Su Zimu was so angry that he suddenly slammed the bone demon against the wall. Before it could adjust its posture, it rushed forward and punched the side of its skull.
There was a loud bang, and the skull hit the wall, shattering into pieces of rubble, and the will-o'-the-wisp trembled in the empty eye sockets.
Not to be outdone, the bone demon threw away his arm, using a gesture that was absolutely impossible for a normal person to do, and slapped Su Zimu with his backhand.
It's still stuck on my face.
Not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
Su Zimu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and his fists never left the bone demon's head.
The bone demon couldn't escape, but it fought back with all its strength with punches and kicks, and it always stared at Su Zimu's head.
Su Zimu exploded with anger, his true energy flowed through his hundreds of meridians, and he used all his strength to hit the bone demon's head with a heavy cannon.
Snapped--
The skull was shattered on the spot.
At this moment, wisps of faint electric light suddenly bloomed on Su Zimu's fist, and the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes were wiped out in the arc of electricity, leaving no trace.
Su Zimu didn't know it, but he still punched forward one after another, first smashing the bone demon's head, kicking his limbs, and finally breaking all the ribs one by one.
It wasn't until the bone demon was broken into a pile of broken bones that Su Zimu stopped breathing heavily.
Dealing with this thing is more difficult than drilling a hole in a stone door!
At the very least, there had been no problem with my fist when I was hitting rocks, but now, I was trembling uncontrollably.
The face of the fist was even scratched by broken bones, and the bones were deeply visible.
Fortunately, Su Zimu recovered quickly, and within a short time, his fists grew again.
He returned to the stone door and looked back worriedly to make sure that there were no changes in the broken bones on the ground, and then continued to expand the exit until he could get through.
Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and waved to the broken bones in the corner, taking it as a farewell.
Outside the door is a fairly spacious passage, but there is no stone door behind it, just a wooden door with a big hole.
Although he had long reminded himself that there was no need to be surprised if anything happened in this ghost place, this scene still made him very confused.
With a gentle push, the wooden door opened, and the stone bed and bones came into view again.
My balls hurt!
Fortunately, there is only one bone demon. If there were 180 of them, it’s hard to say what the outcome would be!
Ahead was a straight passage hidden in the darkness. Su Zimu hesitated for a moment, turned around, smashed the wooden door, and removed a one-foot-square wooden board.
He used his fingernails to dig a hole in the middle of the board to represent the stone room behind him. He then chose a direction and measured the distance with his feet. When he encountered a fork in the road, he would write down a stroke on the board. He would draw wherever he went. In this way,
You are no longer a headless fly running around, at least you know where you are.
He planned to engrave the familiar streets in his memory on wooden boards to make it easier to understand and remember.
In the silent passage, the sound of footsteps spread far away.
However, this passage had no forks at all, and it was not as full of formations as imagined. Su Zimu had a smooth path all the way, but before he had gone very far, he heard slight footsteps.
He stopped in alarm and squatted slowly by the wall: "Who?"
The footsteps disappeared, and a voice came from the darkness: "Who are you?"
Su Zimu rolled his eyes, going back and forth, where is the guessing game?
"Don't ask, do you know me?"
The other party was obviously relieved: "Zhu Er, I wonder which Taoist friend you are?"
"Su He." Su Zimu responded, and the two approached cautiously. After a while, they finally met.
After confirming each other's identity, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
After asking about their respective experiences, they discovered that Zhu Er left the team only a little later than Su Zimu. He was also moved into a stone room, but he didn't encounter bones or other similar things, and it didn't take much to get out.
With all his strength, he used the long knife he carried with him to chop repeatedly, and soon the door was opened.
Forget about Su Zimu's depression, why am I so unlucky when co-writing?
After Zhu Er escaped, he walked aimlessly and could not find the right path until he met Su Zimu unexpectedly.
Without saying anything, the two of them walked together and continued to look for a way out.
But there was one big difference. Su Zimu was looking for a way out, but Zhu Er was looking for the treasure hidden here.
This made Su Zimu confused. He asked puzzledly: "Lao Zhu, why did you follow Boss Mo here? Are you not afraid that a few of them will cross the river and demolish the bridge or something?"
Zhu Erdao: "I dare not say anything about other people, but Boss Mo is famous for keeping his word. Even if I die, he will send the share I deserve to the person I designate."
"Really or not?" Su Zimu almost thought there was something wrong with his ears, "Is someone named Mo such a tough character?"
Zhu Er sighed: "Those who do this kind of business always tuck their heads in their belts and look for opportunities. It's always easy to get in, but it's extremely difficult to get out. If there is no credibility anymore, how can anyone dare to join him?"
adventure?"
Su Zimu nodded thoughtfully, somewhat understanding.
To put it bluntly, whether it is a cave or a tomb, as long as it belongs to a monk, or once belonged to a monk, there will be some formation restrictions, and your life will be ruined if you are not careful.
If your character is too bad and you have to go back alive alone every time, then that's fine. It doesn't matter whether you get any benefits or not, and don't ask whether the people you travel with are alive or dead. No one is willing to partner with such a person in the future.
There will be.
Everyone is willing to take risks for the sake of opportunity, but the premise of taking risks is that there is a possibility of benefit.
Therefore, a group of strangers come together for the same purpose.
Su Zimu thought for a moment and then asked: "Then what is your purpose?"
"What else could it be?" Zhu Er sighed, "Elixirs, magic weapons, heavenly materials and earthly treasures. If a person is able to cultivate, even shit, I can offer it to him like an ancestor!"
Rough words but not rough reasoning, at this moment, Su Zimu finally realized how irrational things these low-level monks can do in order to break through!
"Unlike you, I had no intention of participating from the beginning." Su Zimu said, "It took me eight lifetimes of bad luck to end up like this."
"That's how it is in this business. You appeared too close. Who knows if there is anyone behind? If I don't recruit you, what if the news is leaked?" Zhu Er also became more talkative.
In this industry, if there are people with strong character like Mo Wen, there will naturally be those who are extremely evil and do all kinds of evil. Some of them don't even want to get any benefits, but only destroy other people's good deeds.
Even though the road was smooth when you came in, if a few unscrupulous idiots come and throw something into the lake, or deliberately violate the lake's forbidden laws, you may not know what will happen.
Therefore, the best way is not to leak any information, even if it is potentially possible.
