Chapter 155: Fu Gong

"Whether we will die or not, no one knows!"

"But now if you don't tell us honestly the questions you just asked, whether you will die or not, then only the gods know!"

Li Si had already put the gun against the old man's head as he spoke.

The old man had obviously seen the world.

Although the gun was already aimed at the brain, he did not panic at all.

There was even a smile on his face.

"Do you think it's useful to threaten me like this?"

"Even if you kill me, there's no way to keep you here safe and sound."

"Listen to my advice, leave this forest at once, and then flee, the farther away the better."

At first, the old man just told us to leave, but now he is letting us go.

The words changed quite quickly.

However, it can be seen that the old man is also a little panicked.

Although he didn't show it.

Since you panicked, it's easy to do.

I squinted slightly at the old man and said.

"We have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, there is no need to be so sword-to-sword."

"Why don't we all lay down our weapons and discuss what to do next?"

The old man didn't eat me at all, and after my words fell, he raised the gun a little higher and aimed it directly at my head.

"Young man, you think a few of you can scare me?"

"I've lived in this forest for so long, what haven't I seen?"

The threat seemed useless against the old man.

Although he panicked, he did not faint.

I can only change my mind and continue to tell the old man.

"From your words, I can tell that you also think that you can't handle the things in this forest."

"Since that's the case, then it's better for us to cooperate, and we'll help you solve the things in this forest for you!"

After my words fell, the old man sneered.

"Hahaha, it's up to you, why do you help me solve the trouble in the forest?"

"What do you think you're up against? Do you think it's a playhouse? ”

"I saw your every move in the woods!"

"You can't even protect yourself, and you don't even know what is in this forest, so you dare to tell me that you want to help me?"

The old man's words left me a little speechless.

This old man is really a bit sharp-toothed, and he can't fix it for me.

The fat man ran quickly to my side.

"Old man, what are you crazy about?"

"What hasn't our brother Li solved?"

"Brother Li has killed the dragon corpse, is it possible that there is something more powerful in your forest than the dragon corpse?"

The old man's brows tightened directly.

"Have you dealt with the dragon corpse?"

The fat man nodded proudly.

"My brother Li solved it himself."

"Not only the dragon corpse, but also the demon who has practiced for hundreds of years, my brother Li has also solved it!"

Shemale? When did I deal with a shemale?

Could it be that the fat man is talking about the owner of the hotel?

Although the fat man's words seem to be bragging, he is telling the truth, and those are my records.

And the old man, after hearing about my record.

The expression also became complicated.

After thinking for a moment, the old man looked at me and asked.

"Who are you? Are all these words true? ”

The old man's expression on our face finally became serious.

Now that his expression is serious, I have to talk about it well.

"If nothing else, I'm the last descendant of the corpse chaser."

"He is also the last corpse chaser in the world today."

"What this fat brother said is true."

"Along the way, we have not only solved the dragon corpse, but also solved the incense offering corpse, as well as the thousand-year-old corpse."

"If you still don't believe me, I can prove it to you."

As soon as I said that I wanted to prove it, the old man's expression immediately became wonderful.

"Proof? How are you going to prove it to me? ”

At the moment when the old man's words fell, I threw out the incense ash in my hand.

Then there was a crisp snap, and the whip struck one of the walls of the old man's matchbox.

Suddenly, white smoke rose and screams were endless.

"I've seen you brute from the moment I first entered the door."

"You've been here for a long time, haven't you?"

The old man's eyes widened.

"You can see those things too?"

As if he felt that he had said the wrong thing, the old man hurriedly changed his words.

"You, you, can you do harm to those things?"

The old man's question made me a little confused.

It's like he's helpless against those things.

If he couldn't do anything, how could he have survived in this forest for so long?

Retract the corpse whip, and at the same time put away the imp lying on the ground and about to scatter.

I handed the bottle to the old man.

"Not only can I hurt these things, I can make them scatter."

"Now I just don't know where all that stuff is."

"As long as you give me my answer, I can help you solve all the problems here!"

The old man looked at the bottle I handed over, and there was finally some trust in his eyes.

After a few seconds of frustration, the old man jerked his head up at me.

"Okay, since you really have this ability, then I'll tell you what is in this forest."

"In this forest, there is a ......"

Before the old man could finish speaking, suddenly, a large flock of birds rushed towards the matchbox.

The big black birds slammed into the walls, doors, and even windows like crazy.

However, their small bodies could only leave a trail of blood on the wall, and other than that, they could not do any harm to the matchbox.

What the hell is going on?

And when my heart was terrified,

The old man told me suddenly.

"Close the door quickly, just close the door and we'll be safe!"

Is it safe to close the door?

Although I don't know what means the old man has to save his life, it should be right to listen to him now.

Zhang San hurriedly closed the door, and then several of us stood together.

As the door closed, the room fell into darkness again.

The window, though also made of glass, did not shine in a single light.

Fortunately, the old man turned on the light.

"When you close the door, the spell works, and those things can't hurt you!"

Spell?

I hurriedly looked at the old man.

"What spell? Who gave you a charm? ”

The old man pointed to the beam above his head.

"That's the spell."

I looked in the direction of the old man's finger.

An incomparably familiar sigil appeared in front of me.

The lines, the seals, I'm pretty sure I'm right.

This is a talisman.

I've used the Soul Charm before.

But the Soul Charm I used at the time had little effect.