Hearing this familiar shout, I looked back and saw that Gatham was turning his head and looked straight to my side.

“Old man, remember me?”

“Fleeing!”

Without waiting for me to finish, Gatah cried with such a sudden voice.

My reaction speed is absolutely not slow, it just shouted this, I think do not think, directly side over, intend to flash out a distance.

But I forgot, my calf is still tumbling, this hard work, directly to their own balance to destroy, the whole body is poured down next to it, if I do not react quickly with the palm of the ground, I have to fall the front teeth.

When I keep the balance, I am still happy, my heart said that my body is more and more agile, if it is placed in the original I have to...

“Hush.”

With a smouldering sound, the gladness of my face disappeared, looked down at my abdomen, and only felt that it was time to plant my head.

A long thorn made of black like metal has penetrated my belly unconsciously, and it has been stabbed through the past from the right middle of the Dantian, which my grandfather once said.

One of the black thorns was exposed to the air, and the other was plunged into the sand.

It was the first time I had such a close contact with Erby, and even if I didn’t touch it with my hand, I could still feel the temperature of the long thorn like an ice cube.

It’s alive, and that’s what scares me the most.

The surface of the long thorn is irregularly squirming, sometimes bulging a few small bags, and then it is concave down...

“I fucked... where the fuck came from...” I clenched my teeth and didn’t dare to shout out with the pain, almost instantly, my forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and the fear was reduced a lot, and I could feel myself calmer than before.

But that calm didn’t seem to be enough to save me.

With a hush-whrinkling, many chopsticks were thick and thin, and separated from the first long thorn, one after the other into my body.

Every long thorn inserted is completely intruded, coupled with the fact that the body clam can quickly repair the wound...

Almost the first second was pierced by the long thorns, and the wound could not be seen in the second, and the long thorns that had not entered my body could not be seen.

Compared to the pain of being penetrated by Dantian, these small injuries and small pains are nothing, and I think they are all small meanings.

But when I found that the little black thorns had fallen into the position, there was a subtlety that could not be said, I felt stupid.

From the first to the last, no more or less, the separation of the long thorns there are seventeen.

This number can correspond to the evil in my body.

Not only that, but the position in which they penetrate is exactly where I buried the evil son, which surprised me the most.

In addition to my host, there is an external force to be able to perceive where the evil son is... this is not the right number with the old man!

Is it not completely integrated into my body? how can it be made to know the location?

When I panicked, I felt the change in my body.

In the past, even if I did not call out evil children, I could have some connection with them, and that connection made me clearly aware of their existence, but at this time... the connection was completely broken.

“It is finished...”

Gatham muttered, and what he said was what I wanted to say.

It's over.

My biggest card is the evil one buried in my flesh, but at this time they seem to have been silenced and completely disconnected from me.

Not to say that it is to call them out, that is, to perceive their existence, and that nothing can be done.

"Old man... it seems that we still planted it..." I squeezed out a smile, strong pretending to be very calm, and did not take life and death to heart at all: "This dog day is too desperate, fight."

No, no, it should not be called Gadtham now, it should be an old monk.

After recovering his sanity, his attention was on my side, and seemed to be worried about me.

I don’t know if it felt the change in my body... but from what it says...it should have guessed some.

"Don't be afraid."The old monk trembled and comforted in a low voice: "With me, it will not kill you, unless I die..."

The old monk was very painful, and in every word, this emotion was revealed.

The hand that clasped its body was still working hard incessantly, and the palms were tightened, the sound of the bones breaking was much less, because the old monk had no other bone to be pinched.

The whole person is like a fish without bones, and the soft paralytic is pinched there by the hand, and can only speak but can't move.

Don't say that it is to save me, that is, to protect myself... I am afraid it does not have that ability.

I was about to say a few words to the old monk, comfort him, but I did not expect that I suddenly could not open my mouth, and my voice was blocked like something, and I could not make a sound at all.

At this time, an unbearable pain came from the left cheekbone.

It was a tear-like excipe, starting from the cheekbones and spreading down until the left chin, when it gradually stopped.

With a slamping, I felt something fall to the ground.

Looking down, it was a bloody thing, so big as the palms, it looked blurred flesh and blood, and a little familiar.

I looked at the thing with some confusion, endured the pain, raised my hand and touched it, and found that my left cheek was indeed thinner, and I felt a little pain in my hand.

Put down your hand and look at it, your palm is full of rotten blood.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“No... no...” I smiled, put my palm down, and quietly put my back on my back.

My hands are trembling, and he's fucking trembling because he's afraid, so I can't let the old monk see it, or he'll have to worry about death...What do I hate about it? As for the trick of skinning and tearing bones?

"Old man, we are planted, but the others have run away, and they should be able to run away..."

Hearing my words, the old monk seemed to be aware of something, and some looked at me with a trembling, and after a few seconds, it showed an unnatural smile.

Strange to say, he was clearly staring at the skin of Gatto, and from head to toe was a monster, but when I smiled, I could feel that inexplicable kindness.

Perhaps this is what the old man used to say.

Buddha-nita is not in the skin, but in the heart.

Even if the old monk stared at Gatham, when he was merciful, he looked like a Buddha.

“They ran away?”The old monk asked me, “How long have you been running?”

“It’s been a long time.”I laughed, "If they were running at full speed... they should be about to go down the hill now."

The old monk said, well.

“That’s okay...”

The old monk sighed, and no longer struggled, looked back at the body covered with glue, and smiled very helplessly: "The devil can't deal with it... The power you lent me by the Fa-print ... and you can't get it... This monster is not simple."

“The power that the law lends you?”I paused for a moment and asked curiously, “Did you lend it to yourself?”

The old monk nodded, and when he spoke, his tone was inexplicably heavy, as if he had some regret.

“I can’t wait...I can’t wait...I can’t wait to save your life...”

"Well, you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect itself, I do not blame you, do not blame yourself."I laughed and said, "Death here can also be a life number, no matter how it tossed, ten years later, we are a good man again."

With that, I raised my hand and rubbed my nose, not daring to let the old monk find my mood low, and the laughter was a little reluctant.

"My grandfather often said that when you have to fight, you have to fight, really can't fight, we have to recognize, I want to bet to lose."

At this moment, at the entrance of this underground space, a young man's voice came cold.

“Will the king of hell also want to lose his clothes?”Shouldn't it?"

The man said, laughing with joy.

"Shen Ge, you're a little embarrassed to do this, I really didn't expect you to be like this."