My pupils suddenly shrank and condensed into a single point, all focused on this man.
Because of the angle, our side is blocked by a large area of building materials and houses, and not many people come here during construction hours, making him and I an independent existence here. This is a thin young man.
, his face is surprisingly white, like a geisha in a Japanese drama, his skin is loose and not tight, and there are many wrinkles, which makes him look a bit old, not tall, and thin, like a weak scholar with no strength, and a lens
It was filled with bloodshot eyes... and boundless anger.
I didn't know where this guy came from with so much resentment. I guessed that he might have been invited by Zhu Neng to investigate me, so I touched my chin and asked, "You have been following me here from the square of First International. Why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
Please just say it."
"Lu Zuo, it seems you really don't know who I am..."
The man shook his head, regretfully and meaningfully.
Hearing what he said, my heart jumped suddenly and I began to seriously look at the man in front of me. Although human memory is equivalent to 150 billion 80G computers, in the field of psychology, human memory is divided into unintentional memories.
And intentional memory, because there is no purpose, so we usually feel familiar with things and things that we ignore, but we can't always remember them, so this man must be someone I have ignored - even if I was ignored
The memory that Golden Silkworm Gu has warmed and improved comprehensively is unknown - who is he?
I hesitated, but from the outline of his face, a character who had been sinking in my heart for a long time suddenly emerged.
This seemed to be a trigger, and many characters and events that were in my heart came out: Xiaomei, Xue Rui, the first meeting in the hotel, Tate's original lemur, the battle in the back garden of the hospital... The scene was finally frozen in
Wang Luohe, who was cursed to death by my spiritual poison - that was the first time I killed anyone in my life. I had accumulated endless anger and sorrow, and the strongest emotions in my life burst out at that moment.
All because of the man who once called himself my uncle, who brutally killed the woman I loved.
The man in front of me looks very similar to my cheap master uncle Wang Luohe, and his expression is almost the same. More importantly, he and Wang Luohe practice the same evil magic - ape.
The corpse fell; but the difference is that he is the one who is better than the others.
Then I called out the man's name: "Wang Chucheng!"
He nodded, seemed very happy, and said that you finally remembered me. He smiled, and there was a bit of desolation and loneliness in his smile. I remembered that we once fought against each other in the primitive jungle of Myanmar, when Wang Chucheng was still in Sakulang
In the camp, he appeared with two ferocious mandrills like a demon came to the world, and his terrifying ape corpse incarnation almost tore me in half. He is a first-class hand-to-hand combat master.
However, this man who was still conscious in the state of the ape corpse did not become a legend at that time.
After he made his arrogant appearance, before he could show his strength to the fullest, in the blink of an eye, he was beaten by me, Zamao Xiaodao, Little Demon Duoduo and Fat Chongzhi without any shame, and finally the Little Demon
Under the blow of Duo Duo's magical Qingmu Yi Gang, he recovered from a two-meter-large King Kong to what he is now, and then he was thrown into the stream by me.
Then I was trying to remove the poison in the cell. At that time, I was so anxious about escaping from prison that I didn't notice this appearance. After I removed the poison, I never saw him again.
Doing the math, we haven't seen each other for more than half a year - the Sakurang base has been destroyed by us, and even if the rest was not destroyed, it was expropriated by the poor Burmese military government. Shanzang is dead, and Li Xin
There was no news. The great god of Jinshan who protected the religion was angrily attacked and killed by Zamao Xiaodao. The little black sky summoned with great effort was besieged and killed by Master Panzhi, Seven Swords and Senior Brother. The entire organization had almost collapsed.
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I don’t know how this Wang Chucheng escaped and appeared here.
Of course, what I am most concerned about at the moment is whether Wang Chucheng is a person or a group of people?
So I pretended to be relaxed and said hello to him, saying hello, long time no see, how are you doing lately?
Wang Chucheng looked at me with squinted eyes and said, actually, I don't know whether I should thank you or hate you - thank you because you helped me get rid of the shackles of Sakulang and completely escaped from the control of the devil Shanzang.
, I should express my gratitude to you for this; however, Master Moro also died in that battle, and the secret recipe they promised to find for me to prolong my life was lost. After that, I wandered all the way to Hong Kong, and then
I came here, ready to start my new life and enjoy the rest of my life, and then fate made me meet you again - tell me frankly, Lu Zuo, do you know an old man named Wang Luohe?
Seeing his determined expression, I knew that hiding it was of no use, so I nodded and said I knew him.
