Faraway Wanderers - Chapter 21

A thin-skinned man walked slowly around the corner, and his face almost made people forget, and he couldn’t see how old he was. He didn’t know how long he had been there, but no one noticed it.

The man in red frowned, somehow, the moment he saw the man who was thrown in the crowd and wouldn’t make people want to see the second look, suddenly there was a kind of shuddering shivering, climbing up the backbone. He couldn’t help but adjust his posture with the man’s pace, staring at him without blinking.

Quite cautiously again: “Who are you?”

Zhou Zishu had originally subconsciously imagined to answer Gu Xiang, and said an understatement “Unknown Little Pawn”, but he bowed his head and swept the bruises on Zhang Chengling’s neck, and suddenly thought to himself that he had installed his grandson for half a lifetime What kind of politeness is there with such a group of hidden things?

Those extravagances like Ranger Wanderers in his bones have been suppressed for a long time-Zhou Zishu’s eyes swept around a group of obviously nervous men and red men, chuckling, “What do you count, who cares who I am?”

The man in red jumped at the corner of his eyes, and his palm slowly retracted into his sleeve. If anyone can see his palm at this time, he will find that a layer of dark air slowly floats on his skin, and his face is blood red. The birthmark of my baby seems to be darker.

The people who were standing next to him scattered involuntarily, and then winked at each other, surrounding Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling.

Zhou Zishu didn’t care. If no one leaned down and grabbed Zhang Chengling’s collar of clothes, he just lifted him from the ground, and said, “Little devil, what do you look like when you stand up?”

Zhang Chengling froze for a moment, and looked at Zhou Zishu, who was wearing another mask, as if still a little confused.

The man in red said with patience: “This brother, I’m just waiting for something. I need to ask this child, don’t …”

The word “nosy” has not been spoken yet, but Zhou Zishu’s hand was like an electric ground. He actually used the same action as the man in red and caught the neck of the person who had lured Zhang Chengling.

The man was taken aback. His martial arts was actually quite weak, but he didn’t want the thin-bodied man who lived like a bone rack in front of him to look like a ghost. He had to avoid it in the future. Hand.

People who have practiced a little bit also understand that the neck and chest are the most important places to guard against death. They are not intentional but also subconsciously protected. Anyone who dares to strike against the neck of others is generally not an opponent too Weakness means being too confident in your strength.

Then Zhou Zi grinned without a smile and asked, “Am I your grandpa?”

The man he was carrying was stinging for a moment, then became so angry that he planned to yell in disregard: “You …”

However, only one word was spit out, Zhou Zishu’s hands violently strengthened, and the man’s swear words became a hoarse scream. In panic, he raised his hand and waved to Zhou Zishu’s chest. The two were very close. He only heard one scream that changed his tone. He had never seen the other man do anything, and his two arms were disengaged and dropped.

Just listening to Zhou Zishu’s prolonged voice again, he asked softly, “Is it-you-grandfather-grandfather?”

The man in red said angrily, “What do you mean?”

Zhou Zi slowly turned to him and sneered, “I just have something. I need to ask this beast to ask. Don’t worry about it.”

The bones of his hand exploded violently. The man didn’t even hum, so he rolled his eyes, twitched, didn’t move, and didn’t know if he was dead.

When Zhou Zishu let go, he was paralyzed to the ground without bones.

At the same time, two people rushed out at the same time, one rushed to Zhang Chengling who had just stood, waved a long hook in one hand, and greeted Zhou Zishu with a strong wind. Zhou Zi did not flash, and kicked from a very incredible angle, in the middle of the hooked man’s chest, this kick kicked solidly, actually kicking the man out of the blood on the spot and flew out , Just hit the man who attacked Zhang Chengling, and they rolled out like a gourd.

Zhou Zishu frowned, holding Zhang Chengling’s neck in disgust, throwing him aside as if catching a kitten, and impatiently said, “Small things will get in the way. Honestly, stay there. “

Zhang Chengling felt that his body was light, but he was thrown into the corner to stand as if he had no weight. At that moment, he opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and silently spit out the word “Master”.

The man in the red suit didn’t move, the others rushed towards Zhou Zi with a rush of thought.

Zhang Chengling couldn’t bear to blink his eyes. He remembered that when he was very young, his father said that together with martial arts, the roads are different. There are those who are rock solid, those who are stable like Mount Tai, those who are very strong, all invincible, and stormy The disease is like lightning, but these are all tangible kung fu. The most powerful thing is that it must be silent, intangible and unspeakable. At first glance, it seems like spring rain, and the moist is silent, but it only belongs to eight words. Piao Ruohong, lifting heavy weight.

Now, he finally understands what it means to lift weights lightly.

Those people held a hook exactly in their hands and looked closely. They looked like a scorpion’s tail pin, but also gloomy blue light. There was a secret coldness. Zhang Chengling didn’t know at this time. These people were notorious “poisonous scorpions”. It is a group of desperate people who kill people and buy more goods. As long as you have money, you can do everything, you are despicable, and you get sick.

But they don’t look very much now. Zhou Zishu doesn’t move very much, as if lazily. Occasionally he can only move forward and back a half-step. He fists bare-handed, his body is soft, boneless, and shakes. No one of those holding hooks could get close to him, but it was such soft hands and feet that got caught a little before they knew it was terrible.

Zhang Chengling stared at him for a while, but he was dazzled and dizzy.

