The master lay at the bottom of the ditch.

Jiang Clover and Tang San were squatting by the ditch.

Six eyes facing each other.

The dim moonlight shines down from above the head and falls on the master's stiff face.

The moment he pushed the two of them out, he was swept away by the mandala snake's tail.

When consciousness returned, he was already lying at the bottom of the ditch, unable to move.

At this time, seeing the two children safe and sound, he almost cried with joy.

However, when I thought of my embarrassing posture, my mood suddenly became complicated.

Tang San poked his head and asked, "Teacher, where are you injured?"

Jiang Alfalfa looked around, "Master, where are the three guns?"

"Sanpao is my martial spirit, and it has been taken back." The master struggled to prop up half of his body and sat up.

He grinned and forced an ugly smile.

"Then can you still stand up now?" Tang San stretched out his hand towards him.

The master gritted his teeth tightly, slowly bent one leg, and kicked it with all his strength.

"Bang——" His back hit the earth wall hard.

That muffled sound made Tang San and Jiang Alfalfa frown together.

"Master, I, I'll go down and ask you to burp..." Jiang Alfalfa looked down with sobs.

Although this ravine is not deep, it is surrounded by gravel and barbed vines.

This time, it must have fallen hard.

"No need..." The master immediately shook his head and refused.

Lying in a ditch in front of his students was already very embarrassing.

How could a six-year-old girl take care of him, an adult in his forties?

"Master, I'm a very strong hiccup, don't worry!" Jiang Alfalfa said confidently.

"No need..." The master held his breath, lunged forward, tightly grasped a grass vine with both hands, and squeezed out three stubborn words from between his teeth.

"Me! Nothing! Nothing!"

"..." Looking at the grass vines covered with tiny spikes, Ginger Alfalfa took a breath of cold air.

Tang San held his forehead, tilted his head and whispered, "Alfalfa, please help the teacher."

"Um...ok."

"A little...lighter..." Tang San reminded quickly.

Jiang Alfalfa nodded, grabbed the master's sleeve with his little hand, and pulled the person out like a green onion from the ground.

"Teacher..." Tang San stepped forward and supported his swaying body with his thin shoulders.

"It's okay..." The master waved his hand, stabilized his body, and asked, "Where's the mandala snake?"

“…”

Jiang Muliao and Tang San looked at each other silently, neither of them spoke.

"I was thrown away by you...?" The master looked suspicious, "It shouldn't be..."

Once you are entangled by a ferocious soul beast like the Mandala Snake, it is almost impossible to get rid of it, unless...

"It's dead." Tang San said calmly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Dead...?" The master's body was slightly shaken, and he looked at Tang San and then at Jiang Alfalfa in surprise, "Who hunted it?"

"It's me, teacher." Tang San looked very natural and said in a calm tone as if he was stating the facts, "It caught up with me and Alfalfa, and was about to bite us..."

"As soon as I got anxious, I pulled out the dagger you gave me..."

"Then, somehow, the mandala snake bit the dagger..."

"I was too scared to look at it..."

"It's dead..."

Tang San had a serious and honest expression on his face, with a hint of doubt in his dark eyes as he looked at the master, "Teacher, is this mandala snake really three or four hundred years old?"
Chapter completed!