I'm a crispy college student? It’s really hard to kill the whole network!

Seeing this horrifying scene, Wu Bin swallowed subconsciously.

He really wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, but the kitchen and the living room were too close, so he couldn't do it even if he wanted to!
Sure enough, after noticing that the two people had stopped talking, Song Bing, who was holding a kitchen knife, slowly turned his head and looked at the two people.

At this time, Song Bing's eyes were very strange, giving Wu Bin a sinister feeling.

Feeling the tension in the atmosphere, Wu Bin couldn't help but ask, "Song Bing, why are you killing chickens so late at night?"

Song Bing smiled sinisterly and said, "I am weak, so I killed a chicken to replenish my body. Would you like some too?"

As Song Bing spoke, he put the chicken neck to his mouth and actually sucked the chicken's blood directly with his mouth!

Wu Bin was so frightened that every hair on his body stood up.

He immediately realized that there was something wrong with the Song soldier in front of him!

Wu Bin quickly sat up from the sofa and picked up a book from the table.

Wu Bin asked in a low voice: "Zhu Ling, what's going on with Song Bing? Can you figure out what's going on?"

When this strange thing happened, Wu Bin asked Zhu Ling the first thing he did.

Even though Zhu Ling is just a young dragon, the dragon clan’s memories and experiences are inherited.

For example, once an adult dragon gives birth to a baby dragon, all the memories and experiences of the adult dragon in its life will be passed on to the baby dragon.

It is precisely because of this inheritance that the dragon clan, which has an extremely low fertility rate, is at its peak from birth and is much more powerful than humans.

Zhu Ling carefully felt the aura of Song Bing, then frowned and said, "He seems to be controlled by someone and has lost his mind."

"There are many races that can use this method, not just our dragon race. I have no way of determining who is controlling him."

When Wu Bin heard Zhu Ling say this, he was stunned.

"Even you can't judge? Then do you have a way to solve it? Let Song Bing return to his usual state. If a fight really breaks out, I'm worried that I will hurt him."

Wu Bin was not joking when he said this.

If this had happened in the past, if a Song soldier had held a knife, Wu Bin's first reaction would have been to run, and he would never have confronted the man with the knife head-on.

But now, after Wu Bin has strengthened his body several times, the attacks of ordinary people seem to him like slow motion and there is no threat at all.

If the two of them fought, Song Bing would really be no match for Wu Bin.

Song Bing shook his head and said, "There are very few of us in the Dragon Clan who can dispel magic. I can kill him, but there is no way to relieve his current state."

Seeing that Zhu Ling had no solution, Wu Bin suddenly felt that he was in a difficult situation.

At this moment, Song Bing, who had sucked the chicken blood, had red light in his eyes and became excited all of a sudden.

"Wu Bin, why are you looking at me like that? I invited you to have a midnight snack, why didn't you eat it? Are you not giving me face?"

Wu Bin originally wanted to say a few words to appease the Song soldiers.

Who knew that Song Bing would throw the dead chicken directly at Wu Bin, then waved a kitchen knife and chopped towards Wu Bin.

So fast!

Wu Bin first slapped the dead chicken away with a slap.

Just as he was about to grab the knife, he discovered that Song Bing's knife-wielding movements were surprisingly fast!

He even failed to defend himself several times and was almost slashed by Song Bing's sword.

"Zhu Ling, don't just stand there and watch, help!"

Wu Bin grabbed Song Bing's wrist and tried to take the knife.

Who knew that Song Bing suddenly got a surge of brute force from somewhere and pushed Wu Bin against the wall. He aimed the sharp knife in his hand at Wu Bin's neck and stabbed it down little by little.

Zhu Ling stood aside and curled his lips and said, "I'm not good at close combat. If you want me to fight, I will burn him with fire."

Zhu Ling flicked his right hand, and a small flame appeared on his fingertips. Now Zhu Ling only needed to flick his right hand, and the small flame would fly to Song Bing's body, and in an instant, he would be burned to ashes.

Wu Bin quickly stopped her.

"Don't kill him! Forget it, just stay there!"

Wu Bin no longer expected Zhu Ling to help him. He tried his best to grab Song Bing's hand and fought hard.

But the power of Song Bing's hands was too great.

Wu Bin watched helplessly as the sharp knife got closer and closer to his throat.

Just when Wu Bin was thinking about how to break free, the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, Maoshan's righteous law, corpse rope, go!"

A man wearing a navy blue robe and carrying a peach wood sword stood at the door.

He swung his right hand, and a golden rope flew out of his hand and directly wrapped around Song Bing's neck.

As soon as the golden rope touched Song Bing's skin, he let out a shrill scream, as if he was entangled by something hot.

The man suddenly pulled back, and the Song soldier immediately gave up attacking Wu Bin and staggered towards the man.

The man had long expected that the Song soldiers would turn to attack him, so he was prepared.

As soon as Song Bing raised his hand holding the knife, the man did not retreat but instead stepped forward, took out a short stick with his left hand, and hit Song Bing's wrist hard.

There were also some scriptures engraved on the wooden stick that Wu Bin could not understand.

When the wooden stick hit Song Bing's wrist, he screamed again and dropped the kitchen knife in his hand.

But even so, the man did not relax.

The wooden stick in his left hand suddenly changed direction and then stabbed Song Bing's Danzhong point hard.

It was this poke that made Song Bing feel as if something was knocked out of his body. He rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

Seeing the Song soldiers falling to the ground, Wu Bin hurried over.

"Is he okay?"

The man put the magic weapon in his hand back into his bag and said calmly, "It's okay. He just fainted temporarily. He will be fine after a good sleep."

Wu Bin squatted down and checked Song Bing's physical condition.

Wu Bin finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he had just fainted.

He looked at the man and asked, "Master, I just heard you say that you are from Maoshan?"

Wu Bin couldn't help but look the man up and down.

The man actually doesn't look old, probably in his early thirties, which is relatively young.

The only difference is that he had long hair, dark circles under his eyes, and stubble on his face.

It feels like he hasn't washed or dressed for a long time, so it gives people a very vicissitudes of life feeling.

The man bowed to Wu Bin and said with a smile: "I am Wang Xing, a Taoist priest from Mount Mao."

"When Wang passed by this place, he sensed an unusual aura, so he followed the aura and came here."

After Wang Xing finished speaking, he looked at the door that he had kicked in, with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I was eager to save people just now, so..."

Wu Bin waved his hand and said, "Master Wang, you are too polite. I will find someone to repair the door tomorrow. You don't have to pay for it." (End of this chapter)