For a long time, monk Shen Shu had always been a gentle senior monk in front of him. Gradually, he forgot the devil-like image of Heng Hui when she was possessed.
He had forgotten that the pitch-black, terrifying, broken hand was filled with evil and terror.
"Actually, I don't want to reveal my indestructible body. It'll consume too much of my energy, and I'll need to keep devouring the flesh and blood of living beings to make up for it. However, I hate killing. I hate it. "
Monk Shen Shu said indifferently.
He looked at the corpse coldly, his eyes full of Majesty, as if an ancient king had awakened. Cold, confident, and disdainful.
"Who are you? no, what kind of monster are you?"
Seeing this, the mummified corpse revealed a terrified expression and roared.
What answered him was monk Shen Shu's palm, which slowly pressed on his head. The mummified corpse quickly retreated, not willing to wait for death.
