Zhou Lao was dumbfounded by the villager who suddenly broke out, and his face was dark blue with anger at this time.

I, Uncle Monkey, and my cousin couldn't help but burst out laughing right away.

"Boss Zhou, you are lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot, something you are very familiar with, why are you hiding it and not reporting it? Tell me, what is this black-faced monk? How can you still catch ghosts? Could it be that he is still a Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain? ”

The cousin immediately saw the needle and sarcastically mocked the old thief Zhou.

Old thief Zhou's face was very ugly, but he couldn't help but ask us like this, so he could only open his mouth and say to us: "This black-faced monk is actually a kind of bird, but this kind of bird is amazing, he doesn't know where to get a lot of flints, its body is covered with this kind of flint, and the flint is as long as it is used."

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