A gray shadow shot out from the red and gold starlight, and the stooped figure headed straight for "Yin Pingzhi"!

It flew up to the wild tentacles, tapped its feet, and leaped in front of "Yin Pingzhi" in a few leaps.

Hundreds of blue tentacles came back to defend, but the gray shadow easily dodged them.

It jumped up gracefully, turned around nimbly, and landed lightly, riding on the neck of "Yin Pingzhi" just like a young child riding on the shoulders of an elder.

But this gray figure is not a child, but an elderly man. This man has a weathered face, is as thin as a stick, has disheveled hair, and has many torn gray robes... He is actually a beggar!

The old beggar didn't wait to sit down, but he bent down and took something out from "Yin Pingzhi"'s arms. As he was taking it out, he shouted: "Give me back the painting!! I wish to live forever!!"

"Yin Pingzhi" naturally did not want to be a mount, but no matter how he dodged or pulled, the old beggar sat firmly on his neck as if he had taken root on his shoulders, and kept touching him.

"Boom", a bunch of twisting blue tentacles were pulled out by the old beggar, torn off, thrown away, and turned into a black garbage bag-like substance before they hit the ground.

"Gah", a three-meter-long insect's hind legs were broken off and thrown away, turning into black, sticky and harmful garbage that exuded a foul odor.

"Bah!", a two-meter-long transparent membrane wing was also torn off...

In just one tea break, "Yin Pingzhi" was surrounded by harmful garbage made from the remains of giant insects.

It can be seen that it is very likely that there is a "giant insect specimen collection" hidden in its body!

"Yin Pingzhi" became weaker and weaker and was almost empty, while the old beggar became more and more anxious.

The spiritual energy around him suddenly swayed, and the old beggar pulled out a magic mist the size of an inkstone from Yin Pingzhi's cavity!

Immediately, the spiritual energy in the entire crypt surged into chaos, and all the spiritual plants withered and collapsed.

"Yin Pingzhi" deflated the moment the magic mist left his body, languishing on the ground like a broken inflatable doll, and quickly turned into a pile of black mucus.

The old beggar landed on the ground, held the magic mist, laughed three times, raised his head, and swallowed it boldly!

Zhang Ning was stunned. Why don't you leave me a sample for experimentation?

After the old beggar finished eating the magic mist, he was still unsatisfied and murmured: "Back then, I was guarding the border in Wuwei Fort. I stayed in the fort with my brothers for a month. As soon as I came out, I wanted to eat the sour soup.

Soup..." [Note]

After saying this, he stopped and swallowed, raised his face and squinted at Zhang Ning... not paying attention to the black mucus that started to ooze out of his belly.

Sour soup? The sour soup stalls have long been knocked over and trampled by the demonized cattle! Zhang Ning didn’t know how to reply to the old man.

When the old beggar saw that Zhang Ning didn't respond, he took two steps toward him. With a hopeful look on his face, he squinted and said, "Brother, bring me a bowl...of soup."...Black mucus was already running along his legs.

It flowed to the ground and spread all the way with his footsteps.

"No problem, I have a lot of delicious food here," Zhang Ning raised his hand, and there was a bowl of steaming hot and sour beef soup in his hand, "As long as you can keep it..."

Before he finished speaking, the old beggar disintegrated like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into white light spots flying everywhere, and finally gathered into a piece of white drawing paper the size of an A4 paper.

There is only one character on the drawing paper who is skinny but has a strong character, his hair is messy but not greasy, his clothes are shabby but clean and dry... Only a few strokes outline the charm of the old beggar.
Chapter completed!