Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Three: Strange Saint
The suona is an instrument with a very unique sound, but the reason why I remembered it just now was because I had never heard this instrument again except once when I was burying old Chen's body.
Listening to the sound, it seems to contain a unique power of rules.
"Another disaster spirit? When did the disaster spirit become so worthless??"
Ding Xiaoyi was shocked and couldn't help but sigh. He had lived for more than twenty years and had never seen many disaster spirits. As a result, during this period, disaster spirits appeared one after another.
Like cabbage sprouting out one after another.
"Is it really like what my grandfather wrote in his diary that a bright and bright world is about to come??"
Now that a master is taking action, he simply doesn't have to worry anymore and just wait and see if there is any chance to launch a sneak attack or something.
“Suona??”
Li Bing and the other three were also startled. Their eyes met and their expressions became a little unnatural.
The old man behind Li Bing had a cold light in his eyes: "It's him! A hundred birds flock to the phoenix, who is this song if it's not him!"
"Grandpa, who is he? Do you have any grudges??"
The young man standing behind Li Bing and the others couldn't help asking with an innocent and curious expression.
The young man is young, fair-looking, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a small face and a high nose, and long light brown hair. He looks innocent and undisciplined. If it weren't for the distinct Adam's apple, some people would believe that she is a beautiful girl.
"Hmph, in this world, who else can play a low-class musical instrument like the suona except the sage among the four outstanding figures?"
The one who spoke was another old man among the three. This old man was the most special because he only had one arm.
"Strange Saint?"
The young man thought about it and slapped his forehead: "Oh, I have read Grandpa Kasa's information book and it seems that he is Li Chuanhai's second brother. Is it him??"
Speaking of this, the young man's eyes wandered: "Master, you three seemed to have been..."
Halfway through his words, the young man suddenly covered his mouth, as if he said something wrong.
When old things were mentioned, Li Bing couldn't stand the stimulation no matter how good his character was. He stepped forward and stared at the source of the sound: "Quiet Saint, you piece of shit, get out of here!!"
The sound was like thunder, and for a moment there was a surge of blood. The bloody hand in the sky collapsed, turning into a rolling tide of blood and rolling towards the people in the valley.
I saw countless soldiers and horses emerging from the surging blood tide, turning into countless bloody men.
Under the rolling tide of blood, no one could be seen, but the sound of the suona suddenly became more harsh, the sound was sonorous and powerful, as if it was crying, as if it was not playing music, but telling a story.
Power invisible to the naked eye, mixed with the sound of the suona, suddenly caused the rolling tide of blood to suddenly hit something, and was blocked in mid-air.
When the forces of the two rules collided, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart with a black crack.
"So what if I come out? Do you think you can kill me?"
While he was talking, a figure flew out of the crowd like a ghost. The figure jumped over and appeared in front of Li Bing the next second.
It was a mask, half a person tall, hanging in front of Li Bing.
The mask is not a human face, it has an eagle's beak and deer eyes. There is no color on it. It is just black and white with various complex geometric figures painted on it.
At first glance, this mask makes people feel very strange. If they take a closer look, they will feel disgusted for no reason.
The empty eye sockets of the mask glanced at him, and a burst of childish laughter came out of his mouth: "Have you forgotten how I stepped on your head on cow dung?"
"Go to hell!"
It's an old story, and I don't know how many years have passed, but the moment he heard these words, Li Bing's eyes were still filled with tears.
He punched the mask, and his fist was covered with thick blood. He believed that as long as his blood touched the opponent, the blood under his muscles could be drawn out instantly.
But a strange scene occurred. After Li Bing smashed the mask with one punch, there was another strange mask under the mask.
This mask is a smiling face, but the smile is very... hypocritical!
It's better to say he was laughing than mocking.
"Zhou Fu, Ke Xing, one of you two brothers has a broken arm, and the other has lost his legs. How come you have become a disaster spirit and your dream of rebirth from broken limbs has been shattered? Hahahaha."
The mask sneered, and the person it spoke of was the old man with a broken arm behind Li Bing, and the old man sitting on the lotus.
But people only knew that Zhou Fu had broken an arm, but few people knew that Ke Xing, who was sitting cross-legged on the lotus beside him, actually had his legs chopped off.
When the scar was revealed again, Zhou Fu's face was expressionless, but the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Li Bing smashed the mask with another punch: "Pretend to be a ghost!!"
However, the moment the mask cracked, he saw that behind the mask, it was no longer a mask, but a skinny palm, slapping Li Bing on the face.
This slap came so fast that Li Bing was even caught off guard. He had no time to block and could only call out the protective blood light. However, this skinny slap ignored the power of the blood light and still slapped Li Bing's face hard.
superior.
With a "pop" sound, several people behind Li Bing showed surprised expressions, and others around him were even more astonished.
Even Ding Xiaoyi didn't expect that this slap would come so quickly.
Li Bing was immediately thrown out and hit the ground like a meteor. Several raised gravels almost broke his ribs, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.
A clear bloody palm print appeared on his face, which was extremely red and swollen. He struggled a few times and got up. His eyes were cold and he stared at the figure in mid-air: "Impossible!"
Only then did everyone realize that where Li Bing had been, there was a thin old man standing.
The old man wore a black and white mask on his face.
But the strange thing is that the face on the mask is completely upside down, and the eyes are crooked, making it look absurd and weird.
"Sure enough, it's him!" Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up as he looked at such a strange mask.
"That's good. If Mr. Chen knew that his second brother was still alive, he would probably jump out of the coffin with joy!"
Soon he became curious about the power of this old man's rules.
But it was very strange. Others didn't see it clearly, but I was keenly aware of the changes just now.
When Li Bing tore off his mask just now, he was restrained by a force. This restraint force allowed him to be easily slapped and flew away.
A faint laugh came from under the mask of the Ghost Saint. As he spoke, he rubbed his palms and said mercilessly: "Is there anything impossible? I made you eat cow dung last time. I'll let you eat it this time."
Human feces.”
"Strange Saint!!" Ke Xing stared coldly at this enemy.
Li Chuanhai and the others can't move for the time being. After all, this old guy's goal is too big. He is now extremely popular, and those damn marketing accounts are giving him all kinds of praise.
If a fight really breaks out and is filmed, I'm afraid they will all be labeled as evil spirits without asking for any reason, and Mr. Tong won't be able to protect them by then.
They only regretted that Chen Xinghe died too early and Li Chuanhai could not move.
Now that the Strange Saint actually showed up at their door, they had already made up their mind to cut off this guy's head no matter what today and send it to Li Chuanhai as a gift.
Maybe Li Chuanhai can turn into a madman again after being stimulated.
Thinking of this, Ke Xing glanced at his brother Zhou Fu: "Come together, remember to leave a complete body!"