Just when Mr. Wang was debating whether to accept the suspected dirty rosary, suddenly, the brilliance of this old dzi bead bracelet shone brightly. At the same time, a slight sound of chanting came from the bracelet.
out.
Gradually, the sound of chanting became louder and louder, and continued to echo in the room, as if it was washing people's souls and making their whole body clear.
Mr. Wang shuddered and came back to his senses from the state of relaxation. He was a little shocked. When he loosened his hand, the old dzi bead bracelet slipped from his hand, but the bracelet did not fall.
On the ground, it slowly floated, and finally floated above Mr. Wang's head, constantly emitting a soft golden light.
The golden brilliance became more and more powerful, and the golden brilliance, which was like a substance, turned upside down around Mr. Wang, forming a giant golden bell, completely protecting Mr. Wang inside, invulnerable to water and fire, and warding off all evil.
"Wang Dazhuang, what is going on? You should explain it to me clearly." Mr. Wang shouted angrily.
Anyone who is kept in the dark and sees all this will be a little panicked, and Mr. Wang, a well-informed veteran, is no exception.
Zhou Shiqi curled his lips and completely ignored Mr. Wang's yelling. Instead, he cast his gaze behind him. At this time, the purple mist kept making a "squeaking" sound under the golden light, and then
It turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this old Dzi bead bracelet beginning to play its role as a consecration instrument, Zhou Shiqi was convinced that this rosary was more powerful than he imagined.
It’s hard to see that the stinky monk of Sanjie is really a drunkard. The eminent monk in the heart of the Buddha is much better than the fake monks who only seek to consecrate women who have fallen off the mark just for the sake of fame.
Although the old Dzi bead bracelet worked, Zhou Shiqi was not completely reassured. After all, no one knew what kind of accident would happen until the end. Therefore, Zhou Shiqi kept the titanium alloy dog eyes open and paid close attention to Mr. Wang's back.
The movement of the purple mist.
Seeing that the huge purple mist gradually began to melt under the golden light and became smaller and smaller, Zhou Shiqi suddenly discovered that the golden brilliance on the old Dzi bead bracelet was also weakening.
Zhou Shiqi was shocked at that time. The resentment behind Mr. Wang was more fierce than he imagined.
Even if the Buddhist purifying golden light emitted by this old Dzi bead bracelet is its nemesis, this old Dzi bead bracelet with no one to control it and no follow-up support has actually begun to become powerless.
The golden light of Buddhism and the resentment will continue to fight and annihilate each other until they dissipate. Whoever lasts the longest will be the final winner.
Zhou Shiqi could only watch all this. He was just a warrior with high attack and high blood pressure. This kind of thing that was immune to physical attacks was really beyond what he could handle at the moment.
After a long time, the golden light on the old Dzi bead bracelet began to fade and flicker, and even the golden bell around Mr. Wang became as thin as cicada wings, as if it would break with a poke.
The purple mist behind Mr. Wang was almost exhausted and almost disappeared.
This actually made Zhou Shiqi breathe a sigh of relief.
"Click..."
As a slight breaking sound came, Zhou Shiqi's dog ears twitched twice, then his face changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the old Dzi bead bracelet suspended in the air.
Zhou Shiqi's sharp eyes took a closer look and immediately found a slight crack on an old dzi bead.
Then, as time went by, cracks of varying sizes appeared on the remaining old Dzi beads.
"Bang bang bang..."
The old Dzi bead bracelet suddenly exploded, and several beads were blown to pieces and turned into powder, floating around.
In the end, out of a total of eighteen beads, only three intact old Dzi beads were left, while the rest were seriously damaged and could not be used.
As the brilliance subsided, three intact old Dzi beads fell to the ground, and Zhou Shiqi took the opportunity to put the small tower into the storage space.
Zhou Shiqi felt a little panicked. The old Dzi bead bracelet was pledged to him by Monk Sanjie. Later, they had reached an agreement that Monk Sanjie owed him a favor and the old Dzi bead bracelet should have been returned.
of.
It's just that Monk Sanjie may have forgotten, or he may not mind at all.
If Monk Sanjie didn't mention it, Zhou Shiqi would not take the initiative to say it. He would be a fool if he didn't take advantage of him. If he could take advantage of Monk Sanjie, it would be too late for Zhou Shiqi to be happy. How could he even remind him with good intentions?
It’s a good thing to exist!
Now there were only three beads left in a string of eighteen beads, and Zhou Shiqi was worried. The Sanjie monk was afraid that he would be beaten to death if he found out.
As the old Dzi bead bracelets were destroyed and the remaining ones were put into the small tower, the giant golden clock around Mr. Wang shattered and scattered into little golden lights on the spot, disappearing into the room.
Focusing his eyes behind Mr. Wang, Zhou Shiqi glanced around, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his face suddenly changed. What the hell was that?
The purple mist behind Mr. Wang disappeared, replaced by a bunch of curled up, shaking like a living thing... hair?
The hair all over his body exploded, and Zhou Shiqi shuddered a little. This small tuft of black hair looked weird, it seemed to represent ominousness, and there was an inexplicable evil aura wafting out.
Zhou Shiqi's eyes almost popped out of his head. He never imagined that the purple resentment behind Mr. Wang was caused by this weird hair.
Zhou Shiqi stopped using the magical power of the titanium dog eyes and continued to look behind Mr. Wang, only to see that there was nothing behind Mr. Wang. Then Zhou Shiqi activated his magical power again and found that a small tuft of hair appeared in front of him again.
Zhou Shiqi's pupils shrank. There was something wrong with this thing. It seemed that he could only see it when he turned on the titanium alloy dog eyes. So, this thing should have no entity, but what on earth is this thing? I have no clue.
None!
This small tuft of hair is suspended on the back of Mr. Wang's head. Usually, it may be deeply hidden inside because the purple mist is too strong. But at this moment, this tuft of hair is moving without wind. Zhou Shiqi always feels that this scene
It's sinister, really weird and scary.
Zhou Shiqi suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and after observing for a moment, he found that this tuft of hair should not have the ability to actively attack. Its main function seemed to be to gather resentment, making Mr. Wang full of resentment, and eventually died of the resentment riot.
Zhou Shiqi frowned slightly. Looking at this situation, his previous guess might be wrong. These grievances were not caused by Mr. Wang killing too many people when he was young. In his current situation, he seemed to have been tricked by someone, such as lowering his head.
The curse of class.
With a chill in his heart, Zhou Shiqi was speechless. What kind of demons and monsters had Mr. Wang provoked? He had used such weird and inexplicable curses.