Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Zhou He spoke softly.

But he knew that Grandpa Zhang Gong could hear him clearly.

The connection between the work of the gods and God is far deeper than it appears on the surface.

For example, right now.

Zhou He could clearly feel that he was missing an eye, and the pain tore at the nerves near his eye socket, causing Grandpa Zhang Gong behind him to feel angry as well.

He seemed to be anticipating the command to attack.

It is an instruction, not a plea.

Grandpa Zhang Gong seemed different from the other gods he had met before; unlike Grandpa Tao Chuan, he did not treat Qiu God as a consumable or a reserve of food.

I don't need to be like Miss Tian, ​​bowing and scraping before God.

Zhou He was unaware that this was due to the special circumstances of Grandpa Zhang Gong.

Or perhaps it's due to my own unique characteristics...

Or perhaps...

It's because of Young Master Zhou's special nature.

After all, the Zhou family had prepared this divination practice and the travel permit for him.

When he went out with the road pass, he did not kowtow and worship the gods like the Bao brothers he had eaten with before.

Instead, Grandpa Zhang Gong appeared on his own.

Due to insufficient information, Zhou He could not analyze any conclusions and had to put this conjecture aside for the time being.

Grandpa Zhang Gong's power far exceeded his imagination. With him protecting him, he should be able to leave Jincheng as planned and see the true nature of this world.

Go find the secrets hidden on the other side of this world.

However, Zhou He also kept a watchful eye on things—after all, he knew very well that he was just a soul with a human body and flesh inside.

It is not acceptable to this world, and besides, Young Master Zhou is still inside his body.

So, can Grandpa Zhang Gong be used? Yes, he can, and he should be used properly.

But while using it, Zhou He also knew that he had to find a way to find the power that truly belonged to him.

Take, for example, the butcher trade.

And this porter in front of me represents the profession of cart driver!

"Grandpa Zhang Gong, slow down."

As Zhou He spoke, the old man carrying the rickshaw was still kowtowing on the spot.

With his buttocks sticking out, he lay prone on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud thud.

His white clothes were stained with yellow dust, and his face was covered in dirt and tears.

The former image of a noble young man has long since vanished.

He looked extremely disheveled, like a stray dog ​​begging for survival.

Grandpa Zhang Gong stretched out a hand.

Two wisps of green smoke condensed into thick, pestle-like fingers, which slowly pressed down on the back of the porter. The immense force pressed down on the porter, causing him to lie flat on the ground like a toad, his hands and feet positioned correctly.

Grandpa Zhang Gong also stretched out his other hand.

Seemingly hesitant, he gestured with his finger in the air, as if choosing something.

No one in the entire arena dared to disturb him.

Until he seemed to have finally made up his mind, he slowly moved his fingers closer to the old man carrying the load, pressed down on the other man's right shoulder blade, and gently pressed down.

Bone crushing can be done silently!

Even the old man carrying the load dared not make a sound.

He gritted his teeth and waited for his shoulder blade to be crushed, the bone fragments and flesh pulp mixed together, wrapped under the white sleeve.

With a muffled groan, the porter trembled all over, his body drenched in sweat, his chin pressed firmly against the ground.

Once he felt the large, smoky hand move away slightly, he hurriedly spoke again, his voice trembling:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, spare me!"

They didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting or escaping.

The large, green hand hovered in the air for a while before choosing the other arm of the old man carrying the load.

This time, we'll start with the wrist.

Little by little, like a gentle caress, it moves upwards inch by inch...

Wrist, forearm, elbow, then upper arm, and finally shoulder blade.

Similarly, there was no sound.

Only the fingerprints on the ground left pits, and inside the pits were the limbs of the old man, wrapped in the white sleeves of his robe, as if they were made of mud.

Silence reigned.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

Finally, the old man carrying the load couldn't bear the pain any longer and started swinging his legs, looking like he was about to struggle.

Grandpa Zhang's hand remained suspended in mid-air.

"grandfather......"

The old man's voice grew weaker and weaker.

This time, Grandpa Zhang Gong didn't rush to continue, and even lifted the hand that was pressing down on him.

They seemed to be enjoying his struggle.

"Grandpa... he cleared a path through the mountains!"

Suddenly, the old man carrying the saddle mustered his strength, gritted his teeth and shouted. He stood up straight, and the carved saddle he had been pressing down on seemed to be making a desperate gamble. With a "whoosh," a dozen or so thin wooden legs emerged.

Without the slightest hesitation, almost instantly, the saddle on his horse, carrying the packhorse, flashed by and arrived at the intersection blocked by Qian Wansun.

A giant tree blocked the road at the intersection. Qian Wansun's Ghost Head Nine-Ringed Saber had long since stopped waving. When he saw the porter rushing over, he was momentarily stunned.

"Closing the road by cutting off the mountain!"

Qian Wansun unleashed his technique, slashing down at the porter with his sword.

The immense force that cut through the mountain and blocked the road struck the porter, splitting him and his saddle in two almost instantly.

It even left a knife mark several meters deep on the ground.

But Qian Wansun showed no joy; on the contrary, his expression turned ugly.

The feel of that knife just now was off!

What I slashed was just an afterimage created by the opponent's excessive speed.

"A roadblock!"

Qian Wansun shouted, and a striped tiger leaped down from mid-air, its blood-red mouth opening wide to bite the porter and the saddle beneath him.

A sudden gust of foul wind rushed out.

The tiger's white teeth clashed together.

However, the old man with the hunchback had already run away from the mine.

Qian Wansun gritted his teeth, his face clearly showing anger:

"Damn it, we messed up. This bastard isn't a fourth-level scout, he's a fifth-level 'local tyrant'!"

Their haircutting skills are indeed restrained from those of a cart driver.

But it depends on the level.

With the combination of blocking the way and planting a big tree, the four gatekeepers should be able to hold off the enemy for quite some time.

But if it's a five-gate-level local god, he'll run away no matter what, no matter what.

While "cutting off the road and clearing the mountain" could restrain him, the opponent's "opening the road through the mountain" wasn't entirely impossible for him to escape.

Just like an ordinary person encountering a highway robbery, losing all their goods and forcing their way through on a fine horse, even the best trap is useless.

After all, the business of highway robbery is about ruling the mountains, not about chasing and killing.

......

Cold sweat poured down the old man's face, making his already fair complexion appear even paler.

But with the yellow earth covered in snot and tears, you couldn't really tell anything.

Most of his teeth had already been chewed to pieces.

He already had botulinum toxin in his body, and now he risked using the Five-Level Technique, causing the objects on his body to be unable to suppress the power of the botulinum toxin, and granulation tissue kept sprouting on his face and body.

Even on the saddle and the four legs of the saddle, long and short buds of flesh kept sprouting.

In the wind stirred up by the high-speed speed.

The granulation tissue kept twitching.

It looks more like an octopus with hundreds of short tentacles.

Having traveled the world for many years, Master Tuozi had actually eaten that stuff by the sea.