The night sky is full of stars.

In the dim starlight, Ah Zhong saw Ling Sanniu fainting on the drum, and the drum flashed with a dazzling blue light, and the blue light instantly illuminated the sky. Then Ling Sanniu's whole person also puffed up like a balloon in this dazzling blue light, getting bigger and bigger, and the whole person flew up and soared above the drum.

Seeing this, Ah Zhong ran over quickly, he wanted to help him, he walked over and stretched out his right hand to pull Ling Sanniu. When his hand touched Ling Sanniu, Ling Sanniu suddenly fell down, falling on the drum, Ah Zhong grabbed him tightly, trying to pull him down, but he suddenly felt a stream of electricity all over his body.

This current flowed through his whole body, as if it was trying to suck his soul, sucking out the essence and energy in his body continuously.

The current was still sucking out the essence in his body, and he felt very strained, but Ah Zhong's soul was very ethereal, and it was empty. He doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't have internal force, he doesn't know how to use internal force, and he doesn't know how to cultivate truth and immortals. The current flowing into his body was originally a guide, attracting his cultivation, and he didn't want to encounter such a low-lying puddle.

He saw the old fairy in confusion, saw the old fairy holding his hand on the path in the back mountain that night and walked home with a smile, and saw the old fairy lying at the door of his house snoring like thunder. As soon as he thought of the thunderous snoring of the old fairy, he felt that his body was very fresh, like a cool breeze blowing into his body. He closed his eyes and snored like an old fairy, both in terms of the rhythm of the snoring and the sound of the voice.

Then he felt a cool electric current flow back to his whole body, and his person began to swell, like a balloon that had been puffed up, and his hand was still pulling Ling Sanniu, and Ling Sanniu was holding the drum.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the sky, a sweet voice, and said, "Are you stupid? There are many unjust souls in that drum, do you want to suck them all in and let the devil possess you? Quick, quick, bite the index finger of your left hand and seal the meridians of your right hand with your blood." Hey!"

Ah Zhong quickly bit his index finger, but he didn't know that it was the meridian, he stopped in mid-air and looked at the bleeding finger and didn't know where to point, and the sweet voice sounded again: "Point in the right hand tiger's mouth." Hey!"

His left index finger was bleeding from his right hand to the tiger's mouth, and the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground. He looked sideways, and Ling Sanniu was picking up the drum and fell out, falling far away. I saw Ling Sanniu get up, pick up the drum and run back desperately.

Ah Zhong was lying on the ground, feeling cold all over, and he quickly sat up and used the method that Cuihua had just taught him to induce qi into his body.

He felt a refreshment that he had never felt before. He lay down and looked at the stars, remembering who the woman he had just spoken to was? Was it Cuihua? Because he heard her sigh of pain, he clearly felt that this woman was going through a life-and-death difficulty, and she seemed to be using her last breath of strength to help him.

She desperately needs help.

He kept asking himself, who was she, where was she?

He realized that it was an unfamiliar voice, definitely not Cuihua, and he kept thinking about these nonsense questions.

He turned his head and saw Ling Sanniu holding the drum and falling on the edge of the village, and crawling into the village with the drum. He turned his head again and saw that the withered leaf python was winding around the old wolf, carrying countless rattans flying in the gusts of wind. Those rattans accompanied by the withered leaf python continued to wrap around the old wolf's body, getting tighter and tighter, although the old wolf was struggling desperately with his head up, but Ah Zhong could feel that it was dying.

Ah Zhong's heart began to flood with these messy questions again, whether to help it or help this helpless old wolf.

If you don't help, the old wolf is about to die. However, the withered leaf python was transformed by the devil in the depths of the mountain.

Help, the old wolf may be alive. However, it is a man-eating old wolf that can transform into a human form, an old wolf of Maoshan.

Ah Zhong kept asking himself in his heart: Do you want to help?

If you don't help, the old wolf will die. At this moment, he seemed to hear the sweet voice sigh in the sky, and said, "Oh, you are stupid......!

He felt that the voice was doing its best, but it was still not complete.

Ah Zhong resounded an old saying: "The enemy of a friend is an enemy, and the enemy of an enemy is a friend." "The devil is the biggest enemy of the Great Demon Village, and I should help those who are against the devil.

Ah Zhong jumped up, hugged the old wolf, and desperately pulled the rattan wrapped around it with both hands. But no matter how much he pulled, the rattan would never be clean, and slowly he himself would be entwined by the rattan. His hands danced wildly, and gradually his right hand was entwined. Only his left hand, his left hand can still move. The rattans seemed to be very afraid of his left hand, and all the rattans that he had grasped with his left hand made a "squeak" sound, glowing with faint pink sparks.

Magic, this is magic, and you can't solve the problem with brute force, only your own blood can solve it.

Thinking of this, Ah Zhong bit down his left hand, and blood flowed out. Ah Zhong rescued his right hand with his left hand, and bit down his right hand, and blood flowed out. His hands flew and clawed at the rattan that was entwining with the old wolf.

He already felt that the old wolf's heartbeat was already very weak, and he began to bite his lip and bite the rattan wrapped around the old wolf's body with his mouth.

He doesn't know martial arts, he only knows the methods of cultivating the true qi that Cuihua just taught him, he draws these methods into the body, and then accumulates all the strength to use it on his own hands, he dances with his hands like crazy, and uses his hands to resist the rattans that are flying and the dead leaves flying in the sky.

He saw that where his hand danced, there was a little red flame, the rattan was burning, the dead leaves were also burning, the dead leaf python was gradually loosening in the red flames, becoming flying all over the sky, and then gradually leaving, his heart was relieved, and he fainted.

When he woke up, he felt that he was being carried by a huge old wolf into the back mountains.

The old wolf was obviously badly injured as well, and he had to rest for a while as soon as he walked.

When he awoke again, he found himself lying in a cave, a huge old goat pushing his head against him, as if to wake him up, and next to him stood seven cute little squirrels.

Not far away lay a woman, a woman with a big belly, who was gritting her teeth and struggling desperately. It looks like she's about to give birth.

Next to the woman lay an injured old wolf, a huge big bad wolf, an old wolf from Maoshan.