Su Zimo was lifted in the palm of the burly man like a weak chick that could not resist at all!
Although his cultivation was crippled, his physique and bloodline power were still present.
However, he could not move at all when the burly man gripped his neck with five strong fingers and could only watch helplessly as he was carried into the depths of the cemetery!
"How could this be?"
"Those chains can't restrain the red-headed ghost?"
"Since they can't restrain him, why is the red-headed ghost still staying obediently in the cemetery?"
"Does master know about this?"
"What's his relationship with the red-headed ghost?"
Instantly, countless questions surged through Su Zimo's mind and his mind was in a mess.
Furthermore, the red-headed ghost was chattering endlessly in his ears about unimportant matters. Su Zimo felt like his head was about to explode!
Bang!
Su Zimo was thrown to the ground and was about to leap up when there was a series of clanging sounds. A thick chain had already coiled around his body.
Boom!
Su Zimo channeled the power of his bloodline and struggled with all his might!
There was no movement!
Although the chain looked rusty, it was unusually tough and could not be broken free at all.
His power of bloodline was like a stone sinking into the ocean – there was no reaction from the chain at all!
A cold glint flashed through Su Zimo's eyes as a series of crackling sounds came from within his body. His tendons and bones rang at the same time as his entire body shrank!
Tendons Transformation and Bones Contraction!
Since he could not shake the chain head-on, Su Zimo changed his mind and intended to shrink his body to escape.
Only the heavens knew what the burly man's intentions were for capturing him.
Even if the burly man did not have any ill intentions, Su Zimo could not withstand the burly man's incessant chatter.
Unexpectedly, the moment Su Zimo's body shrank, the chains on his body shrank as well and locked his body tightly without any gaps to escape!
"Gagagaga!"
The burly man sat on the ground with a mocking look in his eyes. He grinned and said, "This broken thing can't lock me, but it's too easy to lock you up. You'd better save your strength."
Su Zimo tried again, but he was unable to break free from the chains. He could only give up and frown at the large man.
When he got closer, Su Zimo realized that there wasn't much flesh on the burly man's body. He was practically just skin and bones.
However, the man's skeleton was extremely large, and his bones were also incomparably thick and solid. This made his body appear tall and sturdy, and his every movement was filled with explosive power!
The burly man was emitting an indescribable aura, as if he had come from the depths of the ancient wilderness. He was extremely dangerous!
Inadvertently, Su Zimo felt his heart palpitate!
Su Zimo had no idea what this red-headed ghost's background was.
The only thing he knew was that the red-headed ghost was a chatterbox. God knows how long he had been holding it in, blabbering on and on without stopping!
"Little doll, you don't know how much I've suffered."
"This valley is isolated from the world. Other than me, there's only that old bald donkey left. In the end, that guy switched to silent meditation! "
"No matter what I say to him, that old bald donkey doesn't react at all. Tell me, how torturous it has been for me after so many years!"
At that point, the burly man was agitated and grit his teeth. His massive hands were clenched into fists as he pounded the ground.
The tombstone forest shook and the entire cemetery trembled!
Su Zimo could not help but ask, "Why are there two of you? There's even a novice monk with you."
The moment he said that, Su Zimo regretted it.
Indeed, when the burly man saw that Su Zimo had a response, he was even more excited. His eyes shone as he sat down in front of Su Zimo.
"I'm so pissed at the mention of that little bald donkey."
"That little bald donkey fell from above eight years ago. At the start, he was pretty good and obedient. He would come to the backyard everyday to bring me food and chat with me …"
"But in less than half a year, that little bald donkey stopped coming. How despicable!"
The burly man was aggrieved and grumbled.
Su Zimo lamented internally, "Senior Brother Ming Zhen is truly someone with great perseverance to be able to hold on for half a year!"
"Little monk, you can't learn from those two bald donkeys."
"You'll definitely benefit from chatting with me!"
Su Zimo only felt dizzy and could not be bothered about benefits at that moment.
If not for the shackles, he would have fled long ago and never stepped into the backyard again!
…
Gradually, the sky turned bright in the East.
Just like that, the night passed amidst the incessant chatter of the burly man.
The burly man lamented reluctantly, "Time sure flies. I've only said a little."
The burly man turned around and looked at Su Zimo. Instantly, he was shocked as he asked in shock,
"Eh? Little monk, why do you have dark eye circles?"
"Why are there so many blood vessels in your eyes?"
"You don't look too good. It's a little green. Are you poisoned? "
"Hey, the muscles on your face are twitching. Are you having a cramp?"
Su Zimo was flustered and rolled his eyes, nearly fainting.
Piak!
The burly man slapped his forehead in realization. "I've got it. Little monk, did you not rest well last night?"
"Rest …?"
Su Zimo resisted the urge to send the burly man flying with a punch and gritted his teeth repeatedly, spitting out two words.
He would rather fight the paragons of the North Region for three days and three nights than listen to another word from the burly man.
This red-headed ghost was simply a fiendish existence!
"Look, look! Little monk, you're way too hot-tempered. Why are your eyes so wide open?"
"What grievances do you have? Let's talk about it! Don't hold it in!"
The burly man patted Su Zimo on the shoulder and said earnestly.
Panting heavily, Su Zimo lowered his head and felt dizzy. His limbs were weak and he did not even have the strength to speak.
A demonic glint flashed through the burly man's eyes.
He waved his hand and a broken bowl filled with dew flew over from the flowers and plants not far away.
The fingernail of the burly man's index finger extended half an inch and shone with a cold glint as he swiped it gently across his thumb.
A small wound appeared on his thumb and a stream of blood flowed out.
It was an extremely small stream of blood that was less than a ten-thousandth of a drop of blood. When it entered the dew of the broken bowl, it fused into it quickly.
The dew was still clear and there was nothing unusual about it.
The series of actions was extremely obscure and fast.
The moment the burly man received the broken bowl, his index finger separated from his thumb and the wound on his thumb healed as soon as it appeared. Su Zimo had his head lowered and did not notice it at all.
Carrying the broken bowl in his hands, the burly man came before Su Zimo and handed it over with a fake smile. Suddenly, his voice turned sinister and bewitching.
"Little monk, it's been a tiring night for you as well. Drink some water."
Although Su Zimo did not speak much for the entire night, he was truly mentally and physically exhausted. Looking at the clear water before him, he felt his mouth go dry.
Coupled with the fact that his head was heavy and he was not awake at all, he did not think too much and received the broken bowl, downing it in a single gulp.
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