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"I've been here for four days, and I've been busy preparing information about the temple's treasures and integrating those stragglers. Tomorrow is about to start in earnest, so let's go out and relax alone tonight. ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Wushuang changed into loose clothes, and did not call the busy Xiong Li and Lu Wenguang. He only put a pair of special stainless steel fists in his pocket, and walked out of the manor gate.

Since Kerala is located on the coast of India, it has developed commerce and trade, and is relatively open in all aspects. So although night falls, there are still a lot of pedestrians coming and going, and the roadside vendors are also in the film industry. A strong smell of curry rushed into Zao Wou-shuang's nose.

The curry of the Indian asans is famous all over the world, and this is known in later generations. However, in this day and age, curry is still the food of the three people.

Zhao Wushuang was in a good mood, and after walking over and eating a few bowls, he shifted his attention to another stall. In fact, he still enjoys the feeling now. It appears in a human body, and is able to relax freely. This reminded him of the feeling of spending the weekend in the peaceful and prosperous times of his previous life......

Suddenly, his eyes saw a person beside the road, and his heart was shocked.

I saw that the man was wearing a white robe and a thick strange turban wrapped around his head, sitting cross-legged on a strange futon. There was also a half-human-high bamboo basket on the ground in front of him, and the third brother was holding a long special bamboo flute in his hand, which was blowing softly.

So the lid of the bamboo basket seemed to be lifted open by something, and it fell to the ground with a clatter. A bright red snake head sticks out from within, swaying rhythmically from side to side to the sound of the flute.

This really attracted many passers-by, and everyone was giggling and pointing, hoping to throw money on the ground in front of this person.

Zhao Wushuang, who was standing in the distance, could see at a glance that this was a snake control person!!

It's the same as what I once encountered on Ryujin Island, which was still used as a temporary base by the British. At that time, he was still too weak, and he was almost cornered by the snake controller, and he was split by the thunder. I didn't expect to come to India now and see the group of snake controllers again.

However, Zhao Wushuang's strength now is very different from that time, and he is not at the same level at all. In addition, it is not the real body of the poisonous python after all, but the spirit is possessed by the humanoid puppet, so the sound of the snake control man's flute does not have such a great impact on him.

Zhao Wushuang was separated by a distance, and his gaze crossed the crowd and fell on the snake control man.

As if sensing something, the snake controller who was playing the bamboo flute intently raised his head and glanced at him. The eyes of the two seemed to cross the void and collide with the crowd, and there seemed to be some ripples in the air.

Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared: "These guys' perception is really keen." I've been attached to the body of a humanoid golem, and they can still find me? It's okay, just play with them. ”

He was undaunted.

To put it bluntly, the magic of the snake control people is just the control of snakes. Their real body and combat effectiveness are not necessarily more powerful than ordinary people. With Zhao Wushuang's current terrifying body, he beat them to scum in minutes!

The Indian snake controller suddenly smiled at the crowd of enthusiastic onlookers around him, and then put away the bamboo flute in his hand. The red viper slowly retracted into the bamboo basket and stopped moving.

He picked up the lid on the ground and gently closed it, then tucked the futon under his arm and carried the bamboo basket on his back.

Zhao Wushuang naturally wouldn't let go of this guy, and he also strode forward and followed-he could feel that this guy was also deliberately leading him over.

So on the street, a snake controller in a white robe walked in front, and a two-meter-three-four muscular giant was faintly followed in the distance behind! Strange as it may be, the saying "it's none of your business" is true in any country. No one paid any attention to them.

Gradually, I moved away from the streets of the night market, which were more crowded. The surrounding paths are becoming more and more barren, and the woods are becoming more and more dense. It looks gloomy and a little crazy.

Zhao Wushuang was a little impatient with this guy's pretending to be a ghost, and seeing that there was no one around, he stopped and yelled forward: "Hey, I said how long are you going to carry your broken basket to?" If you have something to say, let it go, let it go, pretend to be a ghost, and look at the one who gives you a. So can, why don't you go to heaven? Isn't it time to buy you a monkey? ”

There was no one here, and Zhao Wushuang also released it a little, and some Internet terms from his previous life that he couldn't say anymore after coming to the end of the Qing Dynasty all soared out.

I don't know if the snake controller really understood, but he did turn around and grin at Zhao Wushuang. Then he beckoned, and a figure immediately appeared in the dense forest around him, and a lot of Indian Ah Sanlai, who were also wearing white robes and wearing white cloth on their heads, came out.

They are also holding bamboo flutes in their hands and carrying a bamboo basket.

Obviously, they are all snake controllers!

"Yo? It's still in droves. Are you going to encircle me? Zhao Wushuang felt a little funny, and a somewhat cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although he doesn't have any special dislike for Indian Ah San, he has some hatred for the profession of Indian snake controller. I almost killed myself at the beginning.

In addition, the guy in front of him is still pretending, forced, and criminal, and he seems to be very **. It's simply a standard routine for a big-tailed wolf.

"We are all the most loyal devotees of the snake god Ananta, who in turn is the mount of Lord Vishnu. The Padmanaba Swamy Temple has been miraculous lately, but unexpectedly, the wise snake slave under Ananta took the opportunity to escape and rob the human body. As followers of Ananta, we should take back the rebellious snake slave for God. ”

A wave similar to a divine sense fluctuation was transmitted to Zhao Wushuang's brain, and only then did he suddenly realize what was going on. Then suddenly there was a surge of anger in my heart!

Damn, damn it! These damn pretending to be ghosts! How dare you think that this dragon god is the slave of the so-called snake god of Raushzi?

As the actual controller of the entire Guangdong and the dragon god believed by the people of the Dragon God Sect, Zhao Wushuang also gradually cultivated the arrogance of being an "immortal". Now he is actually considered by others to be a slave of a god believed in by the Fanbangyi people, how can he bear it?

Facing the increasing number of snake controllers around him, Zhao Wushuang sneered, slowly took out the spiked steel fist gloves from his pocket and put them on his hand.

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