Old woman Hu grinned and tightened her lips. She didn't know whether she should continue. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the house.
The joy that had just risen in Xu Luo's heart disappeared in an instant.
The extremely familiar omen of life and death surged crazily from the center of his eyebrows.
He didn't even have time to think, he tapped the wooden crutch lightly on the ground, and his body slid into the car behind him like a swimming fish.
The next moment, the cold, bloody and vast Qi machine, like a black thunderstorm cloud, pressed hard towards the Qingniu cart.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
A blue shadow seemed to be born from nothingness, coming across countless spaces.
A phantom appeared out of thin air above the cart, colliding hard with the bloody smell pouring down.
There was a huge boom and earthquake, and the circular air wave centered on the cart, sweeping everything in all directions like a sea tide.
The green melon vines, the weird scarecrow, and even the vague smell of human fireworks in the distance were all thrown away by the air waves like piles of children's building blocks!
A series of soft clicks were heard, and cracks opened in the solid wall of the Qingniu cart.
Xu Luo, who had just retreated into the carriage, opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood.
The exposed skin was covered with numerous tiny wounds like broken porcelain.
Blood spattered along the wound and gathered into a dark red pattern on the floor.
His mind felt as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer, and Xu Luo's consciousness began to become a little blurry.
But even so, he still subconsciously clutched the fushengzhu beside him with his palms.
The slight coolness coming from the bamboo body barely allowed him to maintain a sense of clarity.
But at this time, the situation of Wushengzhu itself was also extremely miserable.
The originally bare bamboo had a crack extending from the top to the only branch.
The complex patterns on the surface of the green bamboo have also become distorted and appear and disappear.
Fortunately, a touch of green breath was quickly spreading from the roots to the bamboo body, repairing the crack.
Even Xu Luo, who had been holding the bamboo in vain and refused to let go, got some benefits.
Xu Luo's consciousness went cold, and he was surprised to see an itching sensation coming from the wound on his body.
The granulations visible to the naked eye grow rapidly, adhere, and finally form bloody scabs.
After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly sneered.
Just now, I seemed to have heard the suppressed screams outside. Although Wu Shengzhu was not as powerful as the one in the previous illusion.
But, is it so easy to resist an innate spiritual creature that claims to be able to carry a world's destiny?
Thinking of this, Xu Luo didn't dare to delay, and reluctantly moved his body, which was in severe pain, back to the cabin of the car.
The situation outside is now a mess. Countless melon vines have been overturned by their roots and are rolling and twisting on the ground.
One by one, Old Woman Hu, as well as Xia Kekang and other pond fish, were also hit by the turbulent air waves and flung more than ten feet away.
The only ones intact are the three old buildings and the hunchbacked old man who is looking solemnly this way.
He wears shabby linen clothes, has a short and fat figure, and has an old face with ridges and grooves, as if it is filled with a lifetime of sorrow.
If it weren't for the deathly coldness radiating from his small eyes, this old man would be no different from a poor old farmer in the countryside.
The hatchet that had never left his hand was inserted right in front of him. The hunchbacked old man had his hands behind his back, looking enigmatic.
But no one saw that his skinny hands were trembling like cramps behind his back.
This was also the first time that the hunchbacked old man looked at Xu Luo.
Seeing that Xu Luo looked like a bloody man, he still sneered and looked at him without fear.
The hunchbacked old man's eyes were as if he were looking at a dead person, without any reaction.
Only out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the E-shaped lantern hanging on the carriage, and his calm eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.
"Where did this... lantern... come from?"
The old man seemed to have not spoken for a long time as word after word came out of his mouth.
Xu Luo grinned and pulled at the wound on his body. Before the smile had time to appear, it turned into a bitter look on his face.
Sure enough, compared to the old woman Hu who only acted according to the rules, this old man actually still maintained his intelligence. He was the real weirdo!
Seeing that Xu Luo didn't answer, the old man's eyes flashed with blood and he was obviously a little angry. It seemed that this question was very important to him.
Who is Xu Luo?
Although he is just an insignificant little ant now, he is still disabled.
But when it comes to his sharp thinking, flexibility, thick skin and ability to follow the stick, this is his real advantage as a man of two generations!
"Cough, cough...what does it have to do with you?"
Xu Luo wasn't afraid at all. He didn't believe that the monster would be kind and let him go!
The old man didn't take action at this time. There was only one reason. He made him feel threatened.
In other words, a spiritual creature like the Bamboo Bamboo can still break the rules even if its true form has not yet appeared!
The blood in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man instantly covered his entire pupil. The hatchet inserted in the ground trembled, but he did not pull it out after all.
After a long while, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly.
"Young man, there are some things that a waste like you can't have! Aren't you afraid of death?"
Without waiting for Xu Luo to answer, he laughed strangely again.
"You're still a disgusting person! Even God doesn't want you to live a good life, so why are you still struggling?
Presumably these years, your life should be worse than death, right?
How does it feel to watch your relatives and friends die in front of your eyes one by one?"
Xu Luo frowned, a wave of anger rushed into his mind, but the next moment, his mood calmed down.
This is the truth, so why worry about what others say?
Instead of being helpless and furious here, it is better to live well.
Let those who want to do well for themselves have everything they want, and let those who don't want to do well for themselves find it difficult to understand, but they can't get rid of them!
This is the greatest truth in the world!
Xu Luo is now wary of the Heavenly Disgusting Body, but now it seems that the horror of this curse is beyond his imagination!
Even a weirdo seems to have heard of its reputation.
Thinking about his experiences over the years, Xu Luo intuitively told him that this hunchbacked old man had not lied to him!
But so many years of pain and suffering have already made him extremely tough. Even if it is true, so what?
As long as you are not dead, you have to live well!
Seeing that Xu Luo remained silent, the old man thought he had just hit his weak spot and laughed with a hint of satisfaction.
"You live alone and are worse than a monster like me. Those beasts under my command still know how to combine yin and yang to reproduce offspring. How dare you?
Why don't you just stay here and keep me company?"
"hehe…"
Xu Luo suddenly chuckled, and his voice became louder and louder.
The hunchbacked old man's face gradually darkened, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes again.
"You want this lantern?"
After a while, Xu Luo finally stopped laughing and suddenly said something.
"But you can't kill me, or you're not sure!"
The voice was very soft, but the tone was very firm.