Chapter 91
Feng Si is good-looking, but his eyes always have a layer of icy indifference, especially when his extremely pale eyes stare at people, Meng Ming feels as if he has fallen into an ice cave.
Looking at Feng Si's strange attire with calm eyes, and recalling what Feng Si had just said, Meng Ming already had a guess in his mind. He opened his mouth, and a slightly hoarse voice came out of his throat: "A Taoist priest from Xuantian Temple?"
"Not too stupid." Feng Si kicked away the black and gold banner in front of Rong Jing, and then put his own banner in front of him. The golden light exploded like fireworks, turning into countless snakes and hitting Meng Ming directly.
At the same time, he said to the two people standing behind him: "Stay away."
Seeing that Uncle Feng Si didn't seem to want his help, Rong Jing said "oh" obediently, then looked at the white-haired man's back, quickly bent down to pick up the black and gold banner on the ground, and pulled Si Liu back.
After reaching a place that was absolutely safe and would not cause trouble to Feng Si, Rong Jing turned around and was about to speak, but first met Si Liu's straight gaze.
Rong Jing: “…”
He reached out and poked Si Liu's waist, and asked in a quiet tone, "Senior, do you feel that Senior Uncle Feng Si seems to dislike you? That kick was really effective."
Rong Jing was referring to the scene where Feng Si kicked the black gold banner. Si Liu, who had also witnessed this scene, looked away for a moment and said stubbornly, "Really? It must be your illusion."
Rong Jing didn't think it was an illusion.
He even felt that if it weren't for the wrong time and place, his uncle Feng Si's kick should not have hit the black gold banner, but Senior Si Liu's leg, or... well, somewhere else.
Perhaps Rong Jing's eyes were too meaningful, Si Liu grabbed a large leaf that had been kicked up by the fight between Feng Si and Meng Ming, slapped it on Rong Jing's face, and rolled his eyes: "What are you looking at? Go watch your uncle Feng Si show off his might and fight monsters."
Rong Jing took off the leaves on his face and thought that now it was not only Uncle Feng Si who wanted to kick someone, he also wanted to kick Si Liu.
However, this thought quickly dissipated in the fight before him.
If Meng Ming still had some strength left in his fight with Rong Jing, or even felt relaxed, then now when facing Feng Si, the head of Xuantian Temple, he had almost no ability to fight back.
Those strands of golden snakes easily broke through all of Meng Ming's defenses. The dark black barrier created by the whisk was also easily pierced by the snakes and melted bit by bit. Under the unpleasant and pungent smell of burning, Meng Ming's face changed slightly and he took a step back suddenly.
But even a quick reaction is useless.
One of the snakes approached Meng Ming silently and bit his arm.
A stinging pain came instantly, and Meng Ming suddenly raised his hand and shook it twice with great force. But strangely, the snake was not shaken off, but tore off his flesh and blood and swallowed it, and then its body expanded rapidly.
Shock flashed in Meng Ming's eyes: "This..."
But before the shock had completely dissipated, something even more terrifying happened.
The swollen snake split into several parts again, and all of them clung to Meng Ming's exposed skin at an alarming speed. Strands of stinging pain kept coming out. Meng Ming watched helplessly as the snakes grew longer after eating his flesh and blood, while he himself was like a stone, stiff all over, unable to move.
Just a few seconds later, Meng Ming was shocked to find that the flesh and blood on his right arm had been completely eaten away by the snake, and only white bones stained with blood and flesh were left!
"No...how, how could this happen?!"
His face was pale, and the veins on his temples were bulging wildly due to anger and tension, making his whole face look extremely ferocious.
Rong Jing felt that he should try hard to move his body, but he seemed to be stuck to the ground and could not move at all. He could only watch helplessly as the snake devoured more of his body.
It started with the right arm, then moved to the left arm, left leg, and right leg.
In less than a minute, Meng Ming's limbs had turned into snow-white bones.
But the snakes' attack obviously had not stopped. They crawled along the bones all the way to Meng Ming's lower abdomen.
