One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 32 The mountain road here has 8 bends

Obviously.

Apart from Xiao Zizai, no one else immediately realized how terrifying the three old men were.

After all, Zhang Zhiwei had already returned to his original simplicity, Su Wuxian had deliberately concealed his aura, and Tian Jinzhong looked like an ordinary old man.

"Hey, Ball, how can you talk like that?"

Zhang Chulan was about to explain.

Su Wuxian raised his hand to stop him.

He stopped and looked at the legendary temporary workers in front of him with great interest.

"Are these the company's elite?"

Su Wuxian pointed at Wang Zhenqiu with a twig, like an elder commenting on a junior:

"This androgynous guy, is he practicing that old devil Xia Liuqing's divine mask technique? His skill is alright, but he's too cunning, which will easily cause wrinkles."

Wang Zhenqiu's smile froze: "..."

Su Wuxian then pointed to the burly man with the black pipe:

"Hey you with the black-rimmed glasses, stop pretending to be a sniper. That black tube on your arm is just for show. Your real skill is in your physical body, isn't it? Your external strength is decent, but you haven't quite mastered it yet."

Black Pipe's eye twitched, and his hand instinctively reached for his arm guard.

It was seen through at a glance!

Finally, Su Wuxian's gaze fell on Old Meng:

"As for you... you're like a punching bag. Playing with germs? Stay away from me. My second senior brother has just recovered and his immunity is low. Don't pass on your cold to him."

Old Meng was so frightened that he took three steps back, his face filled with terror: "Yes...yes..."

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Zhenqiu's playful smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.

In just one glance, he revealed all their secrets?

Who is this young man?

"Are you done talking?"

Xiao Zizai, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

He walked towards Su Wuxian step by step.

The red light emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger; it was a tangible killing intent that even caused the plants and trees around him to wither.

"Now that I've finished my review, could you... let me have a bite?"

Xiao Zizai stretched out his hand, forming a claw shape, his voice distorted with extreme desire:

"I can sense... the number of lives you bear is far greater than mine. You are of the same kind... no, you are a higher being than me... a demon!"

"Great Merciful Hands!"

boom!

Xiao Zizai couldn't hold back any longer and took action!

A gigantic golden palm print, brimming with killing intent!

With a whooshing sound, it slammed straight at Su Wuxian's face.

This is not a test, this is a full-scale hunt!

"Brother Xiao! Don't do anything rash!"

Wang Zhenqiu exclaimed in surprise.

Faced with a palm strike powerful enough to shatter rocks.

Su Wuxian didn't even blink, nor did he raise his hand.

"magic?"

Su Wuxian looked at Xiao Zizai rushing towards him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, but in that instant, an indescribable terrifying aura erupted from his body!

If Xiao Zizai's murderous intent is a surging river...

Then what Su Wuxian released was an infernal hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

That was the essence of Asura, accumulated from countless killings he had witnessed and even participated in during that era.

"Buzz—"

Xiao Zizai's compassionate hand abruptly stopped an inch away from Su Wuxian's nose.

It wasn't blocked.

They were frightened.

In Xiao Zizai's view, the young man in front of him disappeared.

Instead, a towering, blood-soaked demon god stood before him, coldly staring down at him.

He would die if he dared to advance even an inch further.

They died without a burial place.

"Little monk."

Su Wuxian's voice seemed to come from the heavens above:

"Want to eat me? Your teeth aren't up to par; you'll probably break them to pieces..."

"and......"

Su Wuxian extended a finger and gently tapped it on Xiao Zizai's palm:

"Your murderous intent is too chaotic and mixed; it's all morbid desire."

"True killing is for the purpose of stopping killing."

"Go back and copy the Diamond Sutra ten thousand more times. When you can control this violent temper, then come talk to me about food."

"collapse!"

Su Wuxian flicked his finger lightly.

Xiao Zizai was struck dumb.

He flew backward seven or eight meters, crashing heavily to the ground, panting heavily, his body covered in cold sweat.

The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by a deep sense of awe.

There was even a hint of piety as if they had encountered a true Buddha.

"Thank you so much for your guidance, senior."

Xiao Zizai got up, put his hands together, and respectfully performed a Buddhist salute.

This scene left Wang Zhenqiu and Hei Guan'er, who were standing nearby, dumbfounded.

Xiao Zizai, that ruthless and lawless killer, actually said thank you after being flicked on the head?

"Alright, stop standing there."

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who had been watching the show, walked up with his hands behind his back and tried to smooth things over with a smile:

"They're all company kids, quite energetic. Since we're going the same way, let's walk together."

"But let's make this clear first."

Zhang Zhiwei pointed to Wang Ye, who was exhausted behind him:

"That young Taoist priest can't carry it anymore. You young and strong guys, help carry some of the luggage."

Wang Zhenqiu: "..."

Black Pipe: "..."

Wang Zhenqiu's lips twitched as he looked at Zhang Chulan, his eyes conveying the question: Just who are these immortals?

Zhang Chulan shrugged, with an expression that said, "I told you so," and walked over to pat Wang Zhenqiu on the shoulder.

"Ball, I didn't expect you to be so good-looking in person."

"Alright, stop looking and get back to work."

"That man in the trench coat is the old Celestial Master."

"The one who flicked my forehead was my master, Su Wuxian."

"Didn't you want to wipe out Biyou Village?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice, his tone tinged with schadenfreude:

"Congratulations, the difficulty level of this mission has been upgraded from Hell level to Vacation level."

"As long as you serve these gentlemen well, you can just cheer them on from behind."

The temporary workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Old Celestial Master?

Seriously? Are you kidding me?

Su Wuxian?

That legendary ruthless man who single-handedly wiped out the four madmen of Quanxing and crippled the Wang family?

Zhang Zhiwei, carrying a backpack, slowly walked forward.

He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes, which seemed to see through everything, swept over the four temporary workers in front of him.

"Little ones, gather your Qi."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry the weight of his words:

"My old bones can't take your roughhousing. If you scare my junior brother, he'll really go berserk."

As Zhang Zhiwei took off his sunglasses.

The black tube in Black Tube's hand almost fell to the ground.

Wang Zhenqiu's playful smile froze instantly.

Old Meng was so frightened he almost knelt on the ground.

This face...

Anyone in the world of supernatural beings knows him!

"Is he really... an old... old Celestial Master?!"

Hei Guan swallowed, feeling a dryness in his throat.

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes lit up instantly, with the excitement of discovering a new continent:

"Interesting...this is so interesting!"

He snatched a large box from Wang Ye's hand and ran over to Su Wuxian with a scurry trot:

"Master Su! Senior Su! It's me, Qiu'er! How can that divine mask be modified? Could you please give me some pointers?"

Hei Guan'er sighed helplessly and resignedly picked up another bag.

The scene of temporary workers gathering was originally somber and desolate.

It instantly turned into a large-scale luggage handling site for senior citizen tour groups.

Su Wuxian walked at the front, watching the sky gradually darken and the faint lights of the village in the distance.

"Biyou Village..."

"Master, I'm here."