"I am the Master!!!"

The old man roared, like an old and angry lion, his teeth were falling open, and his saliva was about to fly to Feng Liang's face.

The old and rotten body was marching like flying. The old man rushed to Feng Liang, and his only left hand grabbed Feng Liang's neck, as if he was carrying a cat, easily lifted Feng Liang from the ground and pressed him on the wall.

Fate was strangled to his throat, Feng Liang's face turned red, he gasped heavily, widened his eyes, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "The girls who are for you to have fun ran away. Don't you plan to catch them back? Mr. Bai?"

He was trying to conquer the waters, distract the old man from the spotlight, and create a chance for himself to escape.

But the old man ignored Feng Liang's tricks, stared straight into Feng Liang's eyes, and said crazy: "In Yabatun, in addition to teaching, there is another job - to regularly help the old men organize the Confucius Temple and prepare various gatherings and offerings. But do you see the shadow of the old men in this village?

Feng Liang coughed and whispered: "No, and I think they shouldn't die..."

"That's right!" The old man sneered, his face closer, and Feng Liang even smelled his decayed breath. "Three years ago, when I was cleaning the Confucius Temple, I accidentally discovered the secret passage under the bed, and from now on...hehe!"

"If you want to talk about how you have changed power over the years and reach the peak of your life, and by the way, talk about your mental journey-" Feng Liang blushed and his forehead began to burst into blue veins. "I suggest you put me down first, so that I can still applaud you."

Of course, the old man would not put Feng Liang down, or even lift Feng Liang higher, with his head almost hitting the low ceiling.

"Yuma Tun has always been a place where rituals are broken and music are broken, and they do not understand books and etiquette!" The old man looked indignant, "They are ignorant, ignorant, not follow rituals, and do not understand literature. They have no awe of the saint's articles, and even do not respect the only teacher in the village!"

After coughing, Feng Liang said, "I guess the last reason is what really makes you unhappy..."

"No!" the old man roared, trying to slap Feng Liang in the face, but because he lacked his right hand, he slapped a pool of dark red and black blood on Feng Liang's face.

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, Feng Liang turned his head in disgust and muttered: "It's really a bloody spit..."

"These unruly people! They need redemption, and someone needs to tell them what the teachings of saints are, what kind of etiquette, righteousness and integrity are!" The old man spoke righteously and used his right wrist without a palm to straighten Feng Liang's face, forcing the other party to look straight in his eyes.

"Can a big bullfrog and her children who don't have eyes educate the people, make people respect the Master, respect etiquette and righteousness?" Feng Liang and the old man looked at each other and smiled sarcastically, "You are such a big logician!"

The old man felt no shame at all and said proudly: "Of course not! But in the face of threats, they can know that they should be respected, respect the saints, and beg for protection!"

"The Master in the school is like a shaggy!" Feng Liang retorted, "People still do not respect the saints, but become increasingly ignorant, giving their daughters a moment of peace! You are not trying to spread the saint's words at all, but just establishing your dominance with the hands of monsters, enjoying themselves on the pile of human bones, and becoming your local emperor!!"

"I don't!!!"

The old man roared, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and the purple-red color on his face became more and more obvious. He pinched Feng Liang's throat, and seemed to be really angry. He no longer defended his crimes. He just kept increasing the strength in his hands and wanted to strangle Feng Liang to death.

"Ha, do you know? Old man?" Feng Liang sneered, his voice hoarse, but his eyes were not afraid. "You are now looking like a defeat."

The old man was stunned and suddenly felt something long and hard on his jaw.

He looked down and saw it was a silver-white barrel.

"There's another shot." A ruthless light flashed in Feng Liang's eyes, "I'll give it to you!"

"Bang--"

The gunshots rang out, but no fire lit up - the muzzle of the blue rose was almost pushed into the old man's flesh by Feng Liang.

The old man's celestial cover was lifted open, and black blood mixed with his brain gushed out.

His face was covered with black blood. Feng Liang squinted his eyes and looked at the fragmented head in front of him. He inexplicably thought of a word - "revelation".

The hand that strangled his throat loosened weakly, Feng Liang fell to the ground, and his calves, which were missing a large piece of flesh, were hit, which immediately made him feel a piercing pain.

"Hiss-" Take a breath of cold air, and use both hands to support it and turn over. Feng Liang looked at the old man's falling corpse, his eyes full of pleasure.

Then Billy got up from the corner of the wall, picked up half a shovel on the ground, rushed to the old man's body, whipped the corpse with a sharp shovel to vent his anger, and cursed: "You are worthy of fighting with our boss?! Overestimating one's own ability! Death, die, die!"

The girl who was sewn on her mouth rushed to Feng Liang and wanted to observe the wound on his leg, but was frightened by his bloody calves. She was at a loss and could only grab Feng Liang's wrist and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"

"I'm still young and can't die." Feng Liang smiled and sat up with the help of the girl, "Follow me, the mute can't accommodate you, but there are still some places in me."

The girl blinked and tilted her head in confusion: "Where to go?"

