The way of a beast is directly proportional to the number of years it lives.

Legend has it that mandrills live for more than a hundred years, and if they are not evil, they can become essences.

This so-called spirit is a spirit, don't think it's a monster, it belongs to the good people in the "beast", basically never provokes people, only lives on their own one-third of an acre, and even when someone comes, it will avoid it, and will not conflict with people.

If it is evil, this is not a spirit, but a "beast" like the weasel that harmed Zhang Qinghai.

The old man once said to me a sentence full of joy: "Spirits must not be hurt, but animals must die." ”

It can be seen that the old man is annoyed with this kind of thing.

In fact, it's also true, beasts are cultivating by harming people, and beasts who can have a certain path of practice can't say how many people have harmed, since they can do such a hurtful thing, they will clean it up.

Spirits are different, some people get lost in the mountains, and if they are lucky, they will meet spirits, and they will generally turn their illusions into human forms to lead people.

There have been spirits in the area of Longshan, and this is what the old man told me.

That spirit seems to have been cultivated by a hedgehog, and it was accidentally met by the old man when he went into the mountains to collect medicine.

The old man said that the spirit also greeted him cordially and harmoniously, and his reputation was outside, and the spirit had heard of it a little, so the spirit slapped himself on the back for an afternoon, and the scene at that time was really a noisy gong, drum, and firecrackers

Of course, this is the old man bragging, he sees the spirit I believe it, but the spirit slaps him on the back? Is it possible?

Most of the spirits cultivated in the mountains are simple in quality, and they are not good at human nature, not to mention patting on the back, even if they chat with people a lot, it is enough to choke.

But don't look at these spirits and simple, their means are not small, although they are not greater than the ability of evil ghosts, but after living for a long time, their ability is not the same.

For example, the hedgehog spirit that the old man met at the beginning, that thing is said to have lived for hundreds of years, and if it is really compared with the evil ghost, its strength may be comparable to Wang Xue.

"Is this his thing, how many years has he lived" I stood up sharply and took a few steps back, grasping the red rope with my left hand, and pulling out the dagger pinned to my waist with my right hand, and holding it across my chest, looking at the paper figures carefully.

I've never fought with brutes, but I've listened to the old man's vernacular, and they all say that brutes are easy to clean up, but the weasel I met today shows no signs of tidying up

Now three answers pop into my head.

First, the old man is taking revenge on me, he must be cursing me below, the reason is very simple, I always take advantage of his sleep to play tricks on him, I have done a lot of things like "painting faces", and I have been beaten by him every time, you can imagine how much he hates me.

Second, Master Zu is taking revenge on me, today I gave him incense and lit a cigarette to honor Master Zu, but for the filial piety of Master Zu is blue and yellow, I smoke Xigui, the difference is ten yuan, but Master Zu shouldn't be so stingy.

Thinking of this, I shook my head, it seems that they are not so careful, right?

"I'm grass, I'm unlucky." I bared my teeth and cursed, and the tension in my heart slowly calmed down as I had some wild thoughts.

To be honest, I really kind of admire my own leapfrog thinking.

Although this kind of thinking usually seems a little out of tune, at least it calms me down at this critical moment.

"Come and get me, come on, I'll sit here and let you kill me." I lit a cigarette in my mouth, scratched my head, and sat down on the couch.

In the strange gaze of these paper figures, I patted my stomach: "Please disembowel." ”

The weasel that rushed at Zhang Qinghai's body probably didn't have much oil and water, otherwise it could do this kind of thing that had no real effect except to scare people?

Hearing this, the paper figures tilted their heads and moved the corners of their mouths, as if they were saying something, but I didn't hear it clearly.

"Waiting for Lao Tzu." I took a hard puff of my cigarette, buried my head in it, took the dagger and cut a small slash between my index fingers, and smeared the bloody index finger on the end of the red rope.

As I smeared on the red string, I muttered to myself.

According to the current frequency, it will not be long before my hands are cut off at both ends in three days, and my grandfather will not study some magic techniques that keep pace with the times, is it so fun to self-harm!

"Rich people are good" I took the red rope in front of me and looked at it, and nodded secretly: "I really can't find this rope when I look for it in the middle of the night, Zhang Qinghai really has some means, I really don't know where he got this rope from"

When I was done, I subconsciously raised my head and glanced in the direction where the paper figures were

"What about people?!"

I stood up abruptly and looked around to see where the paper figures were still standing! Why is it gone now?!

"Still playing missing?" I frowned, my eyes constantly scanning the hall.

Just as I was looking around for traces of the paper figures, I felt my body tremble inexplicably, and then a sharp pain suddenly came out of my arms without warning.

This kind of pain is definitely unbearable, whether it is a piercing pain or the pain of cutting flesh, I really can't tell.

But my gut tells me that even cutting the flesh off piece by piece is definitely much better than the pain.

