I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 45 Follow the rope...

"Boom!!"

A huge crash sounded, and immediately after, Zhang Jun felt his body sink, and he fell to his knees as if he had completely lost control of his legs.

Three huge incense candles were inserted into his body. Each incense candle was as thick as two people hugging each other.

What's even weirder is that there are words on every incense candle.

May you be blessed with good fortune, wealth, longevity and peace.

Marriage and descendants last for generations.

Sickness, pain, and calamity are not permanent.

Three incense candles were pressed against his body. Even though he had taken Dali Pills and put his hands on the ground several times, he still couldn't stand up.

"Hahaha."

Seeing Zhang Jun still struggling, the old man burst into laughter: "This is called Tai Sui Xiang. What is pressing on you is your life's luck. How can you fight against your own luck with all your brute strength?"

Zhang Jun secretly thought something was wrong. He didn't expect this old man's methods to be so weird.

"Honestly, who taught you behind your back!"

After seeing that Zhang Jun was under control, the old man was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he wanted to find out who was helping him behind the scenes.

"I can't understand what you said."

"You are a tough talker. Your parents knelt on the ground and begged me. I was kind enough to let you live until now, but I can only let you live until this year. Ordinarily, by this time, you should have been terminally ill and incurable."

When the old man talked about what happened back then, he felt deep regret in his heart. He regretted that he had been too kind in the past, knowing that it would leave consequences, but because he took one more look at the infant Zhang Jun, and his parents He begged hard and finally felt compassion.

"My parents beg you?"

Zhang Jun raised his head in surprise.

"Humph, if they hadn't begged so hard, do you think you could survive until now!"

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Jun felt a little uncomfortable: "Since they can't bear it, why do they have to take my life to bury a living person in the grave?"

"You even know about the living tomb. It seems that there is someone behind you. Who is it? Who is helping you."

Zhang Jun's life was already in the old man's hands, and now he was more concerned about who was helping him.

To break someone else's game, according to the Feng Shui master's rules, you will fight to the death.

His life is not important, but the other party knows that if Zhang Jun does not die, his whole family will die, and he still wants to help. He can't let the matter end like this.

After killing Zhang Jun, he would personally come to ask for an explanation.

"If I say that no one is helping me, would you believe it?" Zhang Jun raised his head and looked in the direction where the old man was hiding, trying to twist his body and slowly move his hands into his pockets.

The old man turned his back to Zhang Jun and leaned against the wall, not noticing Zhang Jun's little movements at all.

In other words, he didn't need to pay attention. He only needed to play with the paper man in front of him to control the boy's life and death.

After hearing Zhang Jun's words, the old man's face darkened: "It seems that if I don't give you a taste of my power, you don't know how powerful I am."

As he spoke, the old man took out a lighter and slowly placed it on top of the paper man to bake.

"what!!"

When the three incense candles were burned by the old man, Zhang Jun immediately felt as if his whole body was on fire. The faster the incense burned, the more painful Zhang Jun was.

After a moment, the old man put down his hand and said, "How about it? Just say it or not."

"Say... I said..."

Zhang Jun knelt on the ground and trembled: "I don't know who he is, I only know that he has a phone number."

When the old man heard this, he immediately became energetic. He limped out of the corner, holding the paper figure in one hand. When he walked to Zhang Jun, he said, "Take out the phone."

Zhang Jun lowered his head and slowly took out his mobile phone.

"Call him." The old man had no intention of answering the phone and still stood two or three meters away in front of Zhang Jun.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun could only dial Lao Dao's phone number and turned on the speakerphone.

"Buzz...buzz..."

"You brat, what kind of trouble did you get into in the middle of the night?"

An experienced and lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, and it sounded like he had just woken up.

Zhang Jun said nothing, just looked up at the old man.

"Hey hey hey, you are a member of the circle or an outsider, how dare you come to ruin my good deeds!" The old man squatted down and said into the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then the old Taoist said impatiently: "Who are you? Don't talk to me about jargon, I don't understand the Taoist."

The old man was stunned, and his face immediately fell: "You broke the rules, we will never settle this debt."

"What rules?"

"The rules of Feng Shui." The old man shouted angrily.

"Oh, do you have a certificate?" the old Taoist asked abruptly.

This question was incomprehensible, and the old man was stunned for a moment: "Certificate? What certificate?" There was a burst of laughter on the phone, followed by a series of questions: "Taoist Association Certificate, Maoshan Transmission Certificate, Zhengyi Transmission Certificate Certificate, Yixue Training Industry Qualification Certificate.”

