu without taking the lead, but kept pacing back and forth around Zhuo Shu, as if waiting for the opportunity, and it was also like a test of reality.

At this time, Zhuo Shu closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fainted while standing on the spot, with his head on his neck.

And the tattoo on his upper body has changed.

The black tattoo seemed to be evaporating, and a black mist constantly evaporated from the tattoo, and the black gas did not dissipate, but surrounded his body.

His leaning body swelled up in an instant.

The previously emaciated youth has become a muscular warrior.

On the swollen muscles, layers of tiny ciphertext emerged, and these lines seemed to be somewhat like the lines on the skeletons created by this dagger, but they were more like individual words.

Zhuo Shu's breathing gradually became rapid.

More and more ciphertext emerged from him.

I have a vague feeling that these words are more like chains, as if they are blocking the tattoo.

Suddenly, Zhuo Shu raised his head.

As soon as the eyes widened, the black pupils in the entire eyeball suddenly spread, turning the entire eye extremely black.

But these dark eyes should have been extremely deep, but at this time, all kinds of tyranny, greed, anger and other emotions emerged from them.

It's even infecting my mood.

"Roar!" a rough roar came out of his mouth, and the sound was deep, like an ancient beast coming to life.

And I'm yelling in pain.

Because the imprint on the hand reacts greatly.

The pain was like pulling out my tendons and putting them on a soldering iron to keep grilling.

The brass bell hanging from the mouth of the heart also buzzed and vibrate, and it seemed that it was about to ring.

I endured the pain and held the brass bell in my hand, not wanting to reveal this secret.

And the silkworm chrysalis in my heart seemed to be suppressed by the power of the imprint at this time, and sank into my heart without moving.

Zhuo Shu looked around, as if looking for something.

"It's you!" Zhuo Shu said in a deep, hoarse voice.

I took a look, and at this time, Zhuo Shu's target was not a witch medium, but looked at me and said.

"What did you say?" I asked, pushing my breath.

"It's you, it's you!" Zhuo Shu looked like a lit bucket.

In an instant, as if he was furious to the point of spiritual rage, he casually picked up the corpse of the old man who had died before, and tore the corpse in half with a sharp pull of one hand and one leg.

Then his hands continued to wave, waving the two halves of the corpse into a tiger, and the sky was full of broken internal organs and blood.

The corpse quickly shattered, and he didn't stop, but smashed all the intact tables in the teahouse.

But I feel that even so, the anger in his heart has not subsided at all, but has intensified.

Just as he was targeting the middle-aged man, I hurriedly stopped him: "Your target is her!"

I didn't expect my voice to really pull his target back from the middle-aged man.

He turned his face to look at the witch medium.

The witch media also seemed to be shocked by what he had just seen, and slowly retreated, and kept making a threatening grunt.

"You dare to threaten me?" asked Zhuo Shu.

The witch turned around and was about to leave.

But he couldn't catch it off by mistake, and at this time, Zhuo Shu's speed was faster than him.

Zhuo Shu jumped out of a distance of two or three meters, and caught up with this witch medium almost instantly.

The witch media turned around and punched Zhuo Shu in the face.

Peng's moment, the witch media was originally very sensitive, and the speed of this punch was also very fast, but it was just punched back by Zhuo Shu.

I can't believe it, how could this Zhuo Shu change from the appearance of a scholar to this kind of killing god.

His punch directly twisted the witch medium's fist.

The witch media roared in pain and was about to continue to escape, but Leng Ding was grabbed by Zhuo Shu's ankle.

The witch medium broke free a few times and found that there was no way to break free, and at this time it felt that the witch medium had panicked and almost lost its instincts.

But Zhuo Shu didn't care about all this, and grabbed her other foot with his other hand.

Zhuo Shu, this guy still wants to tear people!

The witch media also felt the catastrophe of life and death, and with one hand on the head of the snake in his chest, he actually pulled out the original dagger.

At this time, the dark green color on the witch media's body also began to fade, as if this power was in the dagger.

She bent back, her entire waist bent in an eerie arc, and the dagger stabbed directly into Zhuo Shu's chest.

Zhuo Shu immediately let go and grabbed the dagger.

The witch seemed to have regained his senses, and actually abandoned his dagger and ran backwards.

But she never expected that after Zhuo Shu got the dagger, he threw it at the back of the witch medium's heart, and the speed was actually faster than my coffin nail.

It was like a coffin nail that I shot out with stamina, and when the dagger sank into the witch's heart, the huge momentum directly pinned her to the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Shu stepped over and approached the witch medium.

One hand pressed violently against the dagger.

"Roar!" he slammed the dagger into pieces.

The black smoke appeared again, but as soon as Zhuo Shu puffed up his chest, the black smoke melted into the tattoo.

There seemed to be a nameless suction, and the witch medium was not dead, but it was constantly struggling.

Gradually, a phantus appeared from her, slowly drawn into the tattoo by this suction.

After this phantom disappeared, Dong Jiayi's body also appeared, Zhuo Shu let go of his hand and let Dong Jiayi's body fall to the ground.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhuo Shu stepped on Dong Jiayi's head and directly stomped on her head!

My eyes shrank suddenly, what was he doing.

Until he slowly walked towards me, with murderous intent in his eyes.

This guy turned out to be not Zhuo Shu, but was robbed by something.

I want to rub back, it's all over!

I couldn't hide as fast as he did, and soon he was in front of me.

I took a few deep breaths and suddenly felt like I was going to die.

He leaned down and reached out to grab my neck: "It's you!"