Boss, don't make trouble, catch the demon!

Du Pingzhou was so nervous that his eyelashes trembled, he thought his eyeballs were going to burst, but in fact, Zhuma stopped after touching him, muttering something repeatedly.

"Look, look..." Du Pingzhou seemed to have grasped the point, and after listening intently for a moment, he was sure that what Zhuma said repeatedly was the word "look".

But what to look at and how to look at it?

Du Pingzhou tried to open the other eye, but he didn't frighten him to death at that time, and saw Zhuma almost face to face with him, but because the other party was not breathing and he was a little dizzy, he couldn't feel it.

Zhuma's cloudy eyes stared at him, already at such a close distance, she still kept moving forward, as if she didn't stop cheek to cheek with him.

"Tsk, trouble!" Du Pingzhou gestured a few times, and finally chose to pinch Zhuma's shoulder to push him away.But I don't know what happened to Zhuma. She looks like a thin and thin old woman, but she is as heavy as a stone. Du Pingzhou tried several times but failed to push her away.

"Look……"

She was still repeating that word, Du Pingzhou had to calm down to analyze what she meant.

Speaking of which, Zhuma is the second living dead person he has seen. Although it is not a successful work, the principle is the same.He uses the exquisite ball filled with the soul of the true god as his foundation, so what will Zhuma be based on?

As Du Pingzhou thought about it, his gaze involuntarily searched Zhuma.

Zhuma is a typical Tibetan woman's dress, with a turquoise necklace hanging on her chest, one of which is particularly beautiful and is placed in the middle.

and many more!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Du Pingzhou's mind, and he grabbed the necklace to take a closer look—it really wasn't an ordinary gem!

He found a circle of small black characters on the back of the stone. The spells used by the celestial masters are also different because of the difference in inheritance.Du Pingzhou couldn't accurately judge what it was for, but this stone was definitely closely related to Zhuma!

Strange to say, after Du Pingzhou found the stone, Zhuma suddenly became quiet, and her body was no longer dead, she pushed it aside with a little force.Du Pingzhou sat up and studied the stone carefully.He tried to cover the writing on the back of the stone with his own blood, and then rewrote the spell on it.

After trying several times in succession, there was no effect. Zhuma, who was sitting on the side in a daze, suddenly moved again, raised her shriveled hand tremblingly, and patted her head with a "slap".

"..." Du Pingzhou was a little speechless, but he still leaned over to look at Zhuma's forehead, and found nothing special except for a few small corpse spots.

"Look..." Zhuma repeated, and made a clapping motion with her stiff hands.

Du Pingzhou was thoughtful, picked up the necklace to look at it, imitated Zhuma's movement and slapped it on the head - nothing happened!

He was just thinking that he was so stupid, Zhuma didn't know where the power came from, and suddenly rushed forward as if alive, pinning him down tightly, pinching his wrist with the other hand, and drawing a talisman on it. The stone clings to his forehead.

Du Pingzhou was hit so violently that he couldn't catch his breath, when suddenly he spun and his body lost its center of gravity, as if he had fallen into an endless tunnel.

"Grandma!" A hoarse voice woke Du Pingzhou from his lethargy, he got up from the ground with a grunt, and looked around warily.

A rough-looking young man walked past him excitedly, Du Pingzhou subconsciously took a step back, but was surprised to find that the other party seemed to be unable to see him.

Holding a hare in his hand, the young man opened the curtain and got into the tent, where a man and a woman had a conversation.

"You're tired, drink some water first."

"Grandma, I'm not tired. I have some meat to eat today." The young man was in a good mood. After saying a few words to his "Grandma", he came out again with the rabbit, and squatted on the side of the tent to start processing.

At this time, someone came out of the tent. It was a middle-aged woman. Her back was bent due to long-term labor, and her hair was dry and disheveled, but she combed it carefully.

Du Pingzhou recognized this person as Zhuma with just one glance, but he was much younger than the living dead he had seen.

The intuition of being a celestial master made him immediately understand that he must be in Zhuma's memory at this time, and perhaps the "look" she had been repeating before referred to this.

Thinking of this, Du Pingzhou felt relieved.Since it was Jumma who wanted him to watch, Jumma wouldn't hurt him until "Memories" was over.

On the other hand, the story continues.Du Pingzhou saw clips of several young people getting along with Zhuma, and knew that the relationship between the two was very good.But he also vaguely noticed that the two of them did not seem to be the real mother and son, and that the young man was hiding something in his heart.

This is confirmed in the following clip.

The sun was still shining brightly a moment ago, but when the screen changed, it suddenly rained heavily.

