Chapter 134 Shame

The passage soon came to an end, and a wall inlaid with Bagua plates blocked their way.

As a master of hexagrams, Zhang Benling was very confident in his ability to deduce hexagrams and volunteered to come forward to interpret the hexagrams.

Helping the clan leader solve problems, becoming familiar to him, and improving his impression points is also a process of demonstrating his own abilities and allowing the clan leader to evaluate him.

The three layers of small grids inside and outside the Bagua plate were engraved with symbols. Zhang Benling kept calculating in his mind, and his hands moved very quickly, quickly putting the symbols back in place.

The others watched carefully from behind.

This is a small team that they have just put together, and everyone is not familiar with each other yet. Now is a good time to get the team running in.

Only by understanding the abilities of others in the team can you better find your own position.

Zhang Moyu was sighing in his heart that Zhang Benling was worthy of being the master of the "Ben" generation, and his speed in calculating this hexagram was no less than his.

Although his talent in fortune-telling was average, his fortune-telling skills had been honed over thousands of years in a terrifying world full of dangers, and gained through countless life-and-death experiences.

This accumulation of experience is completely incomparable. Zhang Benling in front of him reminded him of what an elder of the clan once said to him.

In the face of absolute talent, hard work and sweat are nothing.

Before he could finish his amazement, Zhang Moyu noticed that a stone on the wall next to Zhang Benshan suddenly moved. He could feel a vigorous vitality behind the stone, and it seemed familiar to him.

Zhang Molan and the others standing behind also noticed it. Several pairs of clear eyes looked over at the same time. The thing behind the stone seemed to pause for a moment, and then a small hole the size of a thumb suddenly sank into the stone.

The creature behind the stone poked out a row of sharp teeth from the hole, then the teeth squirmed, and a piece of stone was silently gnawed off by it, and then swallowed whole.

A small head squeezed out from the slightly larger hole and looked outside.

It was obviously the head of an insect. The visor was smooth and round, like a skeletal mask, with six small black dots on the edge of the eyes. Under the cheeks was an inverted three-lobed mouth that was different from that of ordinary insects, hiding rows of sharp teeth.

The body below the head is white and plump, with three golden curved lines running vertically backwards and close together.

There are three pairs of thoracic legs with barbs at the front end. At this moment, they seem to be frightened by the scene outside and shrink back, and all three pairs of thoracic legs are huddled together.

When Zhang Moyu saw its appearance, he vaguely guessed what it was, but he was a little bit unbelievable.

Is this the golden thread Gu?

Can this thing grow this big?

Thinking of the tiny creatures he had seen in the tribe, the largest of which was only three or four centimeters long, and comparing it with the big fat worm in front of him, which was as thick as an adult man's arm, Zhang Moyu felt that he was still not experienced enough.

As the saying goes, the world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.

If you live long enough, what can you not see?

Also out of curiosity, Zhang Molan, who was very close, reached out and tapped the insect's head, and found that this insect was indeed an ordinary golden thread insect. It must have encountered some opportunity and broke through its limit to grow so big.

It still bears the spiritual imprint of its former owner. Could it be that it was raised by someone in their group in the past, and this little creature sensed their awakening and came over to recognize its master?

Zhang Molan glanced at the people behind him, silently asking who raised the poisonous insect.

Later, Zhang Zhiyi and the others discovered that it was just an ordinary poisonous insect and there was basically no danger. They withdrew their gaze and continued to watch Zhang Benling interpret the gossip in a casual manner, ignoring Zhang Molan.

Only Zhang Benchu ​​stared at the Gu for a while and nodded slightly to Zhang Molan.

He recognized it. This was a poisonous insect he had raised before. However, he himself did not expect that after so many years, the poisonous insect was still alive and seemed to be living a good life.

He remembered that before they were targeted and besieged by that group of people, he had released a carefully cultivated golden thread Gu to get some fresh air at the post station.

Later, several of them were captured and taken away. The other aggressive poisonous insects were killed in the battle, and only this one, which could do nothing but eat metal, was left there.

