Although Ximen Lang is not afraid of the Yihe Gang based on the current strength of his gang, he has never taken any chances in fighting an unprepared battle. He still ordered the members of the detective team to go out to find out the news, and the gang was preparing for war to prevent
A sudden attack by the Yihe Gang.
On the other hand, preparations for the reopening of the video arcade and disco are in full swing, and starting an industry has always been Ximen Lang's wish. After all, a huge gang needs a strong economic backing.
As for himself, he practiced martial arts diligently every day. During the day, he practiced the magic movement, flying knife skills, storm god fist, and Nianhua acupoint fingering. In the evening, he practiced the golden bell cover and Hunyuan Kung Fu.
Late at night, this passionate seed refused to rest, and took turns helping his wives Xia Zhiyuan, Xiao Muqing, Jiang Xiaoyu, Yan Rumeng, and Wen Ziling to improve their skills. Of course, this kind of wonderful thing about playing with dragons and water is exactly what he is very willing to do.
things.
The days passed in a busy and fulfilling manner, and Ximen Lang's martial arts also increased step by step. He surpassed his senior sister Wen Ziling in the magic movement. Although his flying knife skills were slightly inferior, he also reached a new level. He mastered the Storm God Fist.
In the first, second and third postures, the hand holding the flowers to tap the acupuncture points is the first to get a glimpse of the door. If you tap an acupoint out of ten times, you will be able to hit it roughly two or three times, and the probability of successful acupuncture is even lower.
As for the two living targets, Gui Zai and Feng Du, they were pitiful. They received intravenous drips every day to maintain their strength, and then suffered the torture of Ximen Lang. Because some acupuncture points on their bodies were hit and were not released in time, they are now both
It's like he has a cerebral thrombosis, his mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, he is lame, or he can't move his arms, like a disabled person.
Twenty days later, the skinny ghost finally couldn't hold on anymore and lay down on the ground unable to get up. He was dying. Ximen Lang hit the Baihui point on his head with a heavy technique and sent him to see the Lord of Hell. Then he made a phone call.
I called Fatty Han and asked him to throw the ghost's body into the old house in Pu Yundong, which was equivalent to a snake cave.
Fatty Han, who had just finished practicing, was sweating profusely. He took off his coat and put it on his arm. He came to the dungeon and said with a smile: "Brother Lang, I think I need to change my nickname in the future. Instead of calling me Fatty, I should call you Fatty."
I am the King of Corpses, I am responsible for disposing of almost all corpses."
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "That's right. These corpses were turned into bones by your hands. You are really guilty! Hey, fat man, what is that hanging on your body?" With sharp eyes, he found something hanging from the waist of the fat man's trousers.
A piece of earthy-colored wooden sign, the shape of which was actually very similar to the one he found from the ghost boy.
Fatty Han said in a show-off manner: "This is the token of the Corpse King. Please open your eyes, Brother Lang." He took off the token from his waistband and handed it over.
Ximen Lang took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He saw that the size and shape of the token were no different from his own. The only difference was that the material was different, but it was just as heavy. It was also carved with ghost faces and Sanskrit characters next to it. After thinking about it, he
I took out the black token in my pocket and compared it carefully. I saw that the Sanskrit characters on the two tokens were not the same. There was a big difference.
Fatty Han saw that the token he took out was almost the same as the one he was wearing except for the color. He was surprised and asked: "Brother Lang, where did you get this token?"
"I found it from Guizai, how did you get this token?" Ximen Lang asked with great interest.
"I found it when I was disposing of Ghost Eye's body. I thought it was just a decoration, so I took it off and put it on myself. I didn't expect that Ghost Eye also had such a piece. It seemed like this token had some use."
Ximen Lang nodded and said, "I think so too. When I found this token from Gui Zai, he looked very nervous. Maybe there is some secret in this token."
"Really? Then I'll give you this token. You can keep it and study it slowly."
"Okay, I'll keep it, but don't tell anyone about it." Ximen Lang put both tokens into his pocket, vaguely feeling that there was a big secret hidden behind the tokens.
mystery.
"Don't worry, I know."
Fatty Han agreed, put on his clothes, ordered the younger brother next to him to pick up the corpse of the ghost and put it into a sack, and led the two younger brothers out.
As for that foul-mouthed bastard Feng Du, Ximen Lang used him as a target for another five or six days. This guy completely changed into a different look. His legs were completely paralyzed and he couldn't walk. He could only crawl. His brain was demented and he couldn't speak. He was like a mute.
It seemed like he could only whine, but he actually ate his own poop and went completely crazy.
After listening to the dungeon guard's report, Ximen Lang felt that such a fool-like person was nothing more than a walking corpse, and it was useless to keep him. It didn't matter whether he was killed or not, so he ordered the guard to pull the lunatic out in a car late at night and throw him away casually.
On a street that is not the territory of the Julang Gang, he is left to fend for himself.
However, the Yihe Gang still did not give up searching for the missing incense owner. On the afternoon of the next day, the informant found this once famous figure in Heshuo in a trash can near Merchant Street and quickly reported it to Yihe.
help.
Half an hour later, four off-road vehicles drove over escorting a black Mercedes-Benz. Xia Longwei personally came to greet the senior leader of the gang. When many bodyguards surrounded him and came to the trash can, he saw Xia Longwei crawling on the ground with his shirt on.
When the smelly and shapeless Feng Du was grabbing dirty banana peels and various garbage and stuffing them into his mouth, the surprise on his face was simply indescribable.
Is this still Feng Du, one of the three major incense masters under him?
Is it still the "death-killing gun" that used to dominate Pegatron's underworld?
The former hero has become like this, worse than a beggar, alas!
For a moment, the corners of Xia Longwei's eyes became moist and he shouted: "Brother..."
Feng Du raised his head and spat out the chewed banana peels and garbage with a "sudden" sound, making Xia Longwei's face look bad.
Two bodyguards rushed forward to protect him and said: "Brother Wei, Master Feng Xiang has lost his mind and gone crazy. You'd better not get close to him."
Xia Longwei took out his handkerchief and wiped the smelly dirt on his face. He really couldn't bear to see his brother like this. He waved his hand and said, "Send Feng Xiangzhu to the hospital and ask the best doctor to treat him. You must
Get him healed."
"yes."
The two bodyguards agreed and stepped forward to pick up Feng Du, who was covered in stench. Unexpectedly, Feng Du made a horrified sound, "Woooo..." and then lowered his head and bit the bodyguard's hand on the left hard.
"Ah..." The bodyguard screamed in pain, and regardless of the fact that this was the former incense owner, he raised his fist and hit him on the head with all his strength.