Douluo Zhang San's counterattack life

Of course, the only one who finally arrived at the stable was Zhang San, or rather the "Master Butler" disguised by Zhang San.

Since Zhang San saw no one else around along the way, and the man in black robe was walking arrogantly in front of him without any intention of being defensive, Zhang San chose to give this guy a knife at a hidden corner and cut him off. He was knocked unconscious.

Zhang San took off the other party's mask and found that he was a dark and thin middle-aged man with three-dimensional facial features and a high nose. His appearance was very similar to that of the people of the Xingluo Empire, a large country in the west.

This man in black robe has strong soul power fluctuations, and he should be at least a fourth-ring soul sect.

However, this could not stop the well-prepared Zhang San from directly attacking the target without any martial arts skills and without any defense.

However, the physical strength of the Soul Sect is higher than that of ordinary people. Zhang San does not have the blessing of the Ghost Dragon Spirit, and the power of the attack is also weak. After being given a hand knife, the black-robed man did not fall into it. He was in a completely comatose state, only fainted briefly, and soon regained consciousness.

"You, what are you going to do?"

When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Zhang San taking off his clothes, and he suddenly showed a panic expression.

Of course, this is not because the deacon of the Rakshasa Cult is timid. The main reason is that after you were knocked unconscious by someone with a stick while walking on the road at night, and you opened your eyes and saw a burly man taking off your clothes seriously, you also Panic.

"Uh?"

In fact, Zhang San is more panicked than the other party. The other party is also a soul sect of more than 40 levels, and he is a quasi-great soul master of level [-]. Even if Zhang San has rich fighting experience, the challenge of leapfrogging is very vain, not to mention now. He was in the enemy camp and had no chance to fight this guy.

Moreover, Zhang San is still in disguise. If he wants to use the Ghost Dragon Spirit, he can only remove the disguise. However, the disguise of the Thousand-Change Mask cannot be solved easily. Zhang San must be given at least two to three minutes to change. , so Zhang San, who is currently using the Thousand Transformations Mask, only has level 3 soul power. He has neither the blessing of soul skills nor the physical strengthening effect of the beast spirit, which is extremely weak.

If he really takes action, he is indeed no match for the Rakshasa cultist in front of him.

So I have to use clever tactics.

Noticing that this man was still confused and unresponsive, Zhang San immediately grabbed the other man's shoulders and said lovingly:

"Actually, I have been admiring you for a long time, sir. I salivate every day... I wonder if I can make my wish come true today?"

Then he pursed his plump lips and kissed the other person.

"Ah?! You, you don't want to go through... ugh!"

The unlucky deacon originally wanted to concentrate on mobilizing his soul power and activate his martial soul to fight back, but when he saw this scene, he was so frightened that he lost his mind and urinated. The soul power he had just mobilized was all gone. At the same time, his hands hurriedly tried to kiss the girl who wanted to kiss him. The sturdy man pushed him away.

However, Zhang San seized this opportunity. When the other party was confused and raised his hands to open the door wide, Zhang San directly wrapped his elbow around the man's neck, and then hit him hard when the other party had no reaction at all. screw.

Just hearing the "crackling" sound of the joints, the unlucky man rolled his eyes in panic and passed out.

After confirming that the soul sect had lost consciousness and would not wake up for a while, Zhang San wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, I succeeded in betraying the "male sexist" here, otherwise I might have been dead just now.

Next, Zhang San repeated his old trick. He first took off all the clothes of the black-robed deacon, leaving a pair of dignified underwear for him, then tied him up with a rope, stuffed a cloth strip into his mouth, and then carried him Go under a broken wheelbarrow and cover it with thatch.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the soul seal on Zhang San's left hand glowed, and the black and white mask appeared on Zhang San's face, and the mask changed its style again. After a while, it turned into a mean-looking middle-aged man. At the same time, Zhang San's bones also began to crackle, and his entire body shape changed again.

After a while, Zhang San completely transformed into the black-robed deacon.

Then he took off all the guard's clothes, put on the black robe, put on the mask, straightened his clothes, and then continued to the stable after making sure there was nothing wrong.

"Hello, Deacon!"

As soon as Zhang San arrived at the stable, he saw a group of people carrying some large boxes in the open space of the stable. And as soon as he appeared, someone saluted him. Zhang San lowered his head and saw that the other person was also a man in black robes, but his clothes were The style of the robe was inferior to his own, so he naturally put on airs. He held his head high and imitated the tone of the unlucky deacon and said:

"How are things going?"

Of course Zhang San didn't know what these people were busy with, but as long as he asked, these subordinates would naturally report to him.

"The ordered ritual vessels and sacrifices have basically been delivered."

The man in black robe said to him respectfully:

"There is still a shortage of manpower, and the progress is a bit slow. I wonder if you have brought anyone with you..."

"Short of manpower? If we're short of manpower, work harder! If you delay the ceremony, I'll settle the score with you!"

ha!Why are the coolies hired by the deacon just showing off in front of you?

Zhang San grinned under the mask. He didn't look at the Rakshasa cultist who was stunned on the spot. He flicked his sleeves and wandered around the entire stable.

It is indeed much more refreshing to be an official.

Zhang San glanced at the busy black robes and ordinary migrant workers, and then looked at himself who was leisurely and able to give them instructions, and his heart was suddenly filled with joy.

At the same time, Zhang San secretly thought:

Those who are obsessed with power also want the pleasure of being in charge of everything and being superior to others, right?

Of course, the deacon played by Zhang San is only a low-level clergyman, otherwise he would not be on the front line to supervise the work.

And if I want to leave here smoothly, I must at least find a way to get the identity of a priest, but I don't know if it will be that smooth.

After thinking about it, Zhang San had already arrived at the door of the stable. The migrant worker who was moving hay at the door of the stable immediately put down his work and saluted Zhang San and asked:

"Master Deacon! What can I do for you?"

Zhang San nodded and said:

"Well, you guys keep busy, and I'll come in and take a look."

"Oh! Okay, please come in."

The migrant worker pushed open the stable door and let Zhang San in.

Zhang San relied on his disguise ability to swagger into the interior of the stable area where a large number of Rakshasa cult members were active, and had time to explore inside.

"It's really strange. Are they really all horses here?"

Zhang San looked around and found that every fence compartment was filled with tall, fat and strong horses. There was no possibility of raising wild-footed beasts here.

Since there was no one else in the stable, Zhang San's posture was more relaxed. He walked along leisurely and finally saw a tall and strong horse in a compartment with obviously more high-end decoration. white horse.