Zhou Qiong waved his hand: "It's okay. Suppressing a golden king is just a piece of cake."
He stared at Su Mu in the field and said calmly: "Su Mu, right? It is true that we, the Dawn Blade, were rude first this time, but... if you hadn't deliberately concealed your realm and were unwilling to hand over the healing potion, this situation wouldn't have happened.
You hit me a little too hard, but don't worry, I'm a reasonable person, if you..."
"You talk too much." Su Mu had an unchanging smile on his face, as if it was carefully carved, giving people the feeling of an exquisite and strange puppet.
"Why bother looking for so many high-sounding excuses? Even if a loser stands on the moral high ground, it still cannot change the fact that he is a loser."
Zhou Qiong's expression slowly turned cold: "Young man, remember to step down when I give you a chance. Don't think that a wounded Saint is someone you can handle."
"Self-knowledge is a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't have it."
"Looking for death!" Zhou Qiong's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to take action, a scent of sandalwood suddenly drifted into the room.
When everyone smelled the scent of sandalwood, their faces changed drastically. They seemed to be petrified and froze in place, unable to move.
"The evil spirit in the temple is here again, don't move!" Chu Ying hurriedly reminded in a low voice.
Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. The evil god in the temple?
The next moment, a figure appeared through the wall like a ghost. It was a man wearing tattered monk's robes, with dark and dry skin, as if all the blood had been drained out.
The most striking thing is that this monk has no head!
The neck area looked like it had been gnawed by some monster. The head was nowhere to be found, the cross section was jagged, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and dried black blood spread from the wound to the chest like a hideous spider web, and coagulated into lumps on the monk's robe.
Where the head should have been, a stick of burning sandalwood was abruptly inserted. The faint flame was bright and dim in the dim room, and wisps of gray-white smoke rose up and slowly diffused in the house.
The sandalwood scent that I smelled before was emitted from the sandalwood on the headless monk's neck.
When Zhou Qiong and others saw the headless monk, they turned pale with fright and even held their breath.
The headless monk seems unable to see or hear, probably because he has no head. His only means of sensing the outside world is the gray-white smoke emitted by the sandalwood.
The smoke was thick, wrapping around everyone like winding snakes, and any movement would cause the smoke to fluctuate.
He walked aimlessly and soon came in front of Gong Cang. Gong Cang looked at the headless monk who was so close to him that he was almost sticking to him. He was so scared that he dared not breathe. He covered the sunken area on his chest tightly, enduring the pain and preventing the blood from dripping.
The headless monk stared at him for a while, then changed his target and walked around the house freely like an emperor inspecting his territory.
Everyone watched his movements nervously, praying in their hearts that he would leave quickly, and no one dared to make a sound.
"Is this the evil god in the temple?" A gentle voice broke the silence.
Everyone's face changed and they looked at Su Mu who was speaking as if they had seen a ghost.
Chu Ying on the side was very anxious and kept signaling Su Mu with her eyes to shut up.
As Su Mu just opened his mouth, the smoke in front of him began to fluctuate slightly.
Swish!
The headless monk came in front of Su Mu in an instant, and the burning sandalwood was facing his eyes.
"I'm a little curious, what would happen if I pulled out this incense stick?"
Everyone's eyes were red with anger, and the expressions on their faces were too rich to describe in words: fear, anxiety, anger...
They looked at each other frantically, telling me not to pull it out!
puff--!
Su Mu gently pulled the sandalwood out from the headless monk's neck, and a small stream of black blood oozed out from where the sandalwood was pulled out.
Immediately, the headless monk's body softened and he collapsed to the ground, as if he was completely dead.
"Oh? He died so easily?" Su Mu was a little surprised.
“Look at what you have done!!” Zhou Qiong was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat someone.
"Do you know what you have done?!" A golden king yelled in anger, "Do you really think we are afraid of this headless monk? Do you think we can't deal with him?
What we are worried about is the rotting Buddha in the temple! If you kill its monks, it will definitely take revenge! It’s over, it’s all over…”
His face suddenly became filled with extreme fear. He could scare the King of Gold into being at a loss as to what to do. One can imagine how terrifying the Rotten Buddha was.
"I'm dead! I'm dead! I will definitely be killed by the Carrion Buddha."
Su Mu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it won't happen."
The Golden King glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense. The captain's injury was caused by the Carrion Buddha. Even the captain couldn't deal with it. Do you think you can handle it?"
Su Mu smiled and shook his head: "You misunderstood, what I meant is that you won't live long enough for the Carrion Buddha to come and kill you, because..."
He took a step forward and walked towards the King of Gold, his right hand hanging naturally, billions of strands of black evil spirit solidified in his palm, and the terrifying black light swallowed up all the light.
"You're going to die now."
Swish!
A black spear formed by evil spirit pierced through the heart of the Golden King and nailed him to the wall.
"Ah!!" A shrill scream rang out, his eyes were bloodshot, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the vitality in his body dissipated in an instant under the destruction of the evil spirit.
The screams also stopped abruptly.
Such a sudden change scared everyone. No one expected that at such a critical moment, Su Mu would actually attack others. Doesn't he worry about the Rotten Buddha at all?
"You are looking for death!" Zhou Qiong was furious. He clenched his five fingers and suddenly a sound of electric current flowing in the void was heard. Then a bolt of lightning flashing with blue light was held in his hand.
He swung his sword violently, and blue lightning struck Su Mu like a divine sword that punished all things.
Su Mu raised his eyes slightly, and countless black snake-like evil spirits were wrapped around his naturally hanging right hand. He waved it lightly, like swatting a fly, and easily dispersed the blue lightning.
Zhou Qiong's pupils suddenly contracted: "You are not the King of Gold! The King of Gold cannot defeat my thunder. Are you also a Saint?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I want to hear you continue to reason. If you can give me a satisfactory answer, maybe... I will spare your life." Su Mu said with a smile.
Zhou Qiong's face turned very ugly. He stared at Su Mu: "Do you really think I can't do anything to you? Even if you are a Saint, so what? You are just the weakest..."
Suddenly, there was a sound of houses collapsing outside, as if some huge monster was moving in the ruins, and wherever it passed, the already fragile ruins collapsed rapidly.
The smell of rotting flesh slowly spread.
(My dear family, I will take a day off tomorrow to update the extra chapter of "Until Death", so please stay tuned.)
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