Chapter 7 Taoist priests turn against each other, brothers control each other's souls
The weather in February is cold, and the cold wind cannot dissipate the anger in my heart.
I think he must not have seen the hatred that could not be concealed in my eyes, nor could he see the golden silkworm Gu that was biting the plastic strap under my body. When he found that there was nothing in the back compartment of the car, he turned around and
, but there was nothing on the ground. Where was I? I hid on the other side of the car, commanded the golden silkworm Gu, and bit Scarface's gun-holding wrist fiercely.
Seeing that I was being humiliated, Fatty was also very angry. With just one bite, Scarface's wrist immediately swelled up and the sting hurt him. He threw the pistol in his hand forward like a hot potato. He screamed and looked.
I stared at my swollen hand in a daze. At this great opportunity, all the cells in my body were so excited that they jumped out and used the classic black tiger move to dig out my heart and hit Scarface hard on the lower abdomen.
Bang... My fist hit his lower abdomen. The touch was not as soft as expected, but hard, as if he had six-pack abs. But after all, the soft part could not withstand the damage of too much force.
He hit Scarface and knocked Scarface to the ground. I was so angry that everyone was Scarface. Why didn't they even show this respect and just put the muzzle of the gun into my mouth?
At that time, I was so scared that I almost lost my soul. Is it true?
Scarface was indeed a red-stick thug with first-rate reflexes. He stood up straight after a carp blow and stood up. He covered his chest with both hands and stared at me carefully.
This is a standard American boxing opening. It is also the military's one-hit-kill-and-grab stance.
Unfortunately, the bite mark on his left wrist became more and more swollen, red and blue. He didn't care, stepped sideways, rushed directly in front of me, and then raised his legs to kick. I stepped back, but his
The attacks came one after another like maggots attached to the bones. Although I, a dabbler, have some strength and agility, fighting with such a strong man who licks blood from his knife edge is just like Confucius selling books in front of the door, and Lu Ban playing with a big ax in front of the door, so it is also
Don't bother, just dodge in a panic, and tell him that this blow to your wrist has poisoned you, it's a serious poison, and if you can't get treatment in time, amputation is necessary, and if it doesn't work, you'll just die.
He ignored me and continued to attack me. I couldn't dodge, and my thigh was hit by a kick, which caused a burning pain.
I didn't care at this time and yelled "Golden Silkworm Gu". A golden light hit Scarface's ankle. He immediately lost his center of gravity. I acted according to the opportunity and kicked him hard with a big whip leg and suddenly rushed forward.
I raised my body upright, and the strong feeling that came back to me made me feel great. My depression suddenly disappeared. I walked over, grabbed his only good hand, and pressed it.
, and then slashed hard at the back of his neck.
The first blow was too light and he struggled hard.
I continued to hit him again. Finally, the last hit was successful, and he fainted from the pain. I was so happy that I raised my head triumphantly, only to find that the fat bug was hanging in the sky, with a pair of strange black bean eyes staring straight at him.
Scarface, a bright light flashed across from time to time. Did I knock the person out, or did it put him to sleep? I was speechless for a while. I personally don’t agree with solving problems through violence. However, this time, I did fight with someone’s fist.
I had a hand-to-hand fight with my fists. It seems that I should find a more reliable teacher to learn boxing and kicking.
Those who work in the world of martial arts need a good craftsmanship everywhere.
Seeing that the scarred man was dizzy, I didn't dare to stop. I used my pocket knife to make a cut on his wrist and asked the Golden Silkworm Gu to inhale the poison. These people dared to risk their lives, but I didn't dare to sue for human life.
.I ran back to the car, packed my things, tied up the sleeping Zamao Xiaodao with a seat belt, summoned the Golden Silkworm Gu, stepped on the accelerator, drove on the highway, and fled in the opposite direction of Jiangcheng.
After walking for more than twenty minutes, my nervousness finally relaxed.
Today's events were really thrilling. I'm not afraid of most ghosts, but I'm really afraid of someone like Uncle Duan. In this city, he can't say he can cover the sky with one hand, but he can make me never say...
Having said that, the key point is that human beings are too fragile. They are so fragile that a bullet can kill them. They are intricately connected and powerful. All I can do is to escape far away and run away.
The power of one person is still too weak after all.
Perhaps, I can take Zamao Xiaodao to the police and give it a try? As long as I refuse to admit to death the theft in the botanical garden that night.
