The fighting in the house continues
The fat monk didn’t want to leave, nor did he think of calling anyone.
The tiger demon had been starved for a long time and had drawn a lot of blood. His strength was greatly reduced. He originally wanted to rely on his own cultivation to subdue the tiger demon first.
The fat monk had just arrived. If anyone knew that he had made a mistake and allowed the tiger demon to break free from its chains, he would definitely be held accountable and scolded.
Therefore, it is the best way to subdue the tiger demon without alerting others.
But as he continued to fight, the fat monk realized that if he continued to fight, let alone subdue the tiger monster, it would be good if he did not fall into the tiger’s mouth.
This tiger demon was much stronger than he thought.
The fat monk had doubts in his heart.
This tiger demon has been hungry for so long, why is his blood energy still so strong? After fighting for a few more rounds, the tiger demon not only showed no signs of fatigue, but became more and more fierce. The fat monk suddenly realized: “That’s not right!”
“Someone fed the tiger demon!”
The fat monk’s heart trembled. Who on earth fed the tiger demon under his nose? After thinking for a moment, the fat monk felt a chill rising.
He remembered the pastries that had disappeared from the dining room, and the dried meat that had disappeared.
After stealing cakes, feeding the tiger demon, and untying the chain.
And this person cannot be seen by himself!
Is it a brilliant stealth technique? The fat monk glanced at the demon-binding chain from the corner of his eye, and his heart beat wildly.
When he entered the house, he took a look at the chain. It was still in good condition at that time. In just a moment, it was untied.
But he didn’t notice it at all.
This proves that this invisible monk has extremely profound cultivation, unfathomable spiritual knowledge, and elusive methods.
And at this moment, this terrifying monk is in this room!
Perhaps he was watching him fight with the tiger demon with a joking expression.
The fat monk broke into a cold sweat.
Gotta run!
If you don’t run, you’re dead!
The fat monk made a quick decision, dodged one of the tiger demon’s sharp claws, retreated, and ran towards the door.
But it’s too late.
The ink painting on the corner had already stretched out its evil little hand and gave him a gentle shake.
The spiritual power gathered instantly and formed several chains, binding him layer by layer, completely trapping him in place! The fat monk suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face turned pale.
What kind of spell is this? !
What the hell kind of magic is this? !
Before he could think about it, the tiger demon had already pounced on him and bit his shoulder.
The fat monk tried his best to break free and wanted to continue running towards the door.
But the second water prison technique locked him again, and he couldn’t move at all.
The tiger demon opened its mouth again and bit his neck directly.
The fat monk knew that he was going to die.
Strong enemies are waiting in the dark, tigers are fighting in the open, but at this moment, I have entered the tiger’s mouth.
In this life, he has been cheating on others, and this is the first time that he has been cheated on by others.
But just this once, his life was lost.
He rolled his neck sluggishly and looked at the corner of the room, wondering who had tricked him.
But the corner was empty, not a soul in sight.
He knew the man was there, but he just couldn’t see it.
The fat monk vomited out a mouthful of blood and breathed his last with no peace of mind.
Until his death, he had no idea whose hands he had fallen into, or what the person who had tricked him to death looked like.
The tiger demon killed the fat monk, and then bit him a few more times. After confirming that the fat monk was completely dead, he left him aside with a look that seemed a little disgusting.
Not only did the tiger demon not eat the fat monk’s flesh, it even vomited out the fat monk’s blood in its mouth.
The ink painting looks novel.
This big tiger doesn’t eat people? Do you think the fat monk is unpalatable, or do you think he has a bad heart and therefore the meat is not clean? Mo Hua thought about it and didn’t understand, so he just ignored it. Business was more important.
He concealed his figure, walked up to the fat monk, opened his storage bag, and took out the jade pendant given to him by Kong Sheng.
In order to avoid being discovered by others, Mo Hua did not take other things.
Only Kong Sheng and the fat monk knew about this jade pendant. Even if the ink painting was taken, no one would know about it.
