Bing Sanzhang pondered for a moment, and began to fill in the information on the blank virtual personality one by one. It's like the honest slides used by the teacher in the classroom when I was a child, superimposed one by one, to piece together a perfect picture.

Closing his eyes, Bing Sanzhang's body began to change.

The dark hair quickly faded and became pale, the height of one meter eighty-five shrank a few points out of thin air, the strong muscles disappeared, replaced by skinny and thin, and the face fluctuated for a while, turning into a pair of fifteen or sixteen-year-old delicate faces, pale, two rabbit eyebrows concentrated on both sides of the eyebrows, red as blood.

With a cough, he slowly opened his eyes.

His expression was slightly dazed, he looked around, and then looked at the clothes on his body, which were obviously much larger, and he was a little dazed: "I, aren't I dead......?

took off his shirt, exposed his entire upper body, and gently clenched his fists, and twenty-four ribs exploded out like a triggered trap.

Looking at the sharp bone spurs propped up in front of him, a bone spur slipped out of his wrist little by little, held it in his hand and waved it twice. The poisonous pain of the tarsal bones did not appear.

"Could it be that Orochimaru-sama cured me?"

When he was confused, there was a heavy slamming sound in the room in the laboratory, accompanied by a loud roar: "Let Lao Tzu out! Bastard! Didn't you just steal the goods of your Baihugang caravan? I can't tell my men to come back? What do you mean by trapping Lao Tzu here?"

"Anyone?" said the young man, gleefully as he gathered his ribs as he walked inside.

The door lock was just a simple latch, the boy opened it, slowly pushed the door open, and a figure jumped out. The boy reflexively turned around and kicked him back.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a series of eheimous and cursed voices from inside.

"Damn, which bastard pressed Lao Tzu? Believe it or not, my bamboo forest thief cut down your whole family?"

"Fuck off! Who dares to step on my little brother? Don't you know that is the capital of my bee talker?"

"Get out of here, get out of the way, someone is opening the door!"

The boy nodded, it turned out that there was more than one person, it was better.

When he walked in, seven or eight big men were sitting or lying, all staring at him with evil faces.

A big black man spoke first, and his voice was like thunder.

"Why is it a child? Kid, who are you?"

The young man's face was calm, and he looked at the big black man and said, "Kaguya-kun Maro, may I ask what kind of place this is?"

"Where?"

This time he was stunned by Hei Da's question, scratched his head and said: "You walked in from the outside by yourself and asked me where I am? And what is this broken name, the surname Lu will say that the surname is Lu, who asked where you live!"

The boy shook his head and said, "Kaguya is the last name, forget it!

A lame man looked at the open door, stood up and walked out: "Damn, a bunch of fools, the door is open and still stunned, will you wait for the White Snake Guards to rush in?"

Seeing this, the other men rushed out in a swarm.

Jun Malu took a step back expressionlessly, blocked the door and said lightly: "I'm sorry, no one can leave until I answer my question!"

The lame man smiled and waved his fist and rushed up: "Then kill you first!"

Jun Ma Lu probe dragged the cripple's fist, and as soon as he lifted and pulled, he changed direction and smashed his fist against the wall. The upper body did not move at all, and the lower body quickly probed the foot and kicked the leg bone of each big man who rushed in front of him.

There was a series of grunts, and everyone rolled on the ground with their legs crossed.

The big black man slapped the person who was blocking the way, clenched his hands into fists, and rushed forward with a roar.

Jun Malu reflexively leaned into the arms of the black man, put two fingers on his shoulders, and said lightly: "Two fingers!"

Hearing two "bangs", two finger bones burst out, like bullets, stole the black man's shoulders and plunged into the wall.

The big black man screamed to the end, his hands on his shoulders, and the blood flowed profusely.

Jun Malu's eyes swept towards the others, and the men shrank back in horror.

Jun Malu walked up to them expressionlessly, lightly tapped his index finger on the forehead of the first person, and said lightly: "Please answer my question!"

The man visibly froze, but only let out an "ah".

"Bang!"

The man's head was crooked, with a bloody hole in his eyebrows, and he couldn't look at it.

Jun Malu pointed his finger to the tip of the second person's nose, let him see the picture of the finger bones growing visibly with the naked eye, and asked lightly, "What about you?"

The man shuddered and hurriedly said, "I know, I know, this is Baihugang!"

"Baihugang?" Jun Malu tilted his head and thought for a while, shook his head and said, "That country?"

"Country?" the man was a little confused, and repeated for some reason.

"Bang!"

Tilting his head, another one died.

Before Jun Malu could point his finger over, the third person was already frightened and shouted: "The king spares his life!

Jun Malu's face was indifferent, he pointed his fingers, and before he could speak, he heard the man shout: "Song Kingdom!

"Great Song?" After thinking about it for a long time, Jun Malu still shook his head and asked, "How far is the Fire Country from here?"

"The Land of Fire?" The man broke out in a cold sweat and cried: "King, there is no country of fire around the Great Song Dynasty! We are just little thieves, we don't know at all! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm telling the truth......

"Bang!"

The phalanges burrowed through the skull into the wall, and the slight sound made the eyes of everyone else in the room red.

The big black man jumped up and shouted, "This bastard is just playing with us! What a fire country, he just wants to watch us die in fear." Fight with him!"

The others' eyes turned red, and they got up with hideous faces, and frantically pounced on Jun Malu.

Jun Malu frowned slightly, shook his hands, and two bone spurs appeared in his hands, dancing lightly, and his body rushed through everyone as if dancing.

The big men stopped suddenly, and a little red blood oozed from the center of their eyebrows, gradually expanding, and finally collapsed into a hollow.

The hollow of the big black man was in his shoulders, and both of his arms were useless. He was panting against the wall, roaring like a beast.

Fear to the extreme, anger.

Jun Ma Lu understands this truth more than anyone, but what puzzles him is that just a few simple common sense questions can make them so frightened.

Could it really be that this is the Great Song Dynasty? Or is this the afterlife? And where are the companions who were lost before?