The strange crunching sound of chewing and the increasingly obvious pain caused Meng Ming's throat to emit wails. A strong force came from above his head, as if forcing him to lower his head. When he really lowered his head, he saw his upper body with ribs gradually exposed. The flesh and internal organs were swallowed mouthful by mouthful, and the feeling of nausea surged up like waves in the middle of the night.
Meng Ming opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.
Because he saw one of the snakes actually approaching his heart.
It's going to eat his heart!
Realizing this, Meng Ming's pupils slowly narrowed.
Click.
After taking a bite, Meng Ming, who was originally immersed in astonishment and fear, suddenly seemed to realize something and raised his head abruptly: "No, that's not right! The Taoist priests of Xuantian Temple don't have such insidious methods! It's all fake! It's all fake!"
Our ancestors said that Xuantian Temple is the most righteous sect, and the Taoists inside are all the founder’s favorites, and they will never use such insidious means!
They're all fake!
It was as if the fog in the camphor forest was suddenly torn apart, and everything that really happened was finally exposed before Meng Ming's eyes.
But what Meng Ming could never have imagined was that everything before him was different from what he had imagined.
It was not an illusion or a false appearance fabricated by Feng Si, but the appearance of his whole body being festered, with pieces of flesh and skin peeling off from his body!
In a short while, his body was reduced to a skeleton.
"How, how could it be?"
Hearing Meng Ming's mumbling, Feng Si raised his eyes, his brows cold, and asked, "Who told you that the Taoists in Xuantian Temple don't have insidious means?"
His pale, thin lips slowly curved up in the icy atmosphere, but there was no smile in them.
He said slowly: "What I like most is that the life I hate is worse than death."
…
Rong Jing sat cross-legged on the ground with a leaf under him.
She turned to look at Si Liu, then turned back to look at Feng Si, then looked at Si Liu again. Before she could speak, Si Liu couldn't help but said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't be so shy."
Rong Jing immediately asked, "Does the 'hateful person' that Uncle Feng Si mentioned include you, Senior Si Liu?"
Si Liu: “…”
How presumptuous of you.
When Si Liu didn't say anything, Rong Jing felt that he had seen through something, so he patted Si Liu on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Fortunately, you are dead, so there will be no such terrible thing as living a life worse than death."
Si Liu: “…”
Si Liu opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it. After all, what Rong Jing said didn't seem to be a problem.
In silence, the skeleton belonging to Meng Ming in the distance collapsed with a loud bang. Feng Si stepped forward expressionlessly and crushed the bones with his feet. Then a piece of talisman paper fell, and the broken bones on the ground melted away in an instant.
Not even a trace of Meng Ming's ashes was left.
...It really fits Feng Si's style.
Si Liu touched his nose and wanted to touch Rong Jing's shoulder to tell him that Meng Ming had solved the problem, but before his hand touched him, he saw Feng Si's gaze looking at him. Si Liu looked down at his raised hand, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he put his hand down embarrassedly.
Rong Jing had already gotten up from the ground and ran towards Feng Si with his bright eyes open again: "Uncle Feng Si! Long time no see, I missed you so much!"
With a snap, the young man opened his arms and wrapped them around Feng Si's waist.
The next second, Feng Si lifted him up by the back of his collar. Feng Si lowered his eyes, staring at him with pale eyes, and asked, "How much do you miss me?"
Rong Jing smiled and said, "I really want to."
Feng Si: "How does it compare to your owner?"
Owner?
Xie Changshi?
Rong Jing blinked innocently, thinking to himself, so Uncle Feng Si knew about him and Xie Changshi?
But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem strange that Master Feng Si knew all this. It wasn't that Master Feng Si was good at fortune-telling, but Grandpa Taixu must have explained everything about him to the other masters in the temple.
So, he showed a slightly embarrassed smile on his fair and pretty face, and said honestly, "Well, I still miss him a little more."
Feng Si raised his lips coldly and asked, "Really?"
