Changsheng pointed his other hand forward, Zhang Yang looked in the direction of his finger, and saw an old man hunched over and walked to his two grilled fish. Then he looked left and right for a while, but he didn't notice anyone, so he squatted down and started eating the two fish.

That's all. How could Zhang Yang catch fish be eaten by others? If a beautiful woman comes, she won't say anything. But the old man who came is simply inconsistent. Zhang Yang raised his knife and shouted and ran towards the old man: "Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

The old man was startled by Zhang Yang who suddenly appeared and saw him holding a knife in his hand. As a result, he was nervous and swallowed a piece of fish without chewing it carefully. Then a thorn stuck in his throat.

The old man fell to the ground, rolling in pain, and even put his hand into his mouth to get the fish bones. But before he could reach his hand, Zhang Yang kicked it away. He grabbed the old man's collar and scolded, "Where is the old man coming from? If you don't say hello, eat my fish!"

The old man was also depressed and opened his mouth to speak, but the fish bones stuck in his throat, which hurt so much that he couldn't speak, so he could only make a hoarse voice. Seeing that he opened his mouth for a long time and didn't say a word, Zhang Yang suspected that he might be a mute, or more seriously deaf and mute, so he pulled him up from the ground and let him go.

When Zhang Yang turned back to find Changsheng again, he found that he had disappeared again. Zhang Yang was so angry that he picked up the remaining fish and walked back. He thought that Changsheng would run away so much if he loved running. Anyway, if he caused some trouble, someone would definitely deal with him. He would not care about that much. Now it is more important to go back and eat fish with the little hooligan.

But when Zhang Yang had just taken two steps, he could still hear the hoarse cough of the old man. He couldn't bear it anymore and instantly softened his heart. Then he inserted the fish back into the field and ran back to see the old man. Zhang Yang walked up to him, patted his back hard, and asked, "What's wrong with you, uncle? Have you caught a cold?"

The old man shook his head in pain, then pointed his finger at his throat and continued to make a hoarse sound.

After listening for a long time, Zhang Yang didn't hear anything, so he had to continue patting his back hard. The old man was hit by this. The fishbone was stuck in his throat. As a result, Zhang Yang slapped it and moved the position and directly cut the old man's throat. He didn't even dare to swallow saliva, which hurt so much.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was still slapping, the old man finally couldn't help it. He got up from the ground, pointed at the fish for a long time, then pointed at his throat for a long time, and nodded to ask if Zhang Yang understood. Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "What do you mean... this fish tastes so good that you can't even speak?"

The old man spurted out blood in one mouthful of blood. He pulled out the stick with the fish's body and then wrote three words on the ground "Bring me on my back".

Seeing that the old man might have difficulty in legs and feet, Zhang Yang squatted down to carry him on his back, and then said, "If it is inconvenient for you to speak, give me the way and I'll take you to find your family."

But the old man smiled evilly, wiped off the blood from his mouth, then folded his hands together and began to recite spells. Zhang Yang heard the "buzzing" sound behind him, and turned his head again. The old man instantly put his hands behind him, pretending that nothing had happened.

Zhang Yang asked, "What's wrong with you? Can't you get up?"

The old man stretched out his hand and signaled Zhang Yang to wait for a while. Then he turned around and turned his back to Zhang Yang, opened his mouth wide, stuffed his hand directly into his mouth, and then stretched it in until it reached the esophagus. Then he touched a few fish bones that had already been cut on the esophagus, and then pulled them out with great force.

The old man finally took the fish bone out of his mouth. His hands were covered with blood that oozed through the esophagus. Then he turned back and said to Zhang Yang with a hatred look on his face: "Did you see it? I said the fish bone was stuck in my throat. Can't you hear it?"

Seeing that he was spurting blood while talking, Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Okay, uncle, I understand. I should carry you to see the doctor." After that, Zhang Yang turned around, squatted down, and waited for the old man to come up.

The old man smiled evilly, then stretched out his hand again, and started chanting the spell together. This time, because he could make a sound and speak, he successfully cast the spell.

He used the method of moving mountains to move Mount Sumeru to Zhang Yang's head and then pressed him down hard. Zhang Yang didn't know anything at all, but then he heard a "clang" sound. He saw the golden bell cover around his body appear. He immediately knew that he had encountered a monster to kill him.

Zhang Yang looked up and saw a mountain pressing on his head. Fortunately, he was protected by the golden bell cover, otherwise Zhang Yang would have been crushed into meat paste. He turned around and said to the shocked old man, "If I guessed correctly, you should be the Silver Horn King."

The old man was even more shocked, thinking that he had seen through his identity, so he simply changed his true form. It was indeed a monster with silver horns.

He reached out to applaud Zhang Yang and said, "It turns out that he is a protector of seeking scriptures. I underestimate you, but how did you know my name?"

Zhang Yang smiled disdainfully, then walked forward two steps, but he hit the golden bell cover. He was also surprised to find that Mount Sumeru had pressed the golden bell cover, but he could not get out by himself. However, in order to save some face, he pretended to be calm and said, "Come on, if you have the ability, you can kill me."

King Yinjiao was also honest. When Zhang Yang asked him to kill him, he didn't say anything nonsense. He recited a spell and moved Mount Emei and smashed it on Zhang Yang's head.

Two mountains were pressing on the golden bell cover in a row, and Zhang Yang began to get nervous. This is a mountain. Will the golden bell cover be crushed? He hurriedly prayed in his heart: "Flang, I hope your dragon scales can be stronger, otherwise if I crush you to death, I will turn into a ghost piao and find an explanation."

Seeing that neither of the two mountains could oppress Zhang Yang's golden bell cover, King Silver Horn immediately began to recite the third mountain-moving method. Zhang Yang was anxious and hurriedly reached out and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

King Silverhorn stopped and asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang thought for a while, then asked, "How do you think the fish meat tasted just now?"

King Silverhorn thought for a while, and then began to talk to Zhang Yang about his opinion: "The fish is a bit old, the skin is burnt by you, and there is no seasoning and tastes no taste. I hope you can bake a more delicious fish next time."
Chapter completed!