Chapter 22, Horror

In the forbidden land of the ancestral court of Maoshan Mountain, in the jade pillar cave of the poisonous god Zang Jin, Li Yunlong has not only been alive in the past three days, but also lived a very nourishing life!

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Li Yunlong was curryed favor by the Tibetan mage in every way in the Jade Pillar Cave, and he got many benefits, he was really nourishing.

So, what is the screaming sound coming from the Jade Pillar Cave for three days in a row?

After Huayang Zhenren threw Li Yunlong to the Poison God Zang Jin, at the beginning, things were carried out according to the old immortal's thoughts. After the kind old man left with a smile, the poison god Zang Jin mage waved his hand, and Li Yunlong was placed flat on the boulder in the center of the cave, his hands and feet were tightly entangled by some strange vine, and he couldn't move.

Li Yunlong was terrified and shouted:

"Uncle Grandpa, what do you want?"

The strange old man, Master Zangjin, took out a half-foot-long silver needle out of nowhere, stood beside Li Yunlong, looked at him as if he was seeing food, and said with a strange smile:

"Don't panic, tsk...... It's been a long time since I've had a baby to play with. ”

Li Yunlong saw the terrifying silver needle in Master Zangjin's hand, and thought to himself if he continued to play like this, would I still have my life?

"I won't play with you! Will I still have my life if I play with you? My uncle and grandfather, can you let me go?"

Master Zangjin flicked the silver needle with his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"That's not good, don't be afraid, little doll, this first step is to use a silver needle to casually prick some small holes and take some blood. ”

Oh, to put it lightly, the silver needle half a foot long is pierced casually! There are still some small holes! And the first step! As soon as the silver needle of Master Zang was raised, Li Yunlong shouted.

"Ahh

With a flick of his left hand, Master Zang Jin untied Li Yunlong's shirt, pressed it on his chest, and said with a smile:

"Shout, it won't hurt when you shout. It's just that if you scream and cut your throat, no one will save you. Hmph, it's still a teacher, even if you call your relatives and godmothers, you can't avoid the pain of this silver needle prick. ”

The old man said it casually, but he woke up Li Yunlong. He remembered Ma Qiaolan, the shopkeeper of Zuiyue Xuan, the fake Taoist Zhou Tuo, and a sentence that Huayang Zhenren had said.

When the silver needle of the poisonous god Hidden Mage was about to pierce Li Yunlong's chest, the kid shouted hoarsely:

"Zhou ...... ......"

The old man's hand holding the silver needle did not move, he rolled his eyelids up, and said in surprise:

"Do you know that kid?"

Li Yunlong was already sweating profusely, and secretly said that it was so dangerous, why didn't he remember that Zhou Tuo was the personal disciple of this strange old man? It's just that the old man waited for him to answer, and Li Yunlong hurriedly replied:

"Senior Brother Zhou...... No, Uncle Zhou watched me grow up, we are like father and son, and he often talks about you being old!"

Li Yunlong's words really had an effect, and the Zang Jin mage raised his hand and took the silver needle. Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found that the old man shook his hand and took out a large silver needle that was a foot long! The old man gritted his teeth and said:

"Boy, it's good that you don't mention that rebel! A good Taoist priest doesn't do it, and he becomes a monk for the sake of a woman! It hurts that there is no successor to my Demon Hall, but it's a pity that I can't get out of this place because I'm imprisoned, otherwise I would have caught him, and I would have ...... him Hmph, it's like you, boy, you're out of luck!"

The silver needle was like a stick, shining with silver light, not to mention how frightened Li Yunlong was in his heart. Li Yunlong cursed Zhou Tuo thousands of times, Monk Zhou, Monk Zhou, it's really unlucky to know you, if I become a ghost in the underworld, I have to pull out your bald head and make you a real monk! Ma Qiaolan is my aunt, if I can survive this time, after I go out, I will definitely disturb your good deeds.

Li Yunlong thought about everything he should think about and what he shouldn't think, and Master Zang Jin came to his side again with a silver needle in both hands, babbling in his mouth, as if he was cursing the rebel.

Li Yunlong was angry, and he also scolded:

"That fake Taoist priest is hateful! Not to mention betraying you, an old ghost, and deceiving my poor aunt! You said that he is a fake Taoist priest who can only eat meat and drink wine, and swagger all over the world, how can Maoshan Sect let him reverberate in the Demon Hall!"

Master Zangjin's hand trembled, his expression was a little strange, and he asked:

"That rebel should be scolded, it's just a little doll, what did you say in the end?"

Li Yunlong was extremely angry, and said openly:

"I said that you are a good apprentice taught by this old ghost, you can only eat, drink and have fun, and cheat!"

The strange old man was not angry, shook his head, and said:

"It's not that, it's ...... The latter sentence ......"

Li Yunlong hesitated for a moment, paused, what did I say? Later, said that Zhou Tuo still returned to the Demon Hall? That's right, that's it! It turns out that this old ghost, no, no, no, Uncle Ancestor is still thinking about his Demon Hall! Li Yunlong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his voice and said:

"My Uncle Zhou Tuo returned to the Demon Hall, a few days ago, the three elders of the sect in charge of the mountain had a life case, and the three elders in charge of the sect speculated that nine times out of ten it was a monster, and sent Uncle Zhou to investigate the matter. ”

The Tibetan mage gradually straightened up, a smile slowly appeared on his face, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and he walked around the cave and muttered to himself:

"I knew, I knew, that stupid boy, sooner or later, ......would come back!

Taking advantage of the happiness of the poisonous god Hidden Mage, Li Yunlong cautiously tentatively said:

"Uncle Shi, can you let me go?"

Master Zangjin waved his hand, and those ancient vines slowly stretched, and after letting go of Li Yunlong's hands and feet, he didn't know where to shrink.

Li Yunlong rubbed his wrists, barely squeezed out a smile, and said:

"Uncle Shizu, do you want to send me out? I'll find that Uncle Tuo for you?"

Master Zangjin hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"If he has a task, don't trouble him. Hey, what's wrong with you doll? Lie down and let me see what kind of natal spiritual root you are. ”

Li Yunlong's heart was cold again, and he looked pitifully at the long silver needle in the hand of the Tibetan mage, and pleaded:

"Uncle Shi, can we replace it with that thin silver needle?"

Master Zangjin was stunned for a moment, looked down at the silver needle stick in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Your doll is also your own person, where do you still use it. ”

He shook his hand and took the silver needle, walked to Li Yunlong, stretched out his right hand, and drilled out more than a dozen soybean-sized spiders from his sleeves, with different colors, crystal clear, and very beautiful.