Rong Jing felt that if he nodded, his head might be crushed in the next second.
He touched his nose and whispered, "Then you have others to think about, but he only has me to think about."
After saying this, Rong Jing suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure following behind him from the corner of his eyes. A ray of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said innocently: "Uncle Master, you see, Senior Si Liu misses you very much."
Si Liu: “……?”
Although what Rong Jing said was true, Si Liu really missed the days when he played and fought with Feng Si. But Si Liu's sixth sense told him that he should not get caught up in the conversation between his uncle and nephew, otherwise he would die without knowing how.
He said decisively: "Who said that? I didn't think at all——"
Before he could finish his words, he saw Feng Si's cold eyes looking at him. The words in Si Liu's throat got stuck, and after a while, he finally said, "Okay, I really miss you."
Bang.
The last syllable of the last word dissipated in the air, and Si Liu's figure was kicked away by Feng Si.
Looking at the perfect parabola in front of him, Rong Jing opened his mouth and then closed it again.
A minute later, he couldn't hold it in and said, "...Senior Si Liu flew so far."
But now it is floating back with a gasp.
On the way back, I picked up a small yellow flower.
…
In the end, Si Liu secretly gave the little yellow flower to Feng Si.
Feng Si walked in front, and Rong Jing followed behind the man like a little brother. Looking at the small yellow flower inserted behind his belt swaying in the wind, the expression on his face became very strange.
He was 100% sure that Uncle Feng Si knew about Senior Si Liu's act of secretly stuffing flowers into his mouth.
But what he didn't expect was that Uncle Feng Si didn't seem to intend to pick the little yellow flowers and throw them away.
Huh.
Rong Jing muttered to himself, took out his phone to take pictures, and sent them to Xie Changshi. His slender white fingers danced on the screen, talking about what happened tonight.
He emphasized the heroic act of his uncle Feng Si who saved his life at the critical moment.
By the way, let me complain about the weird atmosphere between Si Liu and Feng Si.
Xie Changshi leaned in the back seat of Cullinan.
He had actually come with Rong Jing and his group, but his car was parked further away. He wasn't as curious as Nie Liu and Yan Yingyao, and he was worried about causing trouble for Rong Jing, so he parked at a completely safe distance.
At this moment, he lowered his eyes and saw the message sent by Rong Jing. The relief he felt after knowing that Meng Ming had been dealt with suddenly disappeared, and his body became slightly stiff instead.
Among the people from Xuantian Temple, Xie Changshi had only seen Taoist Taixu.
As for Feng Si and the other uncles that Rong Jing often mentioned, he had only heard of them. At this moment, when he suddenly learned that Feng Si had appeared, Xie Changshi actually felt an emotion called "tension" for the first time in a long time.
Would the little zombie's uncle Feng Si be satisfied with him? He wouldn't do such a thing as forcibly breaking up a couple, right?
In the extreme silence, Xie Changshi was not in the mood to understand the strange atmosphere between Si Liu and Feng Si. Instead, he asked Rong Jing: How is Master Feng Si feeling today?
Rong Jing blinked when he received the message.
Why are you asking this suddenly?
Out of curiosity, Rong Jing raised his head, and when his eyes met Feng Si's overly delicate profile, a light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized it. He laughed secretly and asked: Are you nervous because you are going to meet Uncle Master Feng Si?
Rong Jing originally thought that based on Xie Changshi's personality, he would definitely insist on saying no, but the other party quickly sent a single word: Yeah.
Then there was another pitiful emoticon: So little zombie, can you tell me how Master Uncle Fengsi feels?
Rong Jing's heart melted when he saw the expression pack of the cat poking its head out. He immediately said: Don't be afraid, even if Uncle Feng Si is in a bad mood, we still have Senior Si Liu.
Xie Changshi: What’s your relationship with Senior Si Liu?
Rong Jing: Let Uncle Feng Si kick Senior Si Liu a few times, and he will feel better no matter how bad his mood is!
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