Those people probably didn't investigate the scene carefully, and let the little guy slip away.

The stripes on each golden thread Gu are different, and with the help of a faint mental induction, Zhang Benchu ​​was sure that this was the one he had raised before.

This kind of poisonous insect has very good teeth and feeds on metal and stone. It can turn the metal it eats into concentrated high-strength metal particles and then pull them out.

Generally speaking, this kind of poisonous insect is only raised by people from the Craftsman Sect. He, a person from the Gua Sect, raises it just for the sake of novelty and to accumulate experience in raising poisonous insects.

When Zhang Benchu ​​was planning to leave later, he would move over and quietly take the little guy away with him. Unexpectedly, the golden thread Gu seemed to be unable to bear it and tentatively stretched out its body again.

The three pairs of thoracic legs scratched in the air, perhaps sensing a familiar aura on Zhang Benshan's body, and bent down to avoid Zhang Molan who was closer to it, and reached out to Zhang Benshan who had a cold face and was standing upright.

Zhang Benshan was concentrating on watching Zhang Benling's mysterious and impressive operation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long white object on his left side slowly reaching towards his shoulder.

Zhang Benshan's eyes widened instantly, and his mind flashed back to the time when he followed his father out to exorcise ghosts and encountered those extremely terrifying white-clothed ghosts.

Although he is upright and has the blood of the Qilin to protect him, what does this have to do with being afraid of ghosts?

At this moment, Zhang Benshan felt as if an electric current suddenly ran from his tailbone to the top of his head. All the hairs on his body stood up, and he subconsciously jumped towards Zhang Qiling beside him.

All his hands and feet were clinging to Zhang Qiling, and at the same time, he let out an extremely miserable howl from his mouth.

"Chief, help me!!!"

When Zhang Qiling heard his voice, he subconsciously tensed up his whole body and drew out the black gold ancient sword to prepare to fight the enemy. However, Zhang Benshan grabbed his body with both hands and feet, and he couldn't move at all.

Being blocked by Zhang Benshan, Zhang Qiling remembered that several clansmen were guarding beside him. If there was any danger, they would probably take action first. Even if it was time to call the police, it would not be the turn of Zhang Benshan, a "minor".

The atmosphere in the corridor was quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Benshan.

Zhang Benshan seemed to realize something and turned his head to look over. He saw a big fat white insect curled up in a hole in the wall, pretending to be dead and not moving.

The others all looked at him with subtle eyes, even his father looked as if he couldn't bear to look at him.

Zhang Benshan felt that the atmosphere at the moment was extremely awkward, giving him the illusion of suffocation.

Pretending to be calm, he got off Zhang Qiling and met his emotionless gaze. Zhang Benshan screamed and howled madly in his heart, but his face instantly suppressed all emotions and turned into a expressionless face.

Reaching out to help him straighten his clothes that were messed up by him, Zhang Benshan pretended nothing had happened and stood quietly by the side.

Daddy once told him that being thick-skinned is a rare virtue.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Although he had long guessed that Zhang Benshan's current appearance might be due to suppressing his nature, Zhang Qiling really didn't expect him to be so jumpy.

Suddenly there was an illusion of innocence.

After taking a closer look at Zhang Benshan a few more times, Zhang Qiling withdrew his gaze, knowing what he had in mind about this person.

At first glance, this child's eyes look fierce, but a closer look reveals that his eyes are clear and nothing can deceive you. In short, he is a fool who appears to be wise.

Thinking back to a dog he had accidentally seen called "Erha", which looked very similar to a wolf, Zhang Qiling silently equated the man and the dog in his mind.

After Zhang Benshan returned to his cool demeanor, the awkward atmosphere in the air seemed to dissipate.

Zhang Benchu ​​stepped forward and first touched the head of the golden thread insect with his hand. Then, he put his fingers on its fangs in the gap of its open mouth, made a small cut, and squeezed a few drops of blood into its mouth.

The golden thread Gu recognized that this was its former master, and rubbed its head against Zhang Benchu's hand in a dependent manner, then stood up and climbed up his arm.