Zhang Mu was still wondering, but the somewhat eccentric obsidian worm opposite him was already looking a little impatient. The frequency of the small membrane wings behind it flapped faster and faster, as if it felt that even if the prey in front of it was really different from others, it would still take action.

Zhang Mu was also very tired. He was actually regarded as a more interesting prey by a small insect.

But he had no way to start the attack first. After the crazy escape just now, he could no longer recover to his peak state, and his instantaneous burst speed was definitely weaker than that of the insect in front of him, which showed no sign of fatigue at all.

All we can do is wait for it to attack and then take action.

Finally, seeing that Zhang Mu was still standing there motionless like a piece of wood, the obsidian worm rose up a little, raised its tail high, and suddenly dived towards Zhang Mu with its whole body.

Zhang Mu's eyes slowly narrowed. Is he finally going to take action?

Tired of the cat and mouse game?

However, without the support of your companions, who is the cat and who is the mouse between us now?

Zhang Mu tapped the ground with his toes and quickly retreated, using only twice the speed of an adult, luring the obsidian worm not far away.

Sure enough, when the obsidian saw that the prey's speed was twice as slow as before and was about to be caught up by it easily, it let its guard down a bit, flapped its wings even slower, and no longer maintained its strongest attack frequency.

At this moment, Zhang Mu moved his left foot to the side, exerted force on his ankle instantly, and instead of moving forward, he retreated. In the blink of an eye, he jumped high over the body of the obsidian worm, pressed on its little head and jumped onto its shell.

It has to be said that the flying ability of this obsidian worm is really strong. Even if the weight of an adult Zhang Mu was pressed on it, it did not fall to the ground. It seemed to be stimulated and flew at a low altitude and high speed above the street.

It tried hard to throw Zhang Mu off its back, but Zhang Mu had already grasped the gap in its shell with both hands and refused to let go, so it was in vain.

Seeing that his body was stable, Zhang Mu changed to grabbing the shell with one hand, and clenched the other hand into a fist, smashing the exposed head of the obsidian worm with all his strength.

After this punch, the obsidian worm beneath him let out a shrill cry. The head was indeed the most vulnerable part of its body, and Zhang Mu did not dare to hold back at all.

The only weak spot of this flying beetle is its head, but normally normal people cannot touch it.

If it were in the future, Zhang Mu would not dare to go up behind the insect and act so arrogantly. If he dared to do so, he would have been eaten up by other insects. But for some reason, this obsidian insect seemed to be acting alone, so Zhang Mu's only fear disappeared.

Noticing the desperate resistance of the obsidian worm, Zhang Mu simply sneered, and the frequency of his hand movements increased a bit.

Just now

Aren't you still arrogant? Do you know who your prey is now?

Punch after punch, like a violent storm, not giving the insect under him any chance to breathe. The obsidian worm was still struggling, but Zhang Mu stuck to it like a plaster. After the blood splattered from the wound, the obsidian worm finally ran out of strength and fell straight down from the air, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"It was quite durable. It made such a loud noise before dying. It choked me to death."

Zhang Mu coughed a few times, stretched out his shell, and jumped off the back of the obsidian worm.

Just as Zhang Mu raised his Tang sword high and was about to use the blade to pry open the head of the black worm corpse, the black worm corpse suddenly moved. Under Zhang Mu's dumbfounded gaze, it quickly retreated, and it seemed that it wanted to flap its wings and fly away to escape.

How could he pretend to be dead?

Is this the first-order Zerg I know?

Zhang Mu rubbed his eyes, but followed subconsciously. The black worm's retreat speed was not fast, and Zhang Mu quickly caught up with it under his full force. Before it could flutter high, he threw a Tang sword at it, piercing one of the wings of the black worm, causing it to lose balance and fall to the ground again.

Staring at the head of the obsidian worm with great interest, Zhang Mu squatted down and took a closer look.

This bug is quite interesting.

