"Yo he, you can really beat people."

Long Jing saw that the abomination actually attacked himself without saying a word, and he hit it so hard, I am afraid that an ordinary person would be seriously injured.

He sneered disdainfully, and his body didn't move, just lightly stretched out a hand to meet the fist of hatred.

The fist of abomination was the size of a casserole, and it smashed into it with the sound of the wind, and the dragon spirit opened its palm and covered it on the surface of his fist.

'Bang', with a crisp sound, the fist of abomination hit the palm of the dragon spirit, and the huge power was blocked by the thin palm, and the momentum of progress came to an abrupt halt.

"Huh?"

The abomination was very unexpected, his shoulders moved, and he pushed forward, but he still couldn't move in, and he pulled back again, but he still couldn't pull.

"So that's going to happen?" He was stunned and stunned for a moment, then suddenly he pulled his arm back with all his strength.

But the fist was as if it had been cast into iron, and it did not move.

Abomination couldn't break free even after trying his best, struggled for a while, and finally got acquainted, looking at the smiling dragon spirit, his face showed a look of fear, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said, "You, you, who are you?" ”

The dragon spirit held one hand behind his back, and the other hand easily clenched his fist, and smiled indifferently: "I have already reported the name just now." ”

"I—I didn't pay attention. You say it again. ”

"Hmph, there's no one who can make me register twice."

The dragon spirit said proudly, with a force in his hand, his face suddenly changed greatly, his fist was in sharp pain, and he bent over and screamed: "It hurts, it hurts, don't pinch it anymore." ”

"Now you remember who I am, right?"

"Still no...... Oh! Don't pinch it, it's broken, it's broken, the bones of your hand are going to be broken. ”

"Don't remember yet?"

"Wait, I'm ...... I almost remembered. ”

Under the threat of pain, the hateful sweaty rolled his eyes, and thought for a long time before he suddenly realized: "You are ...... The dragon son of the dragon god of the dragon god of the dragon tribe! ”

"Huh. Count you smart. The dragon spirit smiled reservedly and let go of his fist.

Abomination hurriedly brought his fist to his eyes and looked at it, it was all swollen into purple eggplant, and he was so shocked that he didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.

"Are you Tu Lao?"

The dragon spirit looked at him with an ugly face, but he was older, estimated to be forty or fifty years old.

"Exactly, I am Tu Lao."

The abomination clasped his hands and nodded hurriedly, he was subdued by the dragon spirit's move, honestly no, there was no irritable and withdrawn look as the villagers said.

The dragon spirit glanced behind him and asked, "Can I go in and sit down?" ”

"Of course you can, if Ryuko doesn't dislike it." Although the dragon spirit looked kind, Tu Lao did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, and hurriedly flashed to the side to get out of the way.

The dragon spirit glanced at him, and scolded in his heart: "I thought it was so difficult to deal with, it turned out to be a cheap skin who eats hard and does not eat soft." ”

He stepped on the greasy stone steps, carefully walked into the house, looked around, was amazed, and couldn't help but say: "Sure enough, you deserve to be Tu Lao, you really deserve the word 'Tu'." ”

Tu Lao nodded and said with a smile: "Longzi said that it was funny, my witchcraft has to study a large number of corpses, and I am too lazy to clean up, so I became like this." ”

"Come on, come on, Ryuko, it's dirty somewhere else, please sit here." He hurriedly ran over, brought a new roll of mats and spread them on the ground, and said.

The dragon spirit walked over, and with every step he took, he felt sticky under his feet and hissed. Fortunately, he was numb to the foul smell and filth of the environment, and walked to the edge of the mat and sat down.

Tu Lao was courteous and wanted to offer water again, but Long Jing resolutely declined. Just kidding, it's not easy to sit here without changing your face, and if you eat and drink anything here, Indian Asan will have diarrhea.

"Old Tu, I came here to ask you how the curse was broken?"

After the dragon spirit finished speaking, he hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, I just asked about the progress, and I never meant to steal your witchcraft. ”

Tu Lao was really afraid that Long Zi would force his witchcraft, and when he saw Long Zi say this, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly replied: "I have been able to suppress Ghost Qiao's curse, and Ghost Qiao can't trigger the curse." Still, you can't leave the valley. ”

The dragon spirit asked very seriously: "What do you think is the root cause of the curse of the Ghost Qiao Ancestor?" ”

Tu Lao didn't hide it, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I only know that she planted a curse on us by drinking water. As for the source of the curse, everyone said it was a ghost, but I don't think so. ”

He looked at the dragon spirit and asked, "Dragon, do you know what kind of witchcraft I master?" ”

"I don't know." The dragon spirit replied simply.

"Hahaha, I inherited a vein of witchcraft called 'Blood Witch', specializing in dealing with flesh and blood corpses, and what I am best at is mixing blood."

He hadn't chatted calmly with people for a long time, and after opening the conversation, he said everything he thought.

"This blood witchcraft is disgusted by its own kind because it often uses live humans and beasts for experiments, and also disassembles human and beast corpses. After my teacher was kicked out of the village, he went to the outcast village, and I inherited the witchcraft. ”

"But you see, our master and apprentice have never harmed anyone, and they have made such a great contribution to the village, but they are still rejected and disgusted by the villagers. They all say that I have a weird temper, can I not be weird? ”

Tu Lao complained for a while, then turned to the topic, and said, "My blood witchcraft is the study of blood and flesh. Ever since the people in the village learned about Ghost Joe's way of casting the curse, everyone began to delve into the method of breaking the curse, and I joined in. ”

"Everyone else is trying to figure out how to figure out the ghost power, so I look for clues from my bloodline. I didn't expect to find it! ”

The dragon spirit had long suspected that the so-called curse was a blood disease, and when he heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "What clues, tell me quickly." ”

Tu Lao grinned proudly, "I found that the color of all the curses has become very light. From this, I thought that the curse was against the bloodline, and began to study the power of the curse in the blood. ”

"After countless experiments, hundreds of dead animals, and hundreds of corpses, I have finally invented a witchcraft that can make the power of the curse impossible."

Listening to his story, the dragon carefully realized and asked, "Can't the curse be lifted completely?" ”

Tu Lao pointed to the disemboweled, terrifying corpse beside the two of them, and said, "Aren't I researching? I already have a clue, but unfortunately there are not so many corpses in the village for me to use. ”

The dragon spirit turned his head and saw the corpse's dead eyes, and his whole body was uncomfortable. There were still a lot of things to ask, but I couldn't stay any longer.

"Old Tu, you are very good, keep working hard!"

He didn't ask if it was his own people or the corpses of the enemy, he encouraged Tu Lao, hurriedly stood up, and ran away without looking back.