To be honest, I've seen a lot of zongzi, but this is the first time I've seen a zongzi that can give people hallucinations.

There are so many strange things in this ancient tomb and its attached dungeon, and there are only two kinds of monsters that can give people hallucinations: one is the big black beetle that I can't name, and the other is the small rice dumpling in front of me.

These two things are even more fierce than hallucinogenic drugs, which makes me really ****.

At this time, I was already soaked with sweat, nervous and nervous to pay attention to the four small dumplings in front and back, my brain was running at high speed, thinking about how to deal with it, but there was really no way at all, and I felt more and more that if I wanted to live, I could only fight.

I checked the iron drill in my hand, but my heart was weak for a while.

I guess I used this thing to tie those little rice dumplings into a sieve, and they were still alive and kicking.

I knew I would encounter this situation, regardless of whether it was vacuum-packed or not, I should have brought out two black donkey hooves.

Suddenly, the little rice dumpling on the wall bared its teeth at me, and then pounced on me.

I glanced to the other side and found that the two small zongzi on Shen Dali's body also pounced.

At this point, I was caught in the middle, and I was so nervous that my heart seemed to stop.

At this critical moment, I only heard three "whoosh" sounds, as if something was flying through the air.

In the next moment, the three little dumplings that rushed towards me seemed to be pulled by a strong force, and they deviated from their flight trajectory in astonishment, drawing arcs in the air, slamming into each other, and then falling to the ground.

The first thought that popped into my head was: I won't hallucinate again, will I?

Until I saw him, the man in black.

His eyes, which glowed green in the dark, looked very kind to me at this time.

Although I don't know the name of this guy, I don't know where he came from, and I don't know what he is trying to do, but he's saved us a few times.

The arms of the man in black kept dancing in the air, and with his movements, the three small zongzi on the ground bounced and flipped like fish on the shore, and finally seemed to be firmly tied together by something.

I know, it's the transparent silk thread used by the man in black.

I already admire the ability of this man in black from the bottom of my heart at this time.

The little zongzi that made us anxious was actually institutionalized by him in an instant.

Who is he?

The man in black raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, then raised his head sharply and looked at me.

Then, without saying a word, he rushed towards me.

I stood still and didn't move, frowning slightly and staring at the man in black, guessing what he wanted to do, when I suddenly saw him jump deep, raise his leg in the air and kick it hard, and actually kicked the little zongzi who was about to sneak into me.

The black-clothed man rushed forward, did not close his legs, and stepped directly on the small zongzi on the tomb wall.

The force of his foot was so great that it shook the dome of the tomb and sent down fine dust and fine cinnabar.

"Why are you here to help us again? What exactly are your intentions? I asked the man in black with a frown.

The man in black didn't look back and said, "Take a walk, drop by." ”

After dropping this sentence, he reached into his backpack and pinched out two iron pipes. With a flick of his wrist, the casing inside the iron pipe was thrown out and gradually tapered, and it was actually the strange tool he had used on the shore of that underground palace lake, like a pair of huge chopsticks.

The man in black quickly reached out his chopsticks, grabbed the ribs of the small zongzi, picked it up, and then threw it heavily on the ground.

The little zongzi made a muffled sound, but it didn't know the pain, and jumped up from the ground violently, and wanted to pounce on the man in black instead.

The reaction and speed of the man in black were faster than that of the little zongzi, and I saw that he flexibly manipulated the big chopsticks, forked the small zongzi on the ground, and then pulled it down, and actually ripped off the little zongzi's clothes, revealing a young body full of white hair.

"White-haired zongzi!" Yang Qing saw it from the side and exclaimed.

Although she has never seen white-haired zongzi with her own eyes, she has heard a lot of what we have said, and she knows a little bit about it, and she knows that this thing is very dangerous.

The man in black let out a "shh

With a "whoosh", the transparent silk thread flew away, tying the hands and feet of the small zongzi on the ground, unable to move anymore.

He put away his big chopsticks, took out a knife from his backpack, stepped forward and kicked the small zongzi on his back, and then stepped on it.

He squatted down quickly, and actually used the knife to shave the white hair on the back of the little zongzi very pervertedly.

"Sand ...... Sand ......"

The sound of the blade scraping skin irritates my eardrums and stimulates my nerves.

In such an environment, watching such a perverted scene, I really can't help but feel disgusted.

I turned my head and stopped looking at the man in black, but I saw that Shen Dali was still standing there in a difficult pose, and his facial features were distorted and almost deformed.

I was startled, and only then did I remember that Shen Dali was crawled over by the little zongzi, and it was estimated that he was tormented in the illusion at this time.

I didn't hesitate anymore, I quickly stepped forward, pushed Shen Dali's shoulders hard, and called his name loudly.

However, Shen Dali still didn't wake up, but his expression became more and more ugly, and he had become the color of pig liver.

I was in a hurry, and I didn't care too much, so I raised my hand to Shen Dali's cheek and slapped it down.

"Smack!"

In the crisp slap sound, Shen Dali fell to the ground, and finally woke up.

He held the ground with one hand, covered his face with the other, panting violently, and looked at me blankly, probably still in the chaos of the transition between fantasy and reality.

At this time, the man in black had stopped his perverted behavior of shaving Xiao Zongzi, and bent down to stare at Xiao Zongzi's back, and he was fascinated, and he didn't know if he could see the flowers.

I picked up Shen Dali and helped him to walk towards Yang Qing, my eyes vigilantly focusing on the man in black, the little zongzi and the half-cut corpses in the room on the left side from time to time.

When Shen Dali and I passed behind the man in black, the man in black suddenly stood up, he turned around and looked at me, but he didn't say a word.

"What?" I licked my somewhat dry lips and asked the man in black.

The man in black looked at me, then at the little dumpling on the ground, and then at me again, as if he had something to say.

The little zongzi struggled at the feet of the man in black, roaring and tumbling, like a beast that had become angry. That crazy look makes people feel their scalp tingle.

I saw that Shen Dali had been able to stand firm on his own, so I let go of Shen Dali, walked nervously to the side of the small zongzi, illuminated it with a flashlight, and looked down.

I couldn't help but gasp as I watched it.

The white hair on the back of the little zongzi has almost been shaved off, and it is covered with blood, in addition, on the skin of his back, there is a line of words embroidered by red thread, and the bright red color is like flowing blood, which is shocking.

The line reads: "Killing without teaching is abuse."