And this mandrill came here late at night, and there must be a plan.

It is rumored that the mandrill eats human flesh, and it must have found out that there are living people living in this place from nowhere, so they sneaked into this place and planned to attack at night.

"It's also clever, but it's a pity ......"

Looking at the creep outside the house, Su Zimo couldn't help but sneer, if the person who lives here is still the little Taoist priest who knows the autumn leaves, maybe tonight, most of them will die at the mouth of this mandrill.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Zimo simply did not hide his deeds, pushed open the door, and came to the front of the mandrill in a grand manner.

"Roar!"

Seeing that someone was suddenly coming, the mandrill also took a few steps back, and when he saw Su Zimo thin and weak, only holding a peachwood sword in his hand, a humane sneer appeared on his hideous face.

It seems to be laughing, and the people who come are not self-sufficient.

"Huh!"

In this regard, Su Zimo also smiled.

In the next second, the peachwood sword in his hand flickered, and it stabbed into the mandrill's chest.

"Poof——!

The sword pierced the heart, and pale green blood flowed from the wound.

And the mandrill didn't expect that someone would be able to stab himself with a peachwood sword, and after a wail, he turned around and wanted to escape.

As everyone knows, in the hands of the Gang Qi Realm martial artists, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people.

Not to mention that the peachwood sword itself is a rare magic weapon, even a dead branch can easily deal with this mandrill.

"Hmph, want to run?"

Seeing this, Su Zimo also shook his head, and the peach wood sword in his hand crossed an arc in mid-air.

"Choke!"

A pale golden sword appeared, like a fine blade, slashing through the mandrill's neck.

Suddenly, a big head rose into the sky.

"It's just a little demon, even if you dare to be murderous, if you want to come to this world, it is also rampant with demons and ghosts."

Combined with the memories in the mind of the little Taoist priest Zhiqiu Yiye, as well as the various signs revealed in the ghost story of a Chinese woman, Su Zimo couldn't help but sigh: "The country will die, and the people will not survive." ”

In the final analysis, he is also a person who has sat on the emperor, and naturally knows that with the current situation, most ordinary people are unsustainable, and he can't help but feel sad in his heart.

"It's a pity that now my identity is more than enough but not enough......"

Since ancient times, the change of dynasties and changes of course are mostly inseparable from various resources, manpower, and financial resources.

But those self-made people, except for Liu Bang and Zhu Yuanzhang, most of them have just become the precursors of the king.

Even Su Zimo, without enough resources, did not dare to say that he would definitely be able to overthrow the Great Chu Dynasty.

What's more, this time he also made up his mind not to do such a thankless thing again.

"Boom-"

A piece of rune paper landed on the mandrill's corpse.

The fire was full of light, and within a moment, there was no trace at all, only a ball of black charcoal.

After doing all this, Su Zimo returned to his wooden house and continued to meditate and cultivate.

However, with this experience, he posted a talisman in front of the door of his and the Qingxu Daoist's room, and even if there was any ghostly attack, it could also warn one or two.

…………

In the blink of an eye, January has passed.

And the Qingxu Daoist, as Su Zimo guessed, died suddenly on the third day of his arrival in this world.

After that, Su Zimo also buried him in a beautiful place.

It can also be regarded as the end of the cause and effect of this body.

In the past few days, in addition to going down the mountain to purchase various necessities for life, the rest of the time, Su Zimo has been cultivating in the mountains, inquiring about where he is now.

"Zhiqiu Dao Chief!"

Suddenly, a shout rang out.

saw a young man who looked like a servant, panting and coming to Su Zimo's residence.

"What?"

Seeing the visitor, Su Zimo frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, just because the other party's shout just now almost disturbed his cultivation.

"Sorry...... Knowing that the autumn road is long, the little one doesn't know that you are meditating, it's just ...... Just ......"

As if sensing something, the person who came hurriedly apologized, a trace of anxiety flashed on his face, and said: "My master ordered me to come to the mountain to invite the Taoist chief to go to the house to catch demons." ”

"Huh?"

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, his face also showed a cautious look, and he said in a deep voice: "You speak slowly." ”

"Yes...... It's my young master. ”

When the servant heard this, he also nodded, rested for a while, and then continued: "Not long ago, my young master suddenly began to become thinner.

But he didn't want to, young master, he suddenly went crazy...... Fortunately, the old man made a quick decision and ordered someone to restrain the young master, but he had become delirious and confused.

Therefore, the lord sent me here to ask the head of the Autumn Dao to come and take a look. ”

"Let's go, take me to the house."

Hearing this, Su Zimo couldn't help but get up and went down the mountain with this servant.

Speaking of which, the old man in this person's mouth is a rich man in a nearby town, but he met Su Zimo by chance, and he also got a lot of gifts after helping the other party solve a little problem.

After coming and going, the two sides became familiar with it.

If it weren't for that, Su Zimo wouldn't want to run around for no reason.

Soon, the two of them went all the way down the mountain, and there was already a carriage waiting.

After a while, I came to a mansion that looked quite rich.

"Zhiqiu Daoist, you're finally here."

Before Su Zimo came to the main hall, there was an old man who was more than half a hundred years old and full of wealth, and he ran towards him quickly with a sad look, and there was also a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"Please also ask the Taoist chief to be gracious and save the child!"

As he spoke, he was about to kneel.

Zhang Yuanwai...... Don't do that. ”

Seeing this, Su Zimo also stretched out his hand, stopped it, and said quietly: "I must do my best in this matter, but let me take a look at Ling Gongzi's situation first." ”

"Yes, yes......"

When Zhang Yuanwai heard this, he also nodded again and again: "Dao Chief, please come with me." ”

The gang also hurriedly followed, and soon came to a bedroom, but saw that the door was locked, and even the windows were tightly sealed with wooden strips, leaving no gaps.

Seeing this situation, Su Zimo also showed a hint of surprise.

"Click."

Then, Zhang Yuanwai stepped forward and opened the door, only to see a young man, with his hands and feet tied, and a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, constantly struggling.

Su Zimo was dumbfounded, and shook his head a little crying and laughing.

If it weren't for the fact that he had also been to the Zhang family a few times and had seen this young master of the Zhang family, I am afraid that he couldn't help but ask Zhang Yuanwai at this moment.

Is this your biological son?

I don't know, I'm afraid I thought it was a prisoner.

(End of chapter)