Looking at it this way, this one is indeed a little different from the obsidian he had seen before. There are some dark golden lines dotted on its forehead, but because there are so few of them, it is hard to notice them unless you look carefully.

Zhang Mu went up and patted the insect's head, scaring it so much that its whole body trembled for a while. Its little wings flapped violently for a while and then drooped down weakly.

No matter how special it is, it's still a bug. Solve it first to avoid any more trouble.

Just when Zhang Mu raised his Tang sword to pierce this special obsidian worm, it suddenly moved again. Just when Zhang Mu thought it was still trying to struggle, it suddenly did a move that surprised Zhang Mu.

I saw this obsidian worm constantly knocking its head against the ground, and its pair of small claws were digging the soil hard.

"You admit defeat?"

As if it understood what Zhang Mu said, the little bug nodded its head more frequently.

This time, Zhang Mu was even more at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Can this obsidian understand human language? Is it still surrendering to me?

This was also the first time that Zhang Mu had seen such a thing. Naturally, there were evolvers in later generations who had developed the ability to tame creatures, but he, Zhang Mu, was not one of them. Moreover, this obsidian worm was actually surrendering on its own initiative.

How is that possible?

Zhang Mu felt that what he experienced that day was too unbelievable. Could it be that his future self was too narrow-minded?

"How do you prove that you really want to surrender?"

Not sure if the insect could understand what he said, Zhang Mu tried to ask.

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's words, the obsidian worm suddenly spat out a small mouthful of golden blood. Perhaps because it did not feel the threat, Zhang Mu did not dodge at the first moment. Before he could guard against it, the golden blood spread out in circles on Zhang Mu's exposed arm, and finally flowed to the middle of his forearm, turning into a golden lightning mark.

Then, the obsidian worm seemed to have exhausted all its strength and became very listless. Then suddenly, its entire body shook and created ripples that slowly dissipated.

Boom!

Zhang Mu felt that his mind seemed to be connected with the obsidian in front of him. When he looked at it again, he only felt a sense of intimacy and the ability to control its life and death.

What happened next made Zhang Mu, who had not yet fully digested what had happened, stand there in a daze, motionless.

The huge body of the obsidian worm turned into the size of a palm, and actually turned into a small beetle and flew onto Zhang Mu's shoulder.

"Owner."

Zhang Mu was numb and answered subconsciously, "Are you the beetle?"

"Yes, Master."

"What are you, are you a Zerg?"

"have no idea."

"Where are you from?"

"have no idea."

Well, I know nothing about anything.

Zhang Mu was helpless. He turned his head to look at the cute little beetle on his shoulder and said, "Then why did you surrender to me? What is this mark?"

The beetle hesitated for a moment and replied to Zhang Mu, "Master, the way of surrender is that I saw your kind doing this and thought it was a way of expressing submission to me. Although I ate them later, I hesitated for a moment and felt that it should be useful.

As for that mark, it seems to be an instinct hidden in my body, and there is something about the master that attracts me."

The words of surrender were said in a serious manner, and the amount of information was so complicated that Zhang Mu was overwhelmed.

"Forget it, forget it. You don't have a name yet. So just call me Xiao Hei."

Unexpectedly, the beetle stubbornly replied, “No, Master, I have a name.

My name is Jin Lin."

Zhang Mu waved his hand disdainfully and said, "Golden Scale? Look at you dressed in black. Just call me Xiao Hei. It sounds better."

The Obsidian Worm thought about it with its not-so-high intelligence, and felt that what Zhang Mu said made sense, so it compromised.

"Okay, then Xiao Hei."

"Master, I need to replenish my energy."

Zhang Mu said indifferently, "Eat whatever you want from the things in the backpack. I still have plenty."

When the beetle crawled into the backpack and a series of crisp crunching sounds were heard, Zhang Mu's face turned green and a wailing sound spread throughout the street.

"Xiao Hei, get the hell out here!

Ah! That’s my Yuan Jing!”

(End of this chapter)