After Jin Bin finished speaking, he stood up with an ashen face and slowly walked out of the martial arts hall.
He and Chen Lihua stood at the door together, seeming to be waiting for something.
Ren Qing's expression was strange. After seeing those old actors in his previous life, he always felt that Jin Bin looked unnatural.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that everyone around him was sitting on the futon without moving, but the sweat on his face could tell that he was feeling uneasy inside.
Negative emotions are gradually brewing.
After a long time, the dark-skinned man collapsed.
He murmured to himself: "I can't die, there are people at home still waiting for me..."
The dark-skinned man stumbled back a few steps, but when he got behind everyone, he took out a wooden thorn from his arms.
He stabbed another man's back with a wooden thorn, and his clothes were soaked with blood.
The dark-skinned man woke up as if from a dream. He looked at his bloody palms in horror, and fell to the ground with his legs weak.
The martial arts disciples in the corner couldn't help but laugh.
The injured man touched his back in surprise. Seeing that the wound did not affect his internal organs, he pounced on the dark man without hesitation, and the melee intensified.
Ren Qing, on the other hand, was ignored.
However, as time goes by, there are always times when desperate measures are taken.
Hong Biao spent some time in a gang called Qingxia Club. Although he didn't have any reputation, he had enough experience in the world.
He felt that Ren Qing, who had just arrived, was a bit incomprehensible.
As long as this person is attacked and killed, he will definitely be the one who survives in the end, and he will be the most likely to survive until the Yamen discovers him.
Hong Biao hit Ren Qing on the back of the neck with his fist without mercy.
"Don't blame me for being cruel, just accept death."
Ren Qing didn't understand what was going on in the martial arts school, so he wanted to stay out of it first, but it seemed that he would inevitably get involved.
The wooden knife was drawn out.
Simply slashing with a knife gives people the illusion that there is no escape.
In the eyes of others, it was like Hong Biao took the initiative to approach Ren Qing's wooden sword.
How can it be?!!
Hong Biao covered his head with both arms.
Ren Qing turned his wrist, and the direction of the wooden knife suddenly changed, directly piercing Hong Biao's instep.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Hong Biao screamed and subconsciously wanted to pull the wooden knife out of the instep.
Ren Qing snorted coldly, and used his right palm to slash Hong Biao's neck with force. The latter was thrown to the door the moment he fainted.
Chen Lihua said with excitement: "Okay."
Then there was silence in the house.
Everyone stopped their desperate fight, sat back on the futons and stopped talking, even if their wounds were bloody and bloody, they still endured it.
Hong Biao was dragged away outside the door, and the two martial arts disciples in the corner also left the house.
The door is locked with chains.
Everyone was wary of each other, especially those who were seriously injured, while Ren Qing was vaguely isolated.
Just when Ren Qing was about to ask a question, a thin figure approached him and said softly: "Brother, I am a Zaoli from Chenyang Street. My name is Jiang Jie."
Jiang Jie swallowed and asked, "I met you at the Yamen. Brother, did the Yamen know your whereabouts when you came to the martial arts school?"
Ren Qing shook his head and said: "Indeed, no, but if he has been missing for more than five days, someone will come looking for him."
Jiang Jie's eyes were full of fear, and he muttered incoherently to himself: "Everyone here will die in two days. Where can I wait for the Yamen..."
Ren Qing grabbed Jiang Jie's arm and asked, "Tell me what happened?"
Jiang Jie probably wanted to find someone to talk to, so he stumbled into explaining.
After listening to this, the doubts in Ren Qing's heart did not lessen, but became more intense.
The registered disciples in the martial arts hall all arrived here within two days. After entering, they were locked in the room without any explanation.
Chen Lihua would drag away three or four people every day, all during meal time, and the results are self-evident.
Occasionally, I can hear martial arts disciples outside talking about the sweetness and deliciousness of human flesh, with unabashed greed in their tone.
Of course, some people tried to escape, but there was only one walkway in the martial arts hall. How could they defeat more than a dozen practitioners if they did not replenish water and food for a long time.
Since he was always going to die, he might still be able to wait for rescue if he stayed in the house.
Ren Qing calmly thought to himself that for him, the disciples in the martial arts hall were not even monks and could not pose a threat at all.
The most important thing is how to securely obtain the nerve foot meridian and remove it afterward.
Of course, even if Ren Qing exposes his magic skills, the worst thing he can do is join the jailers, and Song Zong has no proof of the origin of his magic skills.
After about two or three hours, Jin Bing and others returned to the martial arts hall.
They couldn't help but exude an unpleasant smell, and the muscles on both feet were swollen to varying degrees.
Especially Jin Bin, no matter how uncomfortable he appeared, he still couldn't hide the most obvious degree of alienation in his legs.
Kingpin sighed and took out bandages to bandage the wounded to stop the bleeding, and then specially gave them some dry food to satisfy their hunger.
It made everyone even feel grateful to Kingpin.
Ren Qing did not show any abnormality after taking the dry food, but he was not going to eat it. Who knew there was something fishy in it.
The more he looked at Kingpin, the more twisted he felt. He simply closed his eyes to rest and wait for the situation to continue to unfold.
As a result, Jin Bin actually taught Baji Kou.
Except for Ren Qing, who listened with great interest, the others were not interested. The most important thing was to recover more physical strength during free time.
Wait until night falls.
There were a lot of footsteps outside the door, and it looked like someone was gathering again.
Ren Qing noticed that everyone around him fell asleep due to excessive fatigue.
He stood up and asked: "Senior Brother Jin, I want to know everything before I die. I want to read the secret book recording the Eight-Ji Leg before I die."
"..."
Jin Bing's face looked a little strange. After hesitating for a few moments, he took out a thin book and handed it over.
Ren Qing flipped through a few pages at random, put the book aside, and continued to close his eyes and rest.
I didn't expect that the amount of information contained in the secret book would be so large.
【Baji legs】
[Created by Chen Yongxing, it is divided into two parts: the main part and the secondary part. The second part has thirty-six postures, and the main part requires the introduction of medicine.】
[Medicine: Chen Yongxing uses the leg meat as medicine. After eating it, through alienation, he can exert strength far beyond that of ordinary people. 】
Such secrets are not considered spells at all. At most, they are alternative martial arts created to coordinate the body's adaptation to strange objects.
Ren Qing had some guesses about the causes and consequences.
When martial arts disciples first started practicing Baji Kung, they had little demand for human meat. They could eat it for a long time by raising humans and animals, but their appetites grew as time went by.
No wonder the Shenzu Jing obviously has nothing to do with cannibalism, but the martial arts hall is full of smoke and smoke.
Jin Bing's eyes turned red, and Ren Qing's actions were undoubtedly provocative to him.
Although he tried his best to pretend to be gentle and elegant on the surface, his facial features still became distorted and his murderous intent could hardly be suppressed.
Human nature fades away and animal nature begins to awaken.