Everyone was stunned.
They were still kneeling in front of Zongzi just now. They thought that there would be a fierce battle after this fellow came out. Who knew that he actually wanted to return the favor?
No, it shouldn't be a return gift! From the direction the dumpling was kneeling in, it seemed to be in awe of Xu Mo.
But here came the problem. How could this huge dumpling that had been raised for thousands of years be afraid of a living person?
At this moment, not only Third Master Wu and the others could not understand, even Xu Mo was a little confused.
What was going on? Who am I? Where am I? What have I done?
This dumpling is kneeling to me? What was he afraid of?
Was it the so-called Yinglong bloodline, the Corpse Suppressing Ruler in his hand, or the hair mound seal hanging on his waist?
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He heard a series of gurgling sounds from the bloody corpse's mouth.
"Little brother, what is he saying?" Xu Mo asked Meng Youping.
Although he couldn't understand these words, he could roughly guess that it was the corpse language that he had heard before.
However, Men Youping ignored Xu Mo. Instead, he looked at the bloody corpse and made the same sound.
"Giggle! Giggle! Giggle!"
The bloody corpse chuckled.
The two of them spoke one after another like ordinary people chatting. The only difference was that the "dialect" was obscure and they could not understand it at all.
After about five to six minutes, the bottle stopped talking.
However, his expression was not good. His gaze swept across Xu Mo's face from time to time.
"F * ck, what did you two say?" Xu Mo asked again.
"He said that your aura is very similar to that lord. Now that he has become this half-dead appearance, he is willing to die in your hands.”
"What lord? Like who?" Xu Mo was dumbfounded. What was this? Why didn't he understand?
"It should be similar to the king or general he worships.”
"So that's all you said after five or six minutes?”
"Yes." Men Youping nodded, not intending to explain further.
The air instantly quieted down. Xu Mo looked at the bloody corpse and felt that something was wrong.
What Meng Youping said was far from what he had expected.
He originally thought that this damn thing was afraid of the so-called Yinglong bloodline. At the very least, it was the two Great Mound Divine Artifacts on his waist.
However, they were all wrong.
He was willing to die just because his aura was very similar to the "Lord" that the bloody corpse had believed in? What kind of aura did he have? Why couldn't he smell it?
"Does he really want to die in my hands?”Xu Mo stared at the bottle to confirm.
"Yes." Men Youping's expression did not change.
It seemed impossible to pry anything out of his mouth.
The little brother was usually a man of few words. He basically had a stoic face, giving people a feeling of transcendence.
Even if the other party was lying, Xu Mo could not tell if it was true or not.
Putting this matter aside for the time being, he moved his body forward and came in front of the bloody corpse.
The other party was still kneeling on the ground obediently with both hands on the ground and did not raise his head. However, a detail was suddenly imprinted in Xu Mo's eyes.
Trembling!
The bloody corpse was actually trembling!
Was he afraid of him, or was he too excited to see Faith?
Although there were many doubts in his heart, Xu Mo did not know Corpse Language, so he could only keep this " experience " in his bag first to avoid delaying the progress of the tomb.
He casually raised the Corpse Suppressing Ruler and swung it down, causing a bloody head to roll onto the ground.
At the same time, the system notification sounded as expected.
Ding!" Congratulations to the host for killing a thousand-year-old blood corpse. Reward obtained…"
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