Five

Sang turned his head back, his gaze seemingly passing through the back wall of the inn. Zhao Zimai didn't hear this voice originally, but now when he saw Sang's appearance, his heart couldn't help but tighten, he stood up from the table, and walked to it in three steps and two steps.

"How ......"

"Shh," it said with a finger to his lips and in a voice that couldn't have been softer, "don't speak." ”

Of course, Zhao Zimai didn't dare to say another word, because he saw Sang's earlobe move, as if he was listening carefully, not like a human, but like a vigilant cat.

Suddenly, its body moved, and before he could react, he saw that it had stepped up to the corner of the stairs, and with a light leap of cat, it had escaped through a small window in the wall.

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The moment his feet touched the ground, Zhao Zimai's exclamation still vaguely echoed in his ears, but Sang didn't have time to think about it, he got up and chased after him. It didn't know what it was, but it felt very well that it had aroused its appetite a thousand times stronger than the flesh of a cherry.

The corridor was so dark that it couldn't see its fingers, but fortunately, one of its eyes was glowing, so it could get a rough idea of what was ahead: there was a black shadow, no more than knee-high, about half a foot away from it, staggering forward without touching the ground.

Sang shouted, and three streams of fire burst out from the palm of his hand, rushing towards the shadow. There was a sound of "bang" in his ears, and the black shadow seemed to be caught by the flames, but quickly dodged it. But in the light of the fire, Sang saw the bloodstain on the ground, less than two feet wide, like a red ribbon, spreading forward.

"Burn."

It roared again, and the flames seemed to be poured with a bucket of hot oil, and they swelled with a "bang", illuminating the entire corridor so brightly that even every brick crack could be seen clearly.

But the black shadow was gone, and it was gone, just for a short moment, and it disappeared from under its nose.

"Damn," the duck flew away, and Sang was angry and anxious, clenching his hands into fists to collect the flames, his teeth creaking, "What a monster, it escaped so fast." ”

The hair in his ears was blown up by a gust of wind, the tip of Sang's nose shrugged, and his clenched palms slowly spread out again. In the midst of the lightning, she quickly turned around and pushed the flame in her palm towards the two yellow eyes the size of a basin in front of her.

"Woohoo."

The thing dodged and slipped under Sang's split legs, its barbed tail flicked at its calf, and it couldn't help but bare its teeth in pain, and forced the painful "oops" in its throat.

Sang was furious, turned around and reached out to touch the copper needle on his waist, but he touched the void, and then it remembered that the copper needle had been cut in half by the monk, although Mu Cripple had already found a craftsman to pick it up again, but according to him, it still needed to be enshrined for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and it could only be used after the consecration practice.

However, after a moment of hesitation, the monster that was swimming along the ground suddenly turned its head, raised its long, thick body in the air, and made a "hissing" snake roar in the direction of Sang.

By the light of the fire, Sang saw it for what it really was: it was a large serpent, more than three feet long, with a triangular head, its yellow eyes bulging outward, its half-open mouth full of fangs, and a bright red letter slid out of its mouth and swayed from side to side on its chest. There were no barbs on the serpent's body, but it was the scales that stabbed Mulberry in the calf from head to toe. Now, the scales were all raised, making the serpent look like it was covered with sharp spines.

How could such a beast lurk in such a place?

Sang raised two long eyebrows, raised his hand in the direction of the big snake, and the surging flames in his palm flew towards the big snake like a whip, firmly entangled the thick snake body, and tightened it tighter and tighter. The serpent hissed, and its body was now like a burning barrel of fire, and the flames burned high, spreading rapidly from one of its scales, and burrowing through the gaps between the scales into its flesh, and downwards and downwards. Its mouth opened wide, and its upper and lower jaws became almost straight, except for the slender letter that peeked out of its throat, the tip of which was forked.

"Burn."

Seeing the big snake being bound by the flames, Sang's heart suddenly became happy, and the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time poured out with the spread of the flames, and it was out of control. It laughed loudly, its eyes reddened by the firelight, like countless bright rhododendrons blooming in its eyeballs.

The next moment, however, the laughter stopped abruptly, and it saw itself lightly shuttling through the blood light like flying sand and stones, leaving behind it a terrible scream.

Sila......

The serpent's body was shrinking dramatically, and it was surrounded by flames, turning into a cloud of ashes, and when the wind blew, it dispersed, turning into countless black particles and drifting away along the corridor.

Sang stood still and didn't move, just now, it saw itself again, it was stained with blood, killed countless people, and was an out-and-out murderer. How could it still say such righteous and awe-inspiring words to that monk? What is the difference between it and him? He takes pleasure in killing, and how can it not?

Thousands of thoughts were rolling in his mind, but his sleeve was pulled by a hand, "Great Immortal, what is that basilisk, how can it be in this alley?" ”

Zhao Zimai's voice came from behind him, and it fell softly into Sang's ears. Its heart moved, it woke up from the fragments of memory that had been severed, looked back at Zhao Zimai's pale face, and subconsciously asked, "What?" ”

Zhao Zimai's voice was slightly surprised, "I'm still worried, but you divided five by two, and then strangled that basilisk, which is really neat and extraordinary." ”

"Extraordinary?" Sang repeated his words, but there was a chill in his voice, "I thought the same thing when I imprisoned that basilisk, but later, when I saw that it was burned to ashes in a short time, I knew that I had been fooled. ”

"Fooled?"

Sang stared at the black road in front of him, and said coldly, "What died at my hands just now was just a snake skin, and its body, I don't know if it escaped or was sucked by something." ”

"Something? Did you just find something else here? Zhao Zimai gasped, and his eyes widened suddenly.