There are more than two hundred bones in the adult body, and a hand has fourteen phalanges alone, plus five metacarpal bones, not counting the eight carpal bones. In this way, Zhou Chaitou has nineteen bones in one hand.
It turned into soft surface threads and rolled into an incredible, cylindrical shape without edges. You can imagine how magical such a strange sight will make people feel.
Luomei looked at Zhou Chao in horror. Luo Lan's jaw dropped to the ground.
None of them expected Zhou ChaiTrou to be so capable.
But in fact, Zhou Zaitu is so different from ordinary people that he can twist and turn his hands like dough, but he has spent countless time, energy, and blood for more than ten years since he was a child.
The hands that have been trained with countless blood and tears belong to the world's best thief, the master thief.
Looking at Zhou ChaiTrou's hand, the red-eyed man was slightly moved. As Zhou ChaiTan moved around, he could tell that Zhou ChaTan's kung fu was average, but with such a unique skill, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
The man rolled his eyes and glanced at Ye Xue standing by the window.
He thought: If the person who followed the most talented princess of Qinglong was an ordinary person, it would be really strange.
Zhou Zaitu held the man's hand again and said to the man: "You have long fingers and thin calluses on your fingertips. It seems that you are quite good at it."
Zhou Zaitu suddenly laughed, "Since I was born, Master has been training my hands, and it took me more than ten years to achieve the skills I have now. Do you think it would be okay if I beat the nineteen bones in your hand to pieces?"
How about rolling it up like me?"
The corners of Zhou Zaitu's mouth were raised in a smile, but his eyes were cold and cruel. Looking at the man's strange red eyes, he said, "Do you want to try it?"
...After a long silence, when Zai Zhou's hands had condensed his energy and applied force to his own, the man spoke.
"I'm not a fool, and of course I'm not mute!" He couldn't lose his hand. As he spoke, the man looked at Ye Xue's back.
When he was still in the hands of the big slave merchant, in order to get him to speak, the big slave merchant trained him to be a male slave to please the noble lady. The big slave merchant tried various methods, but he did not speak.
Of course the big slave trader had threatened him, but he knew that the big slave trader wanted to make a fortune from him and would not really do anything to him.
But now, the man understood that if he didn't speak, the man in front of him who was ordered to torture him would destroy his hands.
If people knew that a top killer who had changed his mind after hearing this and lost his proud hands, how could he still have the face to live in this world?
*****
Ye Xue looked out the window. The bird that had been hovering leisurely on the river finally found a good opportunity. It jumped across the river quickly like an arrow from a string.
In the blink of an eye, the water splashed everywhere, and the flying bird picked up a big and fat fish in its mouth, and flew away with a full load.
After enjoying the good show, Ye Xue turned around and looked directly at the man: "What's your name? What's your identity? Where are you from?"
...The man stared at Ye Xue without moving his eyes or speaking.
"Say!" Zhou Zaitu roared loudly, and his palms filled with energy were about to hit the man's hand.
"Ha!" Ye Xue chuckled lightly and told the troublemaker to step away.
Pouring himself a glass of Zuixianlou's ten-year-old daughter's red, Ye Xue took a brief sip, said "OK", and drank the wine in one gulp.