The young man staggered toward the tent, followed by a crowd of men with torches.Young ran to the tent and fell due to lack of energy. He got up with difficulty and looked back.Just as a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, his eyes were so red that they were about to ooze blood.Du Pingzhou could still see the light-colored hair on his face by the light of the lightning.

This is a mandrill!

Du Pingzhou suddenly understood, but there were still many doubts, so he continued to read patiently.

What happened in the heavy rain seemed to be the key, from the beginning to the end, there was no frame jump, Du Pingzhou saw the mandrill get up, suddenly turned his head and ran away to the other side.

Those who were chasing behind stopped in front of the tent, and one of them, an elderly man, came out and whispered something to Zhuma inside.

After a while, Zhuma opened the curtain and came out.Her eyes swept over everyone's faces, and her neither sad nor happy look gave her a sense of inviolability.

"He is my child, and also a child of God. You have no right to dispose of him!" Du Pingzhou understood Zhuma's words, and knew that Zhuma was talking about mandrills.

The old man's face suddenly sank, and he said something angrily.The people behind him also started to get excited, showing off their power one by one, wishing they could tear the mandrill apart.

Zhuma still straightened her back: "It is indeed wrong for Bazaar to enter the holy place, but the crime does not deserve death. The mountain god you said is angry, is it really not for other reasons?" She said, looking directly at the old man.

The old man's expression froze for a moment, and then he raised his voice guiltily and said something. The people behind him became more emotional, and all kinds of roars were about to burst people's ears.

Zhuma stared at the maddened people without saying a word.

The old man saw that she didn't eat oil and salt, and suddenly fell silent.A tall man beside him immediately stepped forward knowingly, staring at Zhuma condescendingly.

What happened next was as expected. Crazy people turned the small tent upside down. After failing to find the mandrill, they tied Zhuma up with the old man's acquiescence, and the interrogation began.

These ignorant people get a perverted pleasure from bullying the weak. Du Pingzhou stood aside and watched a group of people torture Zhuma into a bad shape.

"Ow—" A beast's roar came from a distance, and the old man raised the torch in his hand, and the crowd fell silent for an instant.He listened sideways, pointed in one direction, and excited people rushed forward.

Zhuma opened her eyes weakly. When she heard the roar not far away, she ignored her injuries and shouted anxiously to the distance: "Bazaar, get out of here and go back to your home!"

Her voice was quickly drowned in the sound of rain. The old man sneered at Zhuma who was shaking the tree, and waved to the tall man just now. The other party took orders and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Songtsan!" Zhuma roared, "You will be punished, the mountain god will not..."

The old man blocked her mouth, slapped her, and chattered a lot.Zhuma's head was hanging limply, her hair was disheveled against her face, and she looked dead.

Not far away, the roar of angry beasts was mixed with the screams of people. In the pouring rain, it seemed that the smell of blood could be smelled.

With a thought in Du Pingzhou's mind, the scene in front of him changed.He saw the scene of humans dealing with the mandrill, and they greeted the mandrill mercilessly with gleaming knives. Two fists were no match for four hands, not to mention that he was already injured.The mandrill soon became exhausted and moved slowly.

His fatigue just stimulated the people, and under the leadership of the tall man, they all turned into brave heroes, one after another, they jumped on the mandrill!

After a while, the mandrill was completely subdued. The tall man tied him up with a rope made of cowhide, and brought another horse. Holding the rope with one hand, he jumped onto the horse's back and galloped away.The mandrill struggled to resist but was ruthlessly dragged down behind the horse.

After running a few laps, the tall man came to the old man on horseback and handed him the end of the rope.The mandrill was covered in mud and stood up stubbornly. When he saw Zhuma, who was alive and dead, he roared angrily and wanted to rush up, but was escorted back by several people.

The old man looked at him indifferently, and when he was completely subdued, he came up to him and asked something, and the mandrill spat at him.

The subsequent process was so cruel that Du Pingzhou couldn't bear to watch it.

The mandrill's struggle didn't stop until Zhuma was completely out of breath.He stared blankly at Zhuma who was lying on the ground, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared angrily.Before his voice fell, he suddenly bumped away from the people around him, leaped towards Zhuma, bit her chest, and forcibly tore off a piece of flesh.

This sudden change frightened the crowd, the mandrill tore at Zhuma's body like crazy, and soon, the bones could be seen on the chest.A light blue light flashed suddenly, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he shouted excitedly.

Everyone came back to their senses suddenly, and rushed towards the mandrill, preventing him from swallowing the light blue glowing stone.But they were one step too late, the mandrill swallowed the stone, and the body began to change.