It's rare for me to be calmer now than I was before.

Look up to the left of the corpse.

I saw a man standing next to the corpse worm's body that looked exactly like the corpse worm before, with the same willow eyebrows, the same thick lips, the same small ears, and the same big nose.

But the man was dressed differently than the corpse worm.

If the "Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes" worn by the corpse worm is the top existence in the robes, then the robes worn by this man are the beggars among beggars, tattered.

There are many styles of robes.

He wears a "gown", also known as a "gown".

The placket, which reaches to the calf, is sewn with multiple layers of coarse linen, which looks very clumsy and heavy. It belongs to the Taoist priests who traveled in the past and wore it when meditating in the wild, and most of the time the function was to protect against the wind and cold.

The peachwood sword held in his hand has no tip.

His eyes were no longer stunned, but instead of witty and sensitive, he was manic and unangry. The wide-eyed and panting was like the famous tiger Li Kui in the Water Margin, the peachwood sword was comparable to two Xuanhua plate axes, who came up and pretended to be unconvinced, and immediately split the girl in half.

I have to use one description to describe his words.

I think the phrase "the tiger is in the sky" could not be more appropriate.

Just looking at this shape, it should be the "three insects in the middle corpse, Peng quality" in the "three corpses", and the main characteristics are annoying and delusional, and they can't be quiet.

I didn't figure out his routine, because he still used his not too smart eyes and not too sharp peachwood sword to aim at the corpses of the three insects on the corpse, and he kept chopping with tenacity, as if he wanted to break him into pieces.

"Whew......"

I clenched Nanfang Fourteen, turned my head and rushed at the fat man Nunu, signaling him to hurry up and get ready for battle.

The situation is very strange.

He seemed to ignore us, and only after he had slashed the peachwood sword in the dirt with too much force did he look back for a new weapon.

Just this time, he caught a glimpse of me and Fang Fatzi.

“……”

He chose to ignore the two of us, pulled his sleeves up on his wrists, leaked out his white and slender palms like little girls, and walked still to the table. When he got to the table, he lifted the yellow cloth and found a box of matches from the drawer of the table.

Because of the dampness, the match was not easy to ignite, and he gritted his teeth, and secretly angry that the twelfth match was finally lit.

Light the red candlestick with a match.

Two flames illuminate the items placed on the table.

After he confirmed that the Demon Suppression Sword had disappeared inexplicably, he didn't look for it, and reached out to insert a palm glutinous rice from the rice bucket. Move the sandalwood dish under the palm of your hand, and then start shaking the palm of your hand to shake enough glutinous rice from the palm of your hand to the tabletop, leaving only one yellowed old glutinous rice like amber.

What is this for?!

I don't know exactly how far the gap between friend and foe is, so I can only watch his every move to judge how strong his Dao cultivation is.

"Humanity is slim. Immortal Dao is reckless. Hell-witted. When life is ......"

He was a stumbling man, speaking intermittently, babbling, and reciting a short passage of scripture as if he were memorizing a book from heaven. However, the movement in his hand is not slow, and he uses the first ring on the front of his thumb to support the glutinous rice, and circles back and forth on the candle flame that is not too hot, until the glutinous rice also ignites the spark.

After the glutinous rice ignited the spark, he gently put the glutinous rice into a clean water cup without water. The left hand picked up the stiff brush, the index finger of the right hand buckled on the belly of the middle finger, the sharp and protruding nail cover was scratched, and the blood on the belly of the middle finger gushed out like a fountain. He then placed his middle finger on top of the cup, letting the blood run to the ground.

From beginning to end, I have always had a doubt, and at this moment I finally solved the puzzle.

Whether it is him in a crazy and stupid state, or he is in this tiger-eyed state, his hands are real, and the beauty can be compared to the hand model.

He should have deliberately used the other side flower to help his three souls' hands condense to some flesh, at least this would help him do it.

The blood flowed quickly, and it didn't take long for a third of the cup to be dripped to the bottom of the cup.