Wang Chucheng recalled with a sad look: He was born in a poor Chinese family in an old street in Shan State. He lost his father when he was thirteen years old. He worked odd jobs in the old street to support his mother and two younger sisters, and was bullied; later, he was bullied;
During the war in northern Myanmar, his mother and eldest sister died, leaving only a little sister who was only six years old. Just when he was desperate, his uncle appeared; Wang Luohe and his father had been separated since childhood and had been following a Chinese
The old wizard who came here was doing hard training in the mountains and forests, but his qualifications were limited. Until the old wizard was about to die, he could not learn anything, so he came home.
It was Wang Luohe who brought him and his little sister back from the brink of death. Although his uncle didn't have much money, he had a lot of skills. His uncle took him and his little sister around, and finally met his uncle.
Under the introduction of my senior brother, I joined Sakulang, and I had no worries about food and clothing.
Unfortunately, good times were few and far between. His uncle and he were both found to have the qualifications to practice ape corpse surrender by Master Moro in the sect, so they were selected by Shanzang to become the old ghost's disciples.
The test subject - his uncle was voluntary, but he was not. However, what people didn't expect was that out of the ten people who soaked the mandrill's blood and brains and smeared the rotten fur, eight of them died of infection one after another, and he was the only one left.
He and his uncle succeeded, but they had to suffer the pain of being eaten by thousands of insects for a few days before and after every full moon night...
His uncle regretted it, really regretted bringing him to that ghost place, but they didn't dare to do anything. The first reason was because the ape corpse had to endure endless suffering during those few days every month. Without Moro
The only medicine prepared by the master was opium to relieve the pain. The second reason was that his little sister was sent to the best school in Bangkok, Thailand, to study, work and live, and was always closely monitored by the people in Sakurang.
Later, his uncle quietly told him that his uncle's master's lineage originally came from the Miao border. There was also a big man called the "Han Gu King" in his ancestors, but later his master brought several uncles with him.
When he went to the Dongting Dragon Palace, he died tragically, and only one person escaped. His master had always suspected that his second senior brother was the traitor who killed his master. Unfortunately, he continued to fight and was defeated, and lived in Southeast Asia.
The injury was never mentioned again.
The second uncle's lineage must have inherited a strange book written by King Gu of the Han Dynasty, called "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains". There should be a record of the liberation of the ape corpse. His uncle thought about it for a long time and said that he was old
It didn't matter, but Wang Chucheng was still young and couldn't live like this. Ten years of death, so he decided to go to China alone to find the whereabouts of the book... His uncle never came back since then.
Wang Chucheng stared at me and said, do you know why I am telling you this?
I was silent. The image of Wang Luohe, who had always played an ugly role in my heart, suddenly became fuller. But maybe it was because of different stances, so the sides we saw were also different - Wang Chucheng's heart was full of thoughts about his uncle.
His dedication and kindness, however, in my heart, I really can't like the guy who repeatedly tried to kill me and brutally killed Xiaomei in front of me.
Everyone has a good and ugly side. Even the fascist Hitler and the dictator Stalin were warm-hearted people towards their family and friends. Their friends were grateful, but they left countless people who died tragically in massacres and purges.
How can such a person be so embarrassed?
Wang Chucheng saw that I was silent and thought I was guilty, so he asked again: "If your closest relatives were killed in a foreign country, and you had the ability to take revenge, would you take action?"
I raised my head and looked at this well-versed man - he really didn't know me very well. He saw that I was alone and helpless. Only half a year had passed. The little Taoist priest with superb swordsmanship was no longer there.
The little goblin is not here, so he feels that he can defeat me. In this way, he may really be what he said, it was just a coincidence - if so, it couldn't be better.
I laughed and said, what do you mean?
Wang Chucheng's face became colder and colder, saying that I didn't know how my uncle died. Later, one of my uncle's senior brothers told me that my uncle died in Dongguan, so I came to this city. A year and a half later, he
His bones are probably already as cold as ice, but if you can go down and keep him company, I think he will be very comforted, right?
I touched my nose and said, don’t you want the solution to the ape corpse falling?
He shook his head, grinned his white teeth, and said, if I kill you, everything will be settled. After saying this, his white teeth began to grow long, hideous and terrifying, and then clusters of clumps appeared on the exposed skin of his body.
Thick and stiff black hair came out, the body swelled, and the loose clothes began to become tight, like a balloon, turning into a two-meter-tall chimpanzee, with a face full of pain and discomfort, and staring at me fiercely.
I took a step back and was thinking about how to deal with Tarzan. Suddenly there was a scream of fear from behind me. When I turned around, it was Lao Wan who came to find me. Seeing this terrifying situation, he was so frightened that he held the gun in his hand.
The tool bag dropped and sat on the gravel floor.
Wang Chucheng moved, but instead of looking for me, he rushed towards Lao Wan who was sitting on the ground.