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Chapter 340: American Frog vs Brundtrang
Brundtrang was furious after hearing the old man's explanation...

I am now listening to the endless ancient mysteries under the master's seat. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am a preacher on earth. How can someone still bully me? This is impossible!

He wanted to attack, but hesitated again. He wanted to recite the spell. Seeing that half of the people in the venue had left, he didn't know whether Dou.JR.Nivar was inside. It would be a great loss if he activated the forbidden spell now.

Use the power given to me by my master to crush this old man into a puddle of mud? There are so many people watching nearby. After exposing my identity, I have no way to retreat. I must kill as many people as possible. However, Wordsworth and others are watching closely nearby. I must not let them take advantage of me for no reason.

So he could only let this unlucky old man pick up his hat first.

This old man looked really annoying. For some reason he reminded him of Dou.JR.Nivar.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away."

The old man ran to the booth and stood on tiptoe to reach the hat, but the booths in the venue were more than two meters high and the hat was thrown particularly deep, so no matter whether the old man stood on tiptoe and scratched with his hands or jumped up and poked with his fingers, he could not touch the edge.

"Look, sir, the stall owner is not here, so I can't borrow any tools.

How about this, you come with me, you squat on the ground, and I step on your shoulders to get your hat off for you."

The old man came back and was embarrassed to deal with Brundtrang.

"Oh, you threw my hat at me, and then you stepped on me? There's no such thing as that! You old fool! You squat and I step on you!"

Without his hat, Brundtrang could only pull up his collar more tightly to cover his face.

"Okay...that's right, who told me to make a mistake when I was joking? I deserve it, I deserve it!"

When Liu Yonglu saw Brundtrang coming towards him, he smiled in his heart and thought, no matter how cunning you are, you have to drink my foot washing water.

Liu Yonglu first took off his good coat and put it away, then squatted on the ground obediently. Brundtrang was not vague either. He stepped on Liu Yonglu's back and climbed up.

"Ouch!"

Before he could reach the hat, Liu Yonglu's body went limp, and both he and the fat man Brundtrang fell on their backs.

"This is too heavy, sir. My goodness, it must be over 200 to 300 kilograms. If you step on it like this... I can't survive."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"What should we do? Just accept our bad luck and try again."

Liu Yonglu followed the prescription and threw Brundtlang two or three more times with the same movements and lines. Finally, he pretended to be in unbearable pain and could not lift his shoulders. He pleaded pitifully:

"Sir, I'm not wronging you for being plump, but the soles of your shoes are too hard. I've had a stiff neck these past few days, and I'm sure I'll collapse if you step on me like that...

How about this, take off your shoes, step on me and reach it, then there will be no problem."

"What bad luck!"

Brundtrang was in a dilemma when he encountered such a tough guy. He didn't know whether to get angry or not. He just wanted to take off his hat and get down to business. He didn't waste any more words with him. He took off his leather shoes and stepped on the old man's shoulder.

This time it actually worked, he finally lifted it up. Brundtrang put his arms on the ceiling of the booth and was about to reach his hat when he felt a sudden loss of strength under his feet. The old man ducked down and ran away!

Now Brundtrang could only concentrate all his strength on his arms to ensure that he did not fall.

"what's wrong with you!?"

He looked down at the hapless old man.

"What's the matter, sir? I don't mean anything else, I just want you to listen to me!"

Brundtrang couldn't move now even if he wanted to, so this was the best time to take action.

"Snap!" As Blackstone slapped the counter of the booth, the surrounding venue gradually faded. When Liu Yonglu and Brundtrang opened their eyes again, they were already standing on the nameless beach of that wild island.

"Hmph, a fantasy dreamland..."

Looking at the surrounding islands, Brundtrang shrugged his shoulders. If it were a few months ago, he might have been shocked speechless by such shocking means.

But in the past month, he has been practicing with his master in the Mandala Temple every day and has already become accustomed to the dreamland.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he continued without fear:
"I'm afraid you have chosen the wrong opponent. There is an unbridgeable gap between gods. I don't know which sect you belong to..."

He had just said half of his words when he saw the old man opposite him wipe his face with his hand, and the mask disappeared. A young, familiar face with an inexplicable smile appeared in front of Brundtrang.

Not Dou.JR.Nival who is it!
"Okay, very good... It saves me the trouble of looking for you.

Dou.JR.Nivar, I have to praise you. Although you are young, you are a conspirator with deep thoughts. You have arranged those investigators to cooperate and perform such a good show in a short period of time.

Back when you were in Mr. Lewis's sect, that group of pedantic, short-sighted and stupid nobles didn't see through your true colors.

But I already knew that you are a very cunning person, using the people around you to cover for you by any means, just to achieve your goal. Today you thought you won beautifully, but you underestimated the power of the gods.

Under the Master's omniscient and omnipotent eyes of seeking knowledge, you and your obedient lackeys will all be lost in the annihilation of Shambhala."

Liu Yonglu was stunned. He pointed at himself and thought, what the hell is going on here? Can we just chat and stop talking nonsense? Am I a conspirator? I am not so good at making fried eggplant sandwiches.