Mo Hua put the jade pendant into his storage bag.
But Mo Hua was not prepared to exchange it for the spirit stone.
This jade pendant was worn by Kong Sheng, and it has the word “Kong” on it. It is a direct descendant of the Kong family. The ink painting is intended to be kept, and it may be used for other purposes in the future.
After putting away the jade pendant, Mo Hua discovered that the tiger demon was looking at him.
Maybe it’s not looking.
The tiger demon couldn’t see through Mo Hua’s concealment skills. He just felt Mo Hua’s aura, so he stared at his position.
And it seems that there is no malicious intention.
There is something strange about the ink paintings.
Does it know that I gave it something to eat, so it is grateful to me? This doesn’t seem like something a monster would do, does it?
According to the old monster hunters, monsters are naturally hostile to humans, and even if they don’t eat humans, they will still want to kill people.
Mo Hua stared at the monster again and was suddenly stunned.
“It looks like it knows me?”
Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness and saw no one around, so he temporarily revealed his figure.
When the tiger demon saw it, his eyes lit up and he roared in a low voice.
This roar sounds like “roar” and “meow”, like a tiger and a cat.
cat? Mo Hua was stunned, and looked at the tiger monster again. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and then he suddenly realized:
“It can’t be that little kitten demon…”
Uncle Chu once caught a young cat demon in a trap. Mo Hua fed it dried fish and practiced agility with it. Finally, he released it back to Dahei Mountain and told it “don’t eat people.”
But I didn’t expect that the cat demon was actually a tiger demon?
And it has grown so big that it looks like a big tiger.
It was an unknown species of tiger monster. It looked strange, like a tiger and a cat. Mo Hua had never seen it in Daheishan before.
Mo Hua wanted to reminisce about the past, but suddenly remembered that this was a monster, and he probably couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Moreover, the monster is untamable by nature, and now it looks docile, but one day it might get angry and eat him in one bite.
Mo Hua sighed, thought for a moment, took out a few pieces of dried meat from the storage bag, and threw them to the tiger demon as a “meeting gift”.
The tiger demon held the dried meat and gnawed it.
The monster shouldn’t be able to understand human speech. Now it doesn’t eat human flesh. I don’t know if it remembers the “instructions” in the ink painting or because it has a special habit.
Mo Hua wanted to say something else, but suddenly his expression changed and he noticed someone was coming.
The fat monk died, but before he died, he fought with the tiger demon, and the movement caused seemed to attract the attention of the evil cultivator.
There are several evil cultivators rushing here.
Mo Hua quickly used his concealment technique, walked up the wall in a few steps, and then lay down quietly on the beam.
The tiger demon also noticed the movement, swallowed the dried meat three times, walked back to the place, and even re-inserted his claws into the chain.
Then he lowered his head and lay on the ground, looking listless.
Mo Hua looked shocked.
This tiger has become a spirit!
Why are you so clever? Can you act better than him? After a while, two evil cultivators, one tall and one short, walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw blood stains on the ground and the body of the fat monk next to him.
The short evil cultivator said: “It’s okay, just one person died.”
The tall evil cultivator stepped forward, kicked the body of the fat monk, and asked doubtfully: “Can this be killed by a tiger?”
“The new guy is probably careless.”
“What a waste.”
The tall evil cultivator looked around and said doubtfully: “That’s not right. This tiger demon is locked and cannot move. How did this fat man die so far away?”
“It was probably bitten to death while feeding, and then crawled out, leaving blood all over the floor.”
“Damn it, you should be honest if you die, you’ve got so much blood and we still need to clean it up.”
The tall evil cultivator cursed, and then asked: “What should we do now? Do we want to kill this monster?”
The short evil cultivator sneered: “You dare to kill me?”
“What? You can’t kill this monster?” The tall evil cultivator was a little surprised.
The short evil cultivator glanced at him and said calmly: “This monster has a special bloodline. The Fourth Master raises a blood-drinking beast. If you dare to kill it, the Fourth Master will kill you.”
(End of chapter)