bookbashuk Chapter 2058 I want to say
Chapter 2058 I want to say
The mysterious purple figure was naturally the old man Zi Ding.
When Matthew stepped into the pagoda, the dim purple light that suddenly emanated from under his feet was exactly that of the old man in the purple cauldron.
It was because of this that Matthew was able to act so calmly. Facing Elder Jin, he could calmly listen to the other party talking a lot of nonsense without any reaction.
In fact, everything he did was to buy time for the old man Zi Ding so that he could complete the task at hand smoothly.
At this moment, with the appearance of the old man Ziding, Matthew knew that he no longer needed to intervene too much. He just needed to stand aside quietly, like a bystander, leisurely and contentedly enjoying the wonderful drama that was about to be staged.
"Are you looking for me?"
The old man in Ziding stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Elder Jin, whose body was shaking like a sieve. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked again.
At this moment, Elder Jin's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably. There was no trace of the majesty he had when he was speaking before.
"Elder Jin, weren't you speaking very enthusiastically just now? Why are you silent now?"
Seeing this, Matthew smiled teasingly and continued, "Now that my master has come out, you should hurry up and say what you want to say! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that my master actually followed me to this island early in the morning. It's just that he has been hiding his figure. His purpose is nothing more than to see what the Mangcang tribe has become now."
However, in the face of Matthew's sarcasm, Elder Jin still kept his lips tightly closed and said nothing, as if he had lost his soul.
At this moment, Matthew grinned, showing his big white teeth, as if to deliberately provoke the other party, and laughed triumphantly: "Haha, it seems that Elder Jin is so scared that he dare not say a word!"
As expected, after hearing Matthew's words, Elder Jin, who was already shaky, finally couldn't hold on any longer. His legs softened and he fell to his knees in front of the old man Ziding with a plop.
Then, his originally tense body suddenly seemed to have all its supporting skeletons taken away, and his whole body quickly deflated like a deflated ball.
The previously straight spine, hard muscles and powerful limbs seemed to have lost their vitality and energy at this moment, and instantly became soft and weak.
With this sudden feeling of exhaustion, he could no longer maintain his standing posture and collapsed heavily to the ground in an unruly manner.
At this moment, he was like a puddle of mud that had completely lost its shape and structure. He lay there in a miserable state, without any trace of his previous majesty.
Elder Jin, who was not far away, had never seen this mysterious old man in person.
However, there is an ancient portrait carefully drawn by the ancestors of the Mangcang tribe preserved on this island.
When Elder Jin's gaze fell on the old man with purple cauldron in front of him, he already knew that the old man with purple cauldron was almost exactly the same as the person in the portrait.
Even after so many years, the appearance of the old man Zi Ding has not changed at all.
Therefore, Elder Jin could conclude without hesitation that the old man standing in front of him was undoubtedly the old master of the Mangcang clan.
Although the old man Zi Ding did not make any substantial moves from beginning to end, and even just stood there quietly, staring at him with a seemingly indifferent look.
However, during this brief moment of eye contact, Elder Jin already deeply felt an unprecedented huge pressure.
The pressure was like an extremely heavy mountain, pressing heavily on his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.
What was even more terrifying was that with the appearance of the old man with the purple cauldron, Elder Jin was surprised to find that the magic power that had been flowing freely in his body had suddenly become extremely stagnant, as if it had been frozen. No matter how hard he tried to mobilize it, he could not make it flow smoothly again.
Faced with such a predicament, Elder Jin finally realized how absurd and ridiculous those so-called "clever plans" he had carefully planned before now seemed.
Not to mention other aspects for now, the strong sense of oppression brought by the old man Zi Ding's mere appearance here is enough to make him feel afraid and deterred.
After all, even the magic power that he relied on most lost its effect in an instant. How could he expect to contend with such an unfathomable and powerful enemy?
"Are you looking for me?"
Faced with Elder Jin's embarrassing predicament, the old man in Ziding appeared indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
And so, the same words came out of his mouth for the third time.
However, just as the words fell, Elder Jin, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state, was suddenly hit violently by an invisible and huge force, and he flew backwards involuntarily.
The speed is so fast that it is simply jaw-dropping.
With a dull thud, Elder Jin's body slammed heavily onto the layer of purple light that had been enveloping them.
At the same time, when Elder Jin's body touched the purple light, a large number of thin and dense purple silk threads, like countless wriggling worms, rushed out from the light.
These purple threads swept towards Elder Jin at lightning speed and tightly wrapped around his body.
In that instant, a jaw-dropping scene happened.
Elder Jin was instantly tightly entangled by the dense purple silk threads that surged in like a tide.
He seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand and couldn't break free at all. He was firmly trapped in the spot and couldn't even move a finger. He was just like a dumpling that was tied up tightly.
"Master, please spare my life! This time I came to look for the young master, not with the intention of harming him, but because I have something extremely important to tell the young master in person!"
Seeing that his body was bound by this strange and powerful purple thread, Elder Jin's originally confused mind seemed to become much clearer at this moment.
He was extremely anxious and shouted at the top of his voice, his voice full of fear and pleading.
However, at this moment, the situation became increasingly critical.
The large amount of purple silk threads not only bound Elder Jin tighter, but also began to slowly drill into his body.
The threads were like extremely nimble little snakes, twisting their bodies and invading Elder Jin's flesh and blood bit by bit at an extremely slow but unwavering speed.
If this continues, it won't be long before these threads penetrate deep into his body. By then, even if Elder Jin has a thousand words to say, he will probably no longer have the chance to speak.