There is a curfew in Sichun City, and there are gradually fewer and fewer pedestrians at night. Except for a few entertainment areas, almost everything is dark. You can only rely on people carrying lanterns, or use the light of the stars and the moon to travel.
Fan Zhong's house was naturally located in the residence of a wealthy family in the city. The people around him were either from scholarly families or from certain officials, or at worst, extremely wealthy people.
Lanterns with surnames written on them are hung on the doors of every house in the courtyard to prevent some people from coming at night and mistaking the door and causing a joke.
curfew?
For ordinary people and poor people, rules are rules, they cannot be changed and they must be followed.
But in the eyes of rich and powerful people, that stuff is nothing. Otherwise, why would they work hard to climb up? Is it to abide by the rules and set an example for others?
Zhang Zheng led his little attendant and carried many gifts.
More expensive rouge and gouache, or rare gadgets passed down from other places, etc. Although the business I received from my dead father-in-law is getting worse and worse, I still have to keep my face and maintain a superior attitude.
"You two little bastards, can you hurry up? After we finish visiting my future father-in-law, we have to go to the boat to celebrate."
The strength of the two followers was not as good as his talent, and their leg strength and physical strength were not only inferior.
In addition, I was carrying a lot of things in my hands, and after walking more than half the way, I was out of breath and couldn't help but slow down.
"Brother Zheng, how can the two of us compare to you!"
The follower who has followed him all year round and knows his temperament well, praised him without leaving any trace.
"Haha, yes, it is indeed embarrassing for you two."
Because of his son-in-law's background, he never refuses compliments from others.
Even if he knew it was a horse, he would happily accept it.
"Okay, okay, when I marry Fan Yan and get Fan Zhong's million-dollar fortune, I'll let you take medicinal baths a few more times. No matter what, you can at least become a good luck practitioner."
"Thank you so much, brother Zheng. We brothers will definitely go forward and do whatever you want." If the two of them weren't carrying objects, they would have been eager to put them in their hands and bow, at least kowtow a few times to express their gratitude.
"Okay, okay, as long as you serve me well, you will have a good life."
Zhang Zheng waved his hand and continued to walk proudly on the deserted streets.
"Tap tap tap..."
Footsteps were heard not far ahead, and the three of them looked through the halo of light emitted by the lanterns hung in front of the surrounding mansions.
A tall man whose face could not be seen clearly, who seemed to be holding a cigarette rod in his mouth, walked toward them step by step.
Anyone who walks on the street at night, ignoring the curfew, is either rich, powerful, or both.
"Don't pay attention. Just say hello to acquaintances. Treat strangers as if they didn't see you."
The man named Zhang told him to hurry up and get down to business.
But he never considered why rich and powerful people were not accompanied by two servants to serve them.
As the two sides got closer and closer, the strange man seemed to have discovered something.
"Eh? Lao Zhang!"
My voice is hoarse, as if I have smoked too much tobacco, which makes my throat less clear. It sounds very uncomfortable, and I feel strange in my heart.
"???"
Zhang Zheng stopped walking, secretly thinking that he had run into an acquaintance.
"You are?"
He stopped and asked, not wanting to lose etiquette.
People, the more they lack something, the more they care about it.
"Hi, I'm Lao Liu."
"Old Liu?"
Obviously, he was searching in his mind to find out how many people named Liu he knew.
Seeing the other party stop, the tall man with a cigarette in his mouth stepped forward. When they got closer, the two followers noticed something was wrong.
What the man was holding in his mouth was not a cigarette rod at all, but a bamboo tube about the thickness of two fingers. It looked like a profligate person using a smoking tool.
"just......"
Before the word "Brother" was spoken, the strange man spat it out softly.
A puff of smoke overflowed under the light of the lantern nearby, and accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, it blew across their faces in an instant.
No, it's not just smoke, but also unknown things, ground into powder.
Unprepared, the three of them sucked it into their mouths and noses.
"snort!"
The next second, a tearing pain spread all over the body, sending waves to the brain one after another.
"Bang!"
First, the two followers threw away all the gifts in one fell swoop.
"Plop!" "Plop!"
The two of them knelt on the bluestone floor and let out a series of cruel roars from their mouths.
At night, the painful wailing will not only fail to attract people who hear the sound, but will more likely make them turn around and leave.
After all, the theory of ghosts and gods has been enduring throughout the feudal period.
There are many people who do not go to the medical center to seek medical advice when they are seriously ill, but instead seek help from goddesses to exorcise ghosts.