Thinking of this, I glanced at the man in the passenger seat in the rearview mirror. I saw that he had woken up, his face was stiff, and he was looking ahead expressionlessly. I was about to say hello to him, but I didn’t know that he
His eyes became bloodshot, like red glass balls, and then he suddenly turned his head and looked at me with a look of hatred on his face.
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Suddenly, veins appeared on Zamao Xiaodao's face, his eyeballs turned red and he rolled his eyes.
He looked ferocious, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed my right hand tightly, and pulled hard. I was dragged half way over by him, and I could only use my left hand to steady the steering wheel. Zamao Xiaodao reached out to pull my hair again,
I dodged, and he turned sideways and pinched my neck with both hands. The space in the car was very small, so how could I dodge quickly? The dog suddenly pressed my head down. I quickly stepped on the brakes.
The car suddenly stopped, but I felt the strength of the hands on my neck suddenly increased, and they even wanted to strangle me to death.
My mind was still confused, but my survival instinct came to me immediately. I grabbed Zamao Xiaodao's hand and pulled it out.
Our hands were stroking my neck.
One is Zamao Xiaodao, who wears a natal blood jade and is born with the strength of an ox.
One is me, who comes from the Miao border area and is washed by the power of the golden silkworm's natal Gu.
My breathing gradually became less smooth, but strength continued to emerge from my body. The instinct of survival is the highest point of the tower of meaning. When a person dies, everything is gone. At the same time, I discovered the power of Zamao Xiaodao.
It was just a momentary outburst, and then he lost some strength. He is a veteran in the world, and he is not familiar with such force skills. The current situation is actually a good explanation for him being controlled.
Zamao Xiaodao is a powerful character, with a stronger will than most people I have ever met. How could he be controlled by others?
No! The first thing I thought of was the arrogant Thai guy Basong, the densely patterned tattoos on his neck, and the empty eye patterns on both sides.
This guy is a master...
My advantage was getting bigger and bigger, and I tried my best to push it open to prevent him from closing it with a pair of iron pliers.
Finally, all the bones in my body exploded, rattling, rattling, rattling, and with all my strength, I finally restrained Zamao Xiaodao, and cut off his hands behind my back. Then I bit the tip of my tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood on his forehead, anxiously.
Recite the "Vajrasattva Samantabhadra Dharmakaya Mantra" three times, then put the five fingers of your left hand together and roll them into a tube shape, leaving a space in the middle to form the outer binding seal. Pat him hard on the forehead and shout "solution"!
This is a great drink to help those who are obsessed with it, those who have nightmares, and those whose bodies are controlled by others, wake up and have the power to control their own bodies.
I took the picture mercilessly, with a "pop" sound, Za Mao Xiao screamed, waved his hands randomly, and closed his eyes. But when he opened it again, it was dark black, and my eyes could be reflected inside.
Reflection. "Little poison..." Zamao Xiaodao stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes in disbelief, looked at me, then took a long breath and said, Ciao, finally escaped from that ghost place... Hey, why is his forehead like this?
pain?
I said I took the picture. He had just been possessed by someone who controlled the soul and attacked me. The two of them almost overturned.
He sighed again and said that he was really blind, and he had learned a lesson this time. He originally thought that Duan Tiande, an old bastard, was interested in his true talent, knowledge, culture, Taoism and military strategy, and was prepared to help him.
After some preparation, he tried to change his luck four years later, but in the end, this harmful plot was plotted on him. How could a poisonous fruit be so attractive? Alas, he could calculate all the secrets, but he could grasp them
You can't control your own destiny.
I smiled and said that you are still young and don’t understand the psychology of a person like him who has a successful career but is afraid of aging. In fact, if you think about it, you had nothing when you were young. Now that you are old, you have no appetite for delicacies.
, I am not in the mood to wear silk and satin, and there are many beautiful girls who are unable to sleep. There are three thousand people in the Guangsha, and there is only one bed to lie down on... What's more, after death, there is nothing left, how can he not be anxious?
Zamao Xiaodao laughed loudly, pointed at the roof of the car and said, if he acted in such a hurry, four years later, this dog would definitely die, his huge family empire would fall apart, and his descendants would be cut off!
At the time, I thought he was just saying something out of anger. Unexpectedly, in August of this year, Zamao Xiaodao’s words came true. Of course, this is something to be said later.
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