He stirred the brush in the water purification cup so that the brush was stained with blood, and at the same time took a narrow rectangular piece of yellow sheet paper.

When he felt that the brush was almost wet, he lifted the brush and flew wildly on the yellow table paper, and the pen walked the dragon and snake to write the mystery of the talisman.

"Brother Yi...... Don't stop him for a while? ”

Fang Fatzi saw that I didn't move at all, and there was no bottom in his heart.

I motioned to him to stabilize his mood first: "Don't worry, let's see what he has to do first...... It's never too late to get started! ”

What I never expected!

He drew the talisman so fast that it was boundless, and he drew the talisman in three strokes and five by two, and looked at the talisman he had drawn, smiling like a child who was going to show off everywhere. Hold the rune paper between the two fingers of your left hand so that the rune paper stands erect between your fingers.

"Hahaha......"

He laughed wildly, laughing like eating meat and drinking wine, Li Kui, who was divided into gold and silver, just didn't have a beard, otherwise he would be a green forest robber, and he didn't have the appearance of a fairy wind bone at all.

I can see the font written on the character, how far away I am.

Well...... It's abstract, it's cursive, it's quite sloppy.

It's just that I don't understand the meaning of this word.

""

That's right, he wrote a word.

What do you mean? What about scolding the two of us?!

Fang Fatzi squinted his eyes, and with the help of the moonlight, he also successfully saw what was written: "This is really a cultural person!" Scolding people draw talismans and scold! It's not ordinary! ”

Cultural people are a fart! Is your family cultured like this?

I muttered, "Why do I feel weird!" it! Look! What is he doing? it! Are the current generation of evil spirits already so crazy?! ”

That's right!

He painstakingly lit the match a second time, burned the talisman paper, and put all the burned paper ashes into the water purification cup. Then he splashed the cup of blood on his face.

"Hiss ......"

I don't know if it's the blood that has the effect of repelling evil spirits from chicken blood, like maggots on the tarsal bones, it hovers on his face and refuses to stay. And succeeded in inflicting irreversible damage on himself, and the water-covered area was sprinkled with sulfuric acid, and he hissed and smoked like a chimney.

That's not the most important thing!

The most important thing is that he doesn't feel pain! He stooped down and lifted the yellow cloth, and took out a stick that resembled a mourning stick from the large drawer in the low compartment, but the paper flower tied to the stick was not white, but a slightly pink red.

Stick in hand! He has it in the world!

He stood forward with his hands on the stick, his arms bent back at a respectful angle of nearly ninety degrees. I didn't take the right steps, and my legs stood in a military posture.

Beyond that, he had his eyes closed, his long, weed-like hair swaying with the frequency of his head twitching.

The frequency of his head twitching and his facial expressions were absurd

The frequency is that unconscious cold twitch or two, similar to ADHD. The facial expression is a mysterious smile, and the smile is very sweet and happy, and we don't know what he's happy about.

Later, his arms shook along with his head.

The only sound that came from the audience was the rustling of his stick-tied paper flowers, and the sound gradually increased, and one of the paper flowers had been shaken away.

"Is he going to pretend to be an old lady and lie to the two of us!?"

Fang Fatzi's brain circuit is always very strange.

"Bang! Bang!"

I didn't answer Fang Fatzi's words, I flicked the bolt, pulled the trigger seven times, and fired two shots.

The bullet entered his body, causing only a brief pause in his movements. But these two blows obviously didn't help, counting a total of seven paper flowers in the past and three were thrown off.

I quickly tucked the gun into my belt and swung my cuffs to throw a hidden weapon and smash the gun. It's a pity that it's not up to par, and the cannon explodes in front of the table.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Fang Fatzi didn't understand why I was suddenly excited.

"I'm sorry to eat it raw!"

I saw that Nanfang Fourteen and the cannon couldn't stop his movements, so I summoned the net cloud suppression microphone, and explained to the fat man by the way: "I thought this force was a cultivator!" Then I thought he wanted to become a god! Now I find out I'm blind! He doesn't want to do anything! He just wanted to die! ”