Within a short time, the thirteen “poison scorpions” had all lay down.

At that moment, Zhang Chengling’s blood was boiling, and he couldn’t help but clenched his fist and squeezed it hard. Zhou Zishu slaps his robe gently, stands silently against the man in red, looks at him for a long while, then tilts his head slightly, narrows his eyes, and asks, “The birthmark on your face, folk It ’s called a little ghost slap, is n’t it that you are the funeral Sun Ding who looks like a funeral star? ”

The man’s complexion suddenly changed.

Zhou Zishu gave a sneer and said, “Guigu has the rules of Guigu. When you are an evil spirit, you are no longer a human. You ca n’t see the light. Except for July and a half, there is no truth. Are you brave enough? Then, dare to do it in the land of Dongting. “

The man in red clenched his teeth and said, “You talk too much.” The words didn’t fall, and the person had turned into a blood-red shadow, bullying him, with a smell that he could not say, like fishy smell. Mixed with the smell of carrion, a strong wind hit, so fast that people couldn’t see clearly.

Zhou Zishu’s body suddenly risen, and floated out of the air three feet out of thin air.

The man in the red waved his palm without hitting him, Zhang Chengling could see clearly–the piece of ground that Zhou Zishu had stepped on had a slap-shaped dent, and the grass was shaking in the autumn wind. Withering at the speed visible to the naked eye, the boy looked up in suspicion, but he did not expect that the horrible man in red was actually the legendary sorrowful Sun Ding!

Killed the murderer Mu Yunge and Fang unknown.

Zhou Zishu folded a branch with his hand, and made a flick, straightly inserted between the hands of the joyous and derelict. The branches and leaves on the branch died quickly. Zhou Zishu didn’t move and didn’t let go. Infused with internal force, it seems to be very flexible. For the moment, the joyous and derelict feel like it has life, and there is a faint adhesion.

In shock, he had to step back. Zhou Zishu’s palm had forced him to his lower abdomen, and the joyous and derelict turned a few somersaults. He went backwards by three or four steps, his face turned pale, and it was easy to stabilize. Zhou Zishu casually threw the dead tree branch that had spread to his hand aside, and slightly folded his sleeves, standing upright.

The happy and bereaves are very knowledgeable and do not hesitate to land on the ground. With the power of backlash, a few ups and downs disappeared.

Zhang Chengling said anxiously, “He’s gone!”

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, ignored it, turned and walked in the other direction, Zhang Chengling rushed to catch up and called: “Master!”

Zhou Zishu stepped forward, frowning, “Which is your master?”

Zhang Chengling chased it regardless, climbed on his arm, and said firmly with his head up: “I know that you are Uncle Zhou, a benefactor, and a master.”

Except him, who would have such a rather impatient tone of speech, a pair of skinny but warm hands, and a ghostly light work? Except him, at this time, who else would come out of the crowd and save his life?

Zhang Chengling determined that it was him, and he was definitely not wrong. Zhou Zishu had tossed around a bit. He didn’t expect to hide some people, but he didn’t want to be seen by this little fart child. He was still a bit frustrated, so he had to make a good effort to throw him away: “You … “

Before he finished speaking, suddenly his eyes were cold, he pulled Zhang Chengling into his arms, and staggered to the side. Zhang Chengling hadn’t responded yet, but felt a moment of breeze, holding his own His arms seemed to stiffen, and then just listened to Zhou Zishu coldly: “Look for death!”

He slashed out with a palm, before the attacker had time to jump up completely, his neck turned aside and it was broken.

Zhang Chengling looked intently and saw that the attack was actually the first unlucky ghost who was wrapped in the neck by Zhou Zi. He did not expect this person to be proficient in turtles, only to pretend to be dead.

The next moment, he was tossed aside again, and Zhou Zishu walked without a word and left, and where Zhang Chengling could let him go again, he had to catch up with his face deadly.

However, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the figure flickered, and was no longer in sight. Zhang Chengling knew that he was extremely talented, and he could not keep up even if he practiced for another 30 or 40 years. He was so sad that he cried out, “Master …” anxiously shed tears.

But at this moment, just listening to a chuckle, a gray-clad man emerged out of thin air, just blocking Zhou Zishu’s way, raising his hand and hooking his waist, it seemed like he was trying to mess up the time.

Zhou Zishu spun around in the air, but for some reason, his body was stagnant and he was hugged by the gray man.

I only listened to the familiar, itchy hateful voice, “Master Zhou Shengren, why are you in such a hurry?”

When the two fell to the ground, Zhou Zishu snorted suddenly and hugged his right arm. The gray-clothed man Wen Ke Xing unceremoniously tore open his sleeve and tore it horizontally. Like, but the next moment, he frowned again-I saw Zhou Zishu nailed two small scars on his right arm, like purple poisonous insects, and turned purple.

Wen Ke walked: “I said how you run so fast, I dare to be stung by poison scorpions.”

Zhang Chengling didn’t expect such an outing, and he looked back at him, glanced at the dead who had attacked them, his face paled.

Before Zhou Zishu had time to say anything, Wen Kexing shot and sealed several of his big points like electricity, and said, “Shut up.”

Then he took a magnet out of his arms, and carefully sucked out the two small oxhair-like needles that had been nailed to his flesh, then leaned forward to take care of sucking blood with his mouth.

Zhou Zishu instantly stiffened into a stone.