Not just simple pain, but also severe pain and a strong feeling of vomiting.
For a moment, it seemed as if the world was hanging upside down, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. He couldn't struggle even if he tried, so he could only endure it in despair.
I thought that the poisonous smoke from the strange man was just like this, but who would have thought that the next moment, my mouth and nose seemed to be covered by a wet and thick cloth, making it difficult to breathe.
So, they struggled with all their strength. But what was heartbreaking was that along with the fierce struggle, breathing became increasingly difficult.
Compared with the two followers, Zhang Zheng, who had inhaled a large amount of poisonous smoke, had a more difficult time.
Without him, on the one hand, the quantity is large, and on the other hand, he is a practitioner of the luck level. Liuhemen's medicinal bath to improve joint flexibility and five senses was completed early.
The five senses are already sharper than those of ordinary people, but after being hit by "Tassi Maggot", "Blurry Mushroom", "Evil Pond" and other life-threatening, debuff-inducing and disgusting things, you have to endure the severe pain and nausea,
Difficulty breathing, rising in a straight line.
Even if you are a master of luck, you can break a stone into powder with one palm. At this time, let alone 12% of your strength, even a single move of your fingers is like reaching the sky.
"you......"
Holding back all kinds of negative states, he raised his head stubbornly and just uttered a word.
I saw the strange man raised his right palm and struck it hard on his chest with lightning speed.
"Bang!!"
Zhang Zheng only felt a powerful bombardment, and his whole body flew backwards, knocking away two followers who were kneeling on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, an unfamiliar force penetrated from the chest into the muscles, passed through the meridians, and exploded on the bones.
"Kacha——"
Perhaps it was because of his flashback that he raised his hand and opened the shirt on his chest.
In the center of the sternum, a palm print came into view clearly.
"Okay...a...door...gold...silk...palm..."
"I'm not... unwilling... unwilling..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went dark, and there was no more sound.
He Zhao put the homemade concealed weapon on his mouth back into his wide sleeves and slowly stepped forward to check whether the person was really dead.
In the movies and TV shows in the real world alliance, there are endless ways to cheat death, and both the good and the bad guys have suffered big losses.
When he was three steps away from Zhang Zheng, he suddenly stood up, rushed forward with a loud noise, raised his right palm high, and brought it down hard.
"Crack!"
The energy in the body once again dropped sharply, passing through the opponent's skull and blasting into his brain.
That’s it, even the gods can’t come down to earth to save you.
Speaking of the other party's posture after death, it's a bit interesting.
The man surnamed Zhang was kneeling on the bluestone slab, with his clothes open on his chest. A handprint was clearly printed on it, and his head was lowered, as if to apologize.
He turned his head and looked at the two little followers who were lying on the ground with blurred eyes.
This morning, at Xia Yu Pavilion in Chunhua Building, you two were the only ones who kept praising him, weren't you?
Want to kill me?
"snort!"
Stepping forward, each person received a palm, which hit their respective Heavenly Spirit Caps.
The "Split Stone Body" exploded with twice as much force, cracking their skulls open on the spot and dripping with blood.
After a while, the two people's faces were covered with blood, and with their painful and twisted expressions, an evil ghost appeared in the world.
"What a pity!"
If it weren't for caution, he would have wanted to keep Zhang Zheng, find a hidden place, torture him, and interrogate him about Liuhemen's kung fu.
But don't be in a hurry, you have plenty of time, and you will get it sooner or later.
Ignoring the money on the three of them and the gifts scattered on the ground, they turned around and walked slowly into the darkness.
For a moment, people passing by broke the tranquility and peace of Fuhu District.
"Killed——"
The passers-by were making such a loud noise that the servants of the nearby wealthy families opened their red doors and stretched their heads to watch.
A few quarters of an hour later, the Yamen police arrived belatedly, and the policeman also conducted a brief autopsy.
"How......"
Before he finished speaking, the leader of a group of detectives wearing black and red uniforms glanced around at the servants. His head felt as big as a bucket, and he wanted to scold them to disperse but did not dare to speak.
As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. There is no one in the surrounding family that this little head catcher can offend.
"The murderer was very strong. He kneeled down and the deceased was hit with a palm in the chest. He had no resistance. His head was bleeding from all seven orifices. Apparently the murderer was afraid that the other person was not dead, so he hit the deceased's head with a powerful palm to replenish the attack. The rest were
Both of them had their skulls cracked with huge force, causing..."