But don’t mention it. I don’t know which god this Brundtrang has been practicing under recently. It feels like he was taught by Ling’er… His ability hasn’t improved, but his eloquence has improved by leaps and bounds.

Just stop talking nonsense and pack it up and send it to Toad. People have been blaming me these days.

Liu Yonglu was just about to teleport with Brundtlang when he heard a low and sticky whisper in his ear. Oh no, he came in at the wrong time and happened to catch the Toad chanting.

"Not only did they not let him write, but after others finished writing, they brought it to him and asked him to read it, 'Hey, Brother Zhang Nian, what do you think of this?'

He didn't understand it either, so he just pretended to say, "Oh, OK! Very good, very good!" With just this one sentence, he spent more than a year in the Hanlin Academy..."

Liu Yonglu didn't dare to be careless. He knew the rules of his backstage, so he stood still and started to do his job.

When Brundtrang on the opposite side heard this, he became even more angry!

Hey, this kid is not only not afraid but also finds ways to make me angry!

"Very good, very good, not bad, not bad." Isn't this what you used to say to fool us in Excell? What's wrong with you today? Come again!

Thinking of this, he could no longer control himself, and his body hidden under his coat slowly squirmed. Tentacles as thick as pencils squeezed out from between Brundtlang's fingernails, twisting and turning like a hunting python and rolling towards Liu Yonglu.

But before the tentacles touched Liu Yonglu, the toad's whispering voice entered Brundtrang's mind.

Pure ancient malice exploded in Brundtrang's mind. He seemed to have crossed space and time. In ancient times, in a civilization that had been erased in the long river of time, he turned into an unknown prisoner locked in a strange wooden cage.

Those dark-skinned creatures have most of the characteristics of humans, but they differ from humans in some minor details.

They sang obscure songs and prostrated themselves toward the sea in prayer.

The scorching sun bleached the fish stranded on the beach, and the smell of decay and stench mixed together, indicating that some huge creature was about to come ashore in the tide.

The humanoids carried the wooden cage that imprisoned Brundtrang on their shoulders, and a group of people dressed as priests were lying on the beach.

They brushed away the yellowish sand with their hands, revealing a huge stone monument buried in an unnamed cape.

The stone tablet records the past great deeds of the unknown gods in the deep sea, as well as the causes and consequences of the unwarranted malice. Brundtlang looked at the stone tablet with gradually obsessed eyes.

"Zhang Haogu took a look. What was he looking at? Oh, good! Very good! Very good..."

Liu Yonglu followed Brundtrang towards the center of the island with his hands behind his back, doing his work. He was not surprised by Brundtrang's reaction.

I originally wanted to teleport it to him, but now it’s easier. Originally, the toad ate alone, but now it becomes a big pot meal for the American frogs.

Winding along the familiar dirt road, Brundtrang, still swinging long tentacles in his hands, staggered into the frog sacrificial site.

Dozens of old spectators were kneeling in front of the black stone tablet at this time. Feeling that Brundtrang's eyes were attracted by the black stone, the American frogs stood up and walked towards the fat man like worker bees in a hive.

Brundtrang's eyes were still dull, saliva dripping from his half-open mouth. He was unaware even though his body was torn apart by the American frogs' sharp teeth and strange webbed hands.

But just when Liu Yonglu thought the situation was settled and was about to go home, the black tentacles hidden in Brundtrang's body suddenly twisted like a nerve reflex.

Most of the thin layer of human skin that had previously wrapped them had been eaten up by the beautiful frogs, and the densely packed tentacles hidden under the skin seemed to have developed another fused consciousness.

This consciousness can resist the Toad's inexplicable whispers that are everywhere.

The frogs that had feasted on the food were thrown away in pieces. At this time, there was little left of Brundtlang's face skin, and only the skull with some flesh and blood on it was still intact.

The skull of the middle one of the black tentacles arched high, forming an unstable monster that was nearly three meters tall and constantly flowing and deforming.

The beautiful frogs are influenced by the unified will within the black stele. Dozens of beautiful frogs do not feel timidity, hesitation or other unnecessary emotions because of Brundtrang's changes.

They continued to come forward, the gray-green frogs were like scraps of paper thrown at an electric fan. They tried again and again to climb up the monster's body and tear apart those annoying tentacles, but were caught and knocked away again and again.

The toad's sticky whispers finally died down.

"Stop fighting!"

Seeing his parents being beaten like a spinning top, Liu Yonglu's heart was bleeding! With a shout, he and Brundtrang disappeared under the slope in an instant.

Today is a small popular science article. Actually, I wanted to write it before, but I forgot because I was too busy with serialization.
Although the plot of "Eight Screens" written by Liu Yonglu was written by me
But St. Mark, St. Stefano and others are indeed the patron saints of Catholicism...Haha, the name of St. Baraan can also be found in the Bible.

The three books Ling'er had shown Liu Yonglu before were Don Juan, One Thousand and One Nights, and Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

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