The white-bearded old man's decision was right.

Those angry villagers, when they came to the bald strong monk, didn't even say a word of superfluous nonsense, they all tacitly raised the farm tools in their hands and smashed them at him with all their strength.

Seeing this scene, the white-bearded old man village chief widened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and reached out to wipe the cold sweat that came out of his forehead, and he was terrified.

He was glad that he had taken a few steps back, if he was still standing in the position he had just placed, maybe the villagers who were carried away by anger would unconsciously hurt themselves.

If you are really injured by them, even if you are the village head, you will not be held accountable by the law, and there will be no place to reason at all, so you can only consider yourself unlucky.

The physical fitness of the third-level spiritual realm apostle is already very strong for ordinary people, not to mention, the bald and strong monk is still a novice profession, and he has the blessing of strong body skills.

With the blessing of his strong body skills, his physical strength and physical ability to resist blows were much stronger than ordinary third-level realm apostles.

Su Yumo's ghost qi invaded the body of the bald strong monk, although under the influence of the ghost qi, he became extremely weak and unable to use his strength.

But his physical strength was not affected much.

Ordinary people, chiseled with a hoe, chopped by a sickle, and chopped by an axe, are not killed on the spot, at least they die in pain.

But these attacks fell on the bald monk, and at most they tore his clothes, and then, on his skin, left a slightly redder mark.

On the contrary, those villagers were shocked by the force of the shock from the farm tools, and their hands were numb and their arms trembled.

However, there are many of these villagers, and if one can't do it, then ten; Ten doesn't work, then a hundred!

A hundred people take turns, and they don't believe it, they can't kill this "monster" in front of them!

The villagers plan to grind the bald monk to death, which makes him suffer from old sins.

Although it is said that the attacks of these villagers cannot break their defenses for the time being, there is no great threat to their lives.

However, the pain is real!

In particular, many villagers also hit him in the face, knocking the bridge of his nose crooked.

As the saying goes, "Hitting people doesn't hit their faces, but slapping their faces hurts their self-esteem".

Although, the bridge of the nose was broken, for this small injury, for the bald monk, it was nothing, and it could not hurt his life.

can be faced, and he is slapped in the face in turn, and he is slapped in the face all the time, and the psychological damage brought to him by this sense of humiliation is far better than those physical injuries.

At this moment, he has a sense of grief and indignation that he was attacked by shrimp in Longyou diving, and that the tiger was bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

The bald monk raised his head with all his might, looked at Wang Yu's back, and shouted with all his strength: "Big orange is important!" If you have a kind, kill me! What is it to let this waste humiliate me? ”

"If you don't kill me, I will look down on you! You trash, garbage, coward! Am I wrong to say that you are a shrunken turtle? You're a shrunken turtle, you don't even dare to kill me! ”

"I'm ...... Not! Not! Not! ”

The bald monk knew that he was going to die this time, but instead of being slowly tortured to death by these villagers, it could even be said that he was humiliated to death.

He'd rather be killed cleanly by Big Orange.

Therefore, he chose to open his mouth to insult Wang Yu, wanting to provoke him and let him kill him.

But what he didn't expect was that he had just said a few words, and before he could even swear words, he was blocked by the quick-eyed villagers with stinky socks.

The pair of smelly socks that have not been washed for many years, are full of dirt, and even have some hard stinky socks, exude a terrifying smell of dogs, and I am afraid that they will immediately foam at the mouth.

As soon as he stuffed it into the mouth of the bald monk, he immediately felt that his nasal cavity was hit by the terrifying stench, and the whole person was dizzy and swollen, and his stomach was turned upside down.

At this moment, how could he have the heart to provoke Wang Yu?

Now he has only one thought in his head, quickly take this disgusting thing out of his mouth, and then throw it as far as he wants!

But it's a pity that he now has the intention to kill the thief, and he has no power to return to the sky, what he thinks in his mind is to hold back the nausea and use his tongue to push out the stinky socks in his mouth, but his tongue just can't use the slightest strength.

The stinky socks were gagged in his mouth, and the bald monk burst into tears when he smelled the long-lasting stench of the stinky socks.

He really didn't expect that he was not killed by other spiritual apostles in this life, and he was not killed by monsters in the spiritual domain dungeon.

But he was going to be stuffed with stinky socks, and he was beaten to death by a group of NPCs in the dungeon who he looked down on.

What a shame!

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Wang Yu walked towards the remaining three spiritual apostles of Minghuang Mountain, his speed was not fast, and it could even be said that he was slow and leisurely.

He was not afraid of these people running away at all, and he also believed that they would not dare to run.

Walking in front of these three people, he was just about to speak, when he heard the insulting voice of the bald-headed strong monk from behind him, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Originally, he just wanted to warn them, let them not die like that bald monk, as long as they don't mess with themselves, for the sake of Wanzhu's face, they won't be able to get along with them.

But when the insulting voice of the bald monk came, he immediately changed his words, stretched out his hand and pointed behind him, and said in a stern tone: "That guy, if anyone dares to save him, I will kill him!" Got it? ”

"Understood! Got it! The three people in front of him, even the woman who had talked back to Wang Yu before, nodded hurriedly at this moment, and said in unison.

Seeing their reaction, and hearing behind him, the insulting voice of the bald monk had disappeared, Wang Yu's face softened a little, and continued: "I can see that you don't know anything about the things he did, otherwise, you wouldn't show mercy to those villagers." ”

"So, he has to die, but you can leave a life! As for me, I have always been a man of words, since I promised Wanzhu to spare your life and let you live, I will speak and speak. ”

"But, the premise is that you don't die, don't make trouble, and don't provoke me, otherwise, that bald head will be your fate! Do you understand? ”

"Understood! Got it! The heads of the three of them were like pounding garlic, frantically lit, and kept saying that they understood, for fear that if they said slowly, the evil star in front of them would treat themselves as a bird and teach them a lesson.

Regarding the performance of the three of them, Wang Yu said that he was very satisfied.

He nodded, then asked, "Now that you understand, why are you still standing here?" ”

The three spiritual apostles of Minghuang Mountain hurriedly turned their heads and ran towards the house, and after entering, they closed the door.

Wang Yu looked at the three guys who were frightened by himself, rolled his eyes, and shook his head helplessly, but he didn't say anything.

After all, if it were him, he might have run faster than them!

He sighed with emotion, then turned his head to look at Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi, and asked, "What about this matter, it should almost be over." Now, I'm going to go to the village chief's son and ask about the fragments again. I always felt that there was something wrong with what he said last time, something strange. ”

"Are you going to walk around the village, or go back to that house, or do you want to come with me to meet the chief's son?"

Before Lu Ziyi could speak, Nangong Lingxi hurriedly said: "This village is dilapidated and small, not to mention entertainment facilities, except for the villagers' houses and fields, there is nothing else, what is there to visit?" ”

"That room too, there is nothing to play with, your demon pet, just lying on the bed, would rather squeeze around Wanzhu to sleep than play with us."

"Didn't even want to let us get close! Come closer, and kill us, let alone touch it twice, it's too boring to stay there. ”

"Otherwise, let's go with you, meet the village chief's son, and then go with you to the woods, shall we?"

"More people have more wisdom, and they can better find problems!"