Chapter 1137: Uncle Master Wasted
When Weng Songzhi heard Mr. Meng say that he was a useless person, his expression slightly froze.
But things soon returned to normal.
"I am a useless person, but it is better than your heart being useless. You were originally an elder with status and reputation in the Xuanmen, but you were seduced by others and became an evil cultivator."
"Are you worthy of those disciples who came to watch you with great enthusiasm and worshipped you as their master?"
Before becoming Master Meng, he was the abbot of a temple in a small town.
When I first came to visit it, it was quite famous.
Many people around came here to become the abbot's disciples.
"The Youlai Temple is where the Emperor has been before and has offered incense. If you had stayed at the Youlai Temple, it would not be in decline now. Those disciples..."
When he heard Weng Songzhi mention that You Laiguan had come, Mr. Meng's face became even uglier.
"What's that got to do with you?"
"I came to you because I want to ask you, where have the current abbot of Youlai Temple and those disciples from back then gone?" asked Weng Songzhi.
"I've already said it has nothing to do with you."
As soon as Mr. Meng finished saying this, he suddenly threw a handful of ashes towards Weng Songzhi. At the same time, he pushed the boy who was supporting him to Weng Songzhi's side, and he quickly turned around and ran away.
The handful of ashes he scattered turned into a black gas when it reached Weng Songzhi.
The boy who was pushed over inhaled the black air and his eyes quickly changed.
His originally frightened expression became numb, but his eyes gradually became bloodshot. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, roared like a wild beast, and pounced towards Weng Songzhi.
Weng Songzhi quickly dodged, took out a talisman and threw it towards him.
"She even harmed her own child with her ghost energy!"
After the boy inhaled the black air, the ghost energy sealed in his body was triggered.
No one knew how long the evil spirit had been buried in his body. Now that the evil spirit was released, he became completely irrational, with only a brutal instinct to kill, like a wild beast.
This may be a tool that Mr. Meng used to escape when in danger.
Fortunately, the boy had been supporting him with all his heart.
There was a "boom" sound, which was the sound of flames exploding. The fire from the talisman burned fiercely in front of the boy.
When the flame of this fire lightly touched the boy, it burned the evil spirit in his body, making a crackling sound.
The boy screamed miserably.
The sound traveled far away.
Mr. Meng, who was stumbling away, also heard the cry.
His heart skipped a beat.
Weng Songzhi had clearly met the high priest in the past, and his cultivation was destroyed by the high priest. If it weren't for Weng Songzhi's brother who appeared and rescued him inexplicably at that time, his bones would have been almost brittle by now.
But why could he, who had already lost his cultivation, still use such a powerful talisman?
No matter what, he had to go back quickly and inform the high priest of the situation here.
Many of their plans failed!
The high priest must make other plans quickly!
Mr. Meng was in a hurry to escape, so he only paid attention to what was behind him and not what was ahead.
Zhou Shiyue and his group just turned out from the front and bumped into Mr. Meng head-on.
Qinglin, Qingxiao and others immediately drew their swords and pointed them at Mr. Meng.
When Mr. Meng saw Zhou Shiyue's appearance clearly, his heart suddenly sank.
King of King!
Why wasn’t King Jin trapped in that ghost stone killing realm?
He thought all these people had died there!
Zhou Shiyue narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.
He doesn't know this person.
Mr. Meng suddenly covered his chest with his hands, hunched his back and bent over in pain, and cried out weakly.
"Help, help me, there's a ghost behind me!"
As he spoke, he leaned over and fell to the ground.
He was old, pale, and had blood at the corners of his mouth. He looked like a helpless old man who was chased by a ghost, frightened and injured.
Qinglin and some soldiers felt pity when they saw him like this, and some of them were about to step forward to help Mr. Meng up.
"Wait a minute."
Zhou Shiyue raised his hand.
Everyone paused.
Mr. Meng lay on the ground groaning in pain, but his pain was not fake.
All of his ghost bone beads were blown up, and none of the ghosts that were nurtured in them came back. He also suffered a severe backlash and is now indeed injured.
Zhou Shiyue could also see it.
but--
"This is Dead Horse Hill."
Zhou Shiyue's words made everyone's minds clear at once.
That’s right, this is not a place where ordinary people can come, and what time is it now!
Several of them have died by the time they got here, so how could an ordinary old man be safe?
"Ouch, it hurts so much. I came here with my son because I heard there was food here at Simapo. But they all disappeared and I'm left alone as an old man..."
Everyone just looked at him.
It was said before that a small number of disaster victims in the city had already arrived at Simapo, and this is indeed true.
Unfortunately, they no longer believe it.
Because along the way, they met only this one person.
General Qiu was nowhere to be seen. How did he, a disaster victim, avoid danger? Was it luck?
"He pressed his acupuncture points."
Old Meng didn't expect that, after he tried so hard to act pitiful (no, really pitiful, he was really injured and in pain), the King of Jin was unmoved and even pressed his acupoints!
No wonder people say that Prince Jin is a cold-hearted and stinky royal family member. Now it seems to be true!
"you......"
"Tuk-tuk!"
As soon as Mr. Meng said the word "you", Qinglin stepped forward and pressed his acupoints.
two.
One is a mute point and the other is a fixed point.
Mr. Meng opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
He tried hard to move his hands, but couldn't move at all.
He was so angry that he could only stare with his eyes wide open.
As he stared at Zhou Shiyue, he happened to see a soldier behind him suddenly raise his head slowly, with a gloomy expression, one corner of his mouth slightly raised evilly, and then slowly walked forward.
Mr. Meng was instantly excited.
There is a ghost, there is still a ghost!
Some of the soldiers led by King Jin were possessed by ghosts.
Is there only one person?
Just as Mr. Meng was thinking this, it was as if God heard his thoughts. As he wished, several people behind Zhou Shiyue raised their heads one after another with very strange expressions.
They all moved closer to Zhou Shiyue.
The other soldiers also noticed that they suddenly squeezed forward, but before they saw their expressions, they just thought that they also wanted to squeeze forward to see the old man.
When they raised their heads to look at those people's faces, Mr. Meng immediately blinked hard, as if his eyes were cramping, to attract the attention of those soldiers.
"What? What other story do you want to make up?" Qinglin looked at him and blinked hard, and asked sarcastically.
Right here, those few strange soldiers suddenly stabbed Zhou Shiyue's back with the swords in their hands.