The old man was confused by this series of questions, and immediately said angrily: "I'm not a Taoist priest, what do I need these certificates for?"

"You don't even have a certificate? Then you are a charlatan, a scum who deceives people and money. Don't call me again, or I will call the police and arrest you!"

After saying that, Lao Dao actually hung up the phone directly.

Suddenly, the air in the hall was eerily silent.

Zhang Jun looked at the old man's twisted face and couldn't help but ask: "How about I hit him again?"

"Call back!"

The old man urged through gritted teeth.

Zhang Jun called again.

Just waiting for the call to be connected, the old man snatched the phone from Zhang Jun's hand and yelled: "Who do you think you are? When I was wandering around, you were still digging in the mud. Just wait until I kill this little brat." , I will make your whole family suffer a terrible death."

"Oh!"

Unexpectedly, the old man on the phone was not angry, he just responded calmly, and then responded in a playful manner: "It turns out to be Ye Maoshan."

The so-called Ye Maoshan means that its ancestors have received some teachings from Maoshan Taoism, but they are not in the sect and do not have the orthodox inheritance. In the world, they may claim that their ancestors are descendants of a certain Taoist school. However, in the eyes of orthodox Taoists, these people Just trash fish.

With a strong sense of contempt.

The lethality is comparable to greeting your ancestors.

The old man also reacted, but before he could curse, the old man hung up the phone ruthlessly again.

When he hung up, he heard the old Taoist saying to himself: "A Yemaoshan is worthy of settling accounts with me. It's so funny..."

At that moment, the old man was furious. He was holding the hung up phone and mouthing all kinds of greetings.

Immediately he looked at Zhang Jun with red eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't know where this old man came from. He even cheated me out of 10 yuan."

The old man sneered and was about to say something when the cell phone in his hand suddenly rang. It was a call from the old man.

Seeing this, the old man pressed the answer button and heard an experienced voice coming from the phone: "I forgot to mention it just now, brat. You will follow the rope later on the way. If anyone calls you, just ignore them. Wait until you get it." If you have something, I’ll come pick you up.”

"Did you drink fake wine? Why can't I understand a sentence??"

"It's okay. You'll understand after you die. I won't say any more. I have something else to do. I just called the police for you. The police will be here soon. I'll hang up."

"Beep...beep..."

Zhang Jun was stunned for a few seconds. Good guy, let alone the old man, he even wanted to curse.

At this time, a piercing siren sounded outside.

When the old man saw this, he frowned and dropped his phone on the ground: "Boy, remember to keep your eyes open in the next life."

As he spoke, the old man crumpled the paper man into a ball, preparing to kill Zhang Jun first and then leave as soon as possible.

Seeing that the old man was about to take action, Zhang Jun quickly put the curse-breaking charm he had hidden in his hand on his chest.

The light yellow talisman flashed on Zhang Jun's chest, and the paper figurine in the old man's hand exploded with a bang. The huge force even broke one of his fingers.

Zhang Jun felt his whole body light up and finally broke free from the restraints. He immediately got up and punched the old man in front of the door.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun could break his own spell. The old man immediately covered his face with one hand and blocked the punch firmly.

Unexpectedly, the punch was so powerful that his arms could not block it. Half of the old man's face became loose, and he kicked Zhang Jun away with his right leg.

"court death!!"

His palm, which was already bloody, slapped Zhang Jun.

His palm seemed to be inflated in an instant, suddenly growing in size, and when he was photographed, the air made a harsh explosion sound.

Zhang Juncai stood firm when he was slapped directly on the chest. In an instant, his body flew out like a kite with broken strings.

He fell heavily to the ground, and felt his eyes go black for a while, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't even take a breath. In a daze, he saw the old man rushing towards him, but he was helpless.

Are you going to die?

As he watched the old man pat down his Tianling Cap with one hand, he suddenly heard Fatty Li's shout.

"Old man, I fucked your ancestors!!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw a dark shadow leap directly over his head and hit the old man directly.

Zhang Jun wanted to raise his head to see what was going on, but he couldn't use any strength in his body.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and he could only hear the sound of disorganized footsteps and the old man's laughter, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a deserted mountain and forest.

"I am..."

Zhang Jun's face was confused, he didn't know what his situation was now, but when he looked up, he saw the red shining ropes on the tree, and suddenly he remembered what the veteran said just now, follow the ropes...

(End of this chapter)