Wu Zuo did not say the rest of the words, but glanced at the follower, whose face was red and white. Even with his many years of experience in the industry, he could not help but sigh at the cruelty of the perpetrator's methods and his cold and vicious nature.
Not to mention that the old man was a little unbearable, if the police officers were not surrounded by people, believe it or not, they would hold the wall and start vomiting in seconds?
Their faces were all red, and they tried hard to hold back the nausea in their hearts. They stood around the corpse with their chests puffed out, preventing servants from various wealthy families from getting in.
"vomit!"
Some of the servants who poked their heads in the air saw the three people who were dead in miserable condition. They couldn't hold it back and turned around and vomited.
This caused a chain reaction, and the police officers responsible for the blockade really couldn't hold it in anymore.
"vomit--"
The sounds of vomiting came one after another, quickly filling the clean and spacious streets with an unbearable odor.
"Take the body back to the Yamen and put up a notice tomorrow, waiting for the family to come and pick him up." The catcher said with a livid face and gritted teeth.
Tomorrow, there may be rumors that the police officers are overwhelmed and will vomit when they see the corpses.
Servants from wealthy families like to arrange things when they have nothing to do.
You don’t dare to speak ill of your master, you’re just a group of public servants, and you don’t dare to make fun of him?
"Walk!"
It didn't take long for the streets to return to their original shape.
It's not that the servants who are watching are conscious, but the master. If the gentlemen go out and see a large amount of vomit remaining on the street in front of the mansion, what should they say when asking?
It was all caused by us vomiting, and we were too tired to clean it up.
Believe it or not, I will tie you up and beat you to death on the spot!
After everyone dispersed and went back to their homes, a group of people emerged from a dark corner.
"Third brother, this kid has a lot of enemies. We just arrived and before we started, he died." A person next to a bald man said with a smile.
The man named San Ge is none other than Wang San, the leader of the Medicine Gang.
"How long has it been since we received the news that Zhang Zheng was going to visit Mr. Fan with a gift? It only took a quarter of an hour to drive all the way. As a result, he was beaten to death in the street early.
Either the perpetrator had been following Zhang Zheng. Or he had learned early that Zhang Zheng was going to visit Mr. Fan's home and had specially set up an ambush on the road he was passing through.
Moreover, according to Wu Zuo’s words, the person named Zhang has no resistance at all. He is at least a master of the luck level, and the strength of the shooter is at least a master of the bone tempering level, or the internal organs level.”
"He committed a murder on the street, and the place of murder was not far from Mr. Fan's house. This man is a bold and cruel person, and he also knows how to blame others. No, we have to go back and inform the gang leader immediately. Be careful of Liuhemen.
Counterattack."
Wang San didn't feel like his subordinates were gloating about their misfortune. Instead, he frowned and felt a little bad.
Afterwards, he immediately led the people and hurried back to the Yaobang Headquarters to report.
He Zhao swore to God that he really didn't think about it that much, it was just a convenient way to start. But the blame was true, but it was not the drug gang, but the reckless men who practiced the same profession.
After killing the person, the murderer returned to Yuzhitang with a calm expression.
Not to mention people, there were quite a few monsters, beasts, and aliens who died in his hands, let alone a person who deserved to die.
【"Sapphire Body" +10%!】
["Sapphire Body": 40%]
"Yes, in six more days, I can reach 100% and take my physical body to the next level."
After cleaning up the drug residue, he started playing with some gadgets.
Bamboo tubes are still not very safe. If the night wind suddenly changes direction when plotting against Zhang Zheng and others, you might be hit.
"Poisonous water..."
So, he decided to upgrade the mechanism so that he could be better able to trick people.
Not practicing martial ethics, being despicable and shameless, using low-level means, just what a villain does?
Sorry, the person named He doesn't care about his own face at all.
Not to mention it's just a large-scale simulation scene, he is a player himself.
It's a real time travel. Do you believe that the means will be even more shameless?
After working for half a night, several small and exquisite iron pipes were placed on the table.
As long as you aim at a person and press the switch, a stream of poisonous water will be ejected, which has stronger anti-interference ability and more violent toxicity.
Of course, if the enemy reacts quickly and moves quickly, there is still a high probability that he can escape. It is no more invisible than smoke. Moreover, the distance is limited, up to three meters away.
"There are gains and losses."
Then, he guessed the mechanism and fell into sleep.
Compared to someone sleeping soundly, the news of Zhang Zheng's death has spread throughout Sichun City.