The villain boss is not easy to mess with

Chapter 311 Little Master (38)

"No wonder you don't see anyone at night." Tankong said softly, raised his hand to caress Tang Qian's little head, and rubbed her nose twice with his fingertips: "You wait here, poor monk, go and have a look."

Tang Qian shook his head.

"Good boy." Tankong took out a handkerchief from the newly bought cloth bag, spread it on the ground, and then put her on it, and laid out formations around her: "I don't know what it is, stay here first."

Tang Qian had no choice but to agree, she lay on the scarf, her blue eyes looked into the distance.

Tan Kong had already jumped onto the roof at this time, put two fingers in front of his eyes, moved his lips lightly, and saw a golden halo faintly spread out from his eyes.

The pupils turned golden in an instant.

See things like daylight.

He also finally saw clearly what was approaching here.

Those were some people who were crawling on hands and feet, but it was not accurate to say they were people, because they were all dead, and some had even festered and corroded, and the bones inside could be seen.

Their movements were very slow, but their hands and feet moved very far, and because they were dead bodies, their limbs were uncoordinated, so their bodies dragged on the ground, and the surrounding grass rustled under pressure.

This scene is really uncomfortable to watch.

Tan Kong frowned tightly, and the golden color in his eyes gradually disappeared, returning to a cold and calm state.

His gaze was indifferent, without any fluctuations due to the crawling corpses in front of him.

As those things approached, an unpleasant rancid smell spread in the air.

Tang Qian, who was lying on the ground, was soon suffocated by the smell.

She stood up, turned her little head left and right, and realized that something was wrong.

"Don't move around, these poor monks can take care of it, just wait there obediently." Tankong stood on the roof, his white monk robe was blown against his body by the oncoming evening wind.

The boy squinted his eyes.

After making sure that the little guy on the ground would not move, he jumped and landed on an open space a little far away.

The night was eerily quiet, and the cold moon hanging in the sky was hidden in the clouds, blocking the last light.

The appearance of Tan Kong made those crawling corpses pause for a moment, and then, as if smelling the popularity, they all started to head in one direction.

With prey, their speed becomes very fast.

The uncoordinated body tried its best to run over in a crawling posture.

Tankong didn't move at all.

Holding the staff in his hand, he drew a circle around himself, barely enough for one person to stand on.

Those dead bodies arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, scrambling to come up and tear the boy, but no matter what, they couldn't get close.

Whenever he was about to touch it, he was bounced back by a force. If you looked carefully, you could find that Tankong was surrounded by a black barrier.

No matter how these things do, they can't attack him.

Standing inside the barrier, Tankong's gaze was like a speck of ink, and he passed over these things without sadness or joy. When he got closer, he could see clearly. Their eyes were covered with a layer of dark green like moss, and their rotten skin was the same color, with a layer of bumps on it.

After a while, all the dead bodies arrived around Tan Kong, and they surrounded him almost impenetrably.

When it was about the same time, Tan Kong suddenly thrust his staff into the ground, put his hands together in front of his body, and muttered the formula silently. In the dark night, a golden light burst out, spreading like ripples in the water.

(End of this chapter)