"Ah!!h

I sat down on the sofa with a distorted expression, my hands bent unnaturally to my chest, and the muscles of my whole body instantly tensed, because the pain was extremely intense, causing my brain to be extremely clear.

I wanted to faint because I couldn't stand the pain.

The muscles of my arms seemed to be twisting on their own, starting from my wrists, and the continuous pain made me hold my arms and wail, and before the pain passed, I felt that my body suddenly spasmed, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Do I grass you!!!" I gritted my teeth and yelled, and my body involuntarily slid from the couch to the ground, and through the faint moonlight, the strangeness on my arm made me feel cold.

Now the benefits of wearing short sleeves are apparent, and at least I can see clearly what is happening on my arm with my eyes.

Starting from the vein, a bulging "cyst" appeared on both arms, and this thing showed no signs of fading, but continued to extend upward, as if it wanted to rush into my body.

"That's how it feels like for a beast to rush forward?! Didn't the old man say that the beast rush is similar to the evil ghost rush?! I gritted my teeth and silently thought about the solution, and suddenly, I remembered a sentence from the old man.

"Beasts and demons rush to the body, one is cold, the other hurts, it's uncomfortable anyway, isn't it?" When the old man said this, he laughed and I laughed with him, but now I am about to cry.

Being rushed by Wang Xue is more comfortable than this! The same fart?!

Just as I was thinking about it, the "cysts" on my arms seemed to be alive, and they pushed up half the length of my little finger, which hurt me so much that I couldn't do it.

"You're taking advantage of my carelessness to rush at me" The roots of my teeth are about to be crushed, if it weren't for the disobedience of my arm now, I'm afraid I would have to slap myself.

This is my own death, underestimating the weasel beast!

"This beast is not low, it is really a grandson who holds a grudge, his soul is damaged, and he has made such a big formation, it seems that he is going to play with me," I gritted my teeth and looked at my arm.

Seeing that the "cyst" on my arm was gradually expanding, I was also aroused in my heart, gritted my teeth and sat up, stretched out my bent arm with great difficulty, and stretched out my palm to the dagger on the sofa.

There's a Joy God Demon Diagram, and I'm not worried that it will rush into me.

Now all I need to do is give it a stab!

Since you want to play with me, then I can't help but accompany me, right?

In the process of holding the dagger, I wanted to howl several times, but I held back.

Upstairs is where Hai Dongqing and them are, if I behave a little miserably, they can't help but rush out? I may not be able to clean up this mess by then!

"Come on, let's see whose life is hard," I struggled to take the dagger in my hand, feeling a little regretful in my heart.

If I had been more vigilant at first, I might not have ended up like this, but now it seems that I can't regret it

I bent my arm with a twisted face, aimed the tip of the dagger at the bulging "cyst" on my left arm, took a deep breath, and without the slightest hesitation, I slowly inserted the tip of the dagger into my arm, at least the depth of a knuckle.

"Come on!! Lao Tzu is not afraid of pain!! ”

The first sentence belongs to my heartfelt roar, and the latter sentence is purely because I am hypnotizing myself, which doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all.

I don't know if my hypnosis has worked, or if I have been in pain and I don't feel it anymore, and I really don't feel anything when I go down this knife.

Just as I was about to kill it with a second slash, an extremely sharp howl suddenly exploded in my ears out of thin air, and the "cyst" on my left arm suddenly began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, after more than ten seconds, the left arm returned to its normal appearance, except for the more bleeding wounds on it, basically the weasel still gave me "complete return to Zhao".

When my left arm returned to normal, the "cyst" on my right arm gradually began to fade, and it seemed that this "impotence" hurt it a lot.

Although I don't know where its ten levels are, this knife goes down, but it is a real "physical plus magic damage", even if I don't break its ten levels, it is still enough for it to drink a pot.

"Want to run?!" My eyes were about to pop out, I laughed hard, and despite the sharp pain in my arm, I grabbed the end of the red rope that had fallen to the ground, clipped the rope head with both hands, and shouted loudly.

"The sky is round, the sun and the moon are light, and there is no trace of injustice, where is it?"

When I finished saying this, the red rope trembled out of thin air, and the other red rope head seemed to be blown by the wind, and it deviated slightly to the right, as if it was indicating something to me.

I followed the instructions of the end of the rope, and without hesitation, I squeezed the end of the rope with my right hand, and threw it in the direction indicated by the other end, and then shouted in my mouth.

"Happy God is in charge, injustice is rampant, death and extinction, and you have to bear it."

The act of throwing the rope seemed to take no effort, but a strange scene happened.

The rope seemed to be swept up by the wind for a long time, and flew lightly, and suddenly, it seemed to be tied to something, and it rolled a few rolls in mid-air against common sense, and when it fell to the ground, it was like a hollow ball, bulging as if it contained something in it.

"I am as anxious as the law of the ancestor and open the !!"

"Whew!!"