"Well..." Feng Liang was not sure what to explain, so he could only say in a general way: "Another world."

"I don't want to die yet!" The girl screamed, let go of Feng Liang's wrist and looked at him vigilantly.

"It's not the other world you think, but...but..." Feng Liang gestured clumsily, not knowing how to explain the concept of "plane" to an illiterate little girl.

Fortunately, Billy came out at the right time to rescue Feng Liang: "Boss! Robbery!!!"

Feng Liang looked at Billy, the little puppet excitedly holding a twisted and deformed head. Judging from the bloody marks on the neck of the head, Billy should have chopped off the old man's head with a shovel.

"Take it away!" Feng Liang shouted dissatisfiedly: "Why are you using such a thing? It's so disgusting!"

"Cut down his head and kick it for you as a ball!" Billy didn't think anything was wrong with his behavior. "I learned it when you watched the TV series yesterday! Isn't this your custom?"

The girl looked at Feng Liang even more frightened, as if he was a barbarian who ate raw meat and drank blood.

Feng Liang felt unreasonable: "I...I don't know what a fucking original family you have, but I will never cut other people's balls off and kick them... Bah! I will never cut other people's heads off and kick them! Do you understand? Idiot!"

"Bang!"

Billy shot the old man's head and flew out, walked through the door of the cell, and smashed it on the wall outside, with black blood staining the wall.

"Yo roar!" The puppet raised his arms and cheered, showing off to Feng Liang excitedly: "The ball is in!"

“…”

Feng Liang felt dizzy - half because of excessive blood loss, and half because of Billy's anger.

Billy didn't notice the tragic fate he was about to face. He walked past the old man's body and trotted out of the cell, remembering to pick up the ball: "Boss! Let's solo! Do you want to be a goalkeeper or a forward? In our plane, all the people in the Celestial Empire can be good at Cuju!"

"Not in our plane." Feng Liang shrugged, "If it's table tennis, we might be able to... wait! Who wants to be solo with you, your soul is fading! I'm missing half of my legs!"

Billy held his beloved "ball" and ran back to Feng Liang with interest, saying in a sharp voice: "It's okay! Boss! We can still..."

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

But this time, it was not the old man's head who was volleyed, but Billy's thin body.

Feng Liang watched Billy get flew out and smashed into the iron cage.

In front of him, the old man's body sat up straight, and the bloody wounds rolled around his empty neck, as if something was about to grow out of it?

Amid Feng Liang and the girl's horrified eyes, a sound of flesh and blood squirming sounded.

From the broken corner of the old man's neck, a thing as thick as his neck, which is more than one meter long, like an octopus tentacle!

The tentacles were long and flexible, swaying and rolling, covered with shiny black scales. Feng Liang could even see the two rows of tiny suction cups above, one by one, one by one, and could not wait to strangle something to death.

The old man's body was clumsy and stiff, and he took slow steps. A painted black octopus tentacle also grew from the broken wrist.

[Warning! Warning! A highly valuable storage sample was detected, and the researcher asked to contain it immediately at all costs!]

"Helping?!" Feng Liang yelled, wishing to pull out his assistant and beat him up, "I'll take him away? Do you think he'll run into the shelter?!"

The assistant ignored Feng Liang's dissatisfaction and said to himself [Please be sure to contain him! At all costs!]

"Even if there is a price to rebuild the empire, I can't afford it!" Feng Liang said.

Because of the leg injury, he was unable to move forward at this time and could only call on his puppet, trying to help the other party.

Billy did not respond to his request for help as he wished, lying in the corner, wailing endlessly.

Where does a puppet feel pain come from? Feng Liang knew that this guy was a craftsman and wanted to be killed. He could take the opportunity to restore his freedom and get rid of Feng Liang's control.

"Damn it!" Feng Liang cursed inwardly, but at this moment he didn't care about settle accounts with this puppet.

The twisted body with tentacles growing on his neck was approaching Feng Liang step by step. Feng Liang looked at the dense suction cups on his tentacles and suddenly felt a dizzy and dizzy.

The wound on his leg made Feng Liang unable to even get up. The blue rose without bullets had turned into a scrap iron. The only thing that could protect him was the folding knife.

Feng Liang pulled out the knife, shook his dizzy head, and whispered: "Little girl, go quickly!"

The girl beside her was stunned for a moment, then stood up without hesitation, and took the opportunity to escape from the dungeon.

It's too decisive! Generally speaking, you shouldn't be polite for a while and stage a bitter scene like "No! I won't leave you alone"?

Feng Liang smiled bitterly, but said a few words in his heart, not taking it to heart - this girl has no feelings for herself, and she is not as leisurely as Rao Xiaoxiao. Only Rao Xiaoxiao's strength can have the leisure to be with her side and stage a scene drama of living and dying together.

The old man took stiff steps and pressed step by step.

Feng Liang supported his body, leaned against the wall, and raised the ridiculous folding knife in his hand.

He suddenly realized that if it weren't for the mysterious sponsorship, Rao Xiaoxiao, who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, he might have died long ago at the hands of his disciple or a scarred man.
Chapter completed!