Mo Shili's spine trembled, and the muscles in his back beat accordingly. All the strength in his body came together like twisting a hemp rope, forming this solid punch without any fancy.
The beating made the malicious head catcher lean forward exaggeratedly, and a series of bone-breaking sounds were heard in his body.
The opponent's vertebrae were shattered countless times, a big lump bulged out from his back, and the overwhelming force instantly shattered the bones and internal organs in his chest.
"Forehead!"
The catcher's eyes were so bulging that they almost came out of their sockets.
He stared at Mo Shili blankly, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, without saying anything, he turned over and fell to the ground.
Disbelief was etched on his face.
He couldn't understand why a kid from a remote country could throw such a punch.
This is inconsistent with the information he received from his collaborators!
Moreover, the doctor just said that this country boy was seriously injured and had no mobility at all!
What's going on?
This head hunter was puzzled from the bottom of his heart until he died.
Mo Shili did not stop, he raised his hand and put the opponent's body into the [Qiankun Ring], stacking it with the body of the previous attacker.
Someone once said: Killing is not difficult, the difficult thing is not to find the body.
But with the [Qiankun Ring], all this has become easy for Mo Shili.
After Mo Shili checked that there was nothing missing, he picked up his dagger again, carefully removed the golden sore medicine from the wound, aimed at the original wound location, and applied it to himself again.
Then, push back the golden sore medicine to cover the wound and block the spilled blood.
Finally, he wiped the dagger and swallowed the [Qiankun Ring] into his stomach.
Compared with the headhunter who looks fierce.
That hunchbacked middle-aged man is scary.
Therefore, we must work hard and strive not to leak any flaws.
He, Mo Shili, was seriously injured and had difficulty moving.
Therefore, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him.
He was completely unaware of the sudden disappearance of the head catcher, but in his sleep, he seemed to hear a quick but abrupt "you" in his sleep.
As for what exactly happened?
He really didn't know.
Maybe the murderer who kidnapped his 'uncle' has returned?
But why didn't he kill him, but took away the head catcher?
He doesn't know this.
My lord, you are well-informed. You must have the answer without me having to say more, right?
Thinking of some words and possible situations in his mind, Mo Shili secretly simulated it several times and checked the room again. After confirming that it was correct, he lay back on the bed.
In front of his eyes, the words that only he could see appeared again——
[Achievement Obtained: One Hit Fatal (Green)]
[One hit kill: Kill the opponent in a devastating way and get 10 points]
…
There is no [Self-Mutilation] achievement, it should obviously be a one-time thing.
This made Mo Shili, who wanted to take advantage of the loophole, a little disappointed. However, after seeing the achievement of [One Hit Kill], he subconsciously looked through the previous achievements.
The remaining contract information in the huge city was severely damaged, so the words were unclear and unclear, but Mo Shili was not a fool.
The successive achievements have already made him clear about the method of obtaining [achievements].
Make trouble!
Moreover, the more dangerous it is, the easier it is to obtain [Achievements], and the higher the level of [Achievements] obtained is correspondingly!
In other words, as long as he keeps doing things and doesn't die, he can get more and more [achievements].
But how can you stand by the river without getting your shoes wet?
Just in case, you will really die!
But now, facing the mess created by 'Xiao', he needs to continuously obtain [Achievements], obtain more points to unlock [Qiankun Ring], obtain more skill points to learn, and improve his strength in order to protect himself.
It's impossible to stop.
"It's almost an endless loop!"
Mo Shili muttered to himself in his heart.
But there was no frown on his face.
On the contrary, he smiled.
‘Almost’ means, there is still a glimmer of hope!
As long as he seizes this glimmer of hope, he can survive!
And this is already much better than his previous desperate situation!
After experiencing the half-month period of being bound by the contract, being stared at by the 'owl', and having no way to go to heaven or earth, the situation in front of him, which others may see as disturbing and at a loss, was actually comfortable for Mo Shili.
Comfortable.
Even before perfecting his words, he had time to glance at the remaining 16 points and recall the items in the first two rows of [Qiankun Ring].
The sun rises and the moon sets.
All night long.
Early the next morning, the hunchbacked middle-aged man came back.
Boom, boom.
The other party was very polite and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Mo Shili, who was just taking a nap with his eyes closed, not daring to fall asleep, opened his eyes instantly.
"Enter!"
His throat, which had not been exposed to water for a long time, had become hoarse. Coupled with the residual smell of blood in the house, Mo Shili, who was lying on the bed, felt a little weaker out of thin air.
"Little brother, lie down quickly. Where is Mr. Wang? Why did he let you alone in the house?"
When the door opened, Mo Shili gritted his teeth and stood up. The middle-aged man quickly came over and motioned for Mo Shili to lie down.
At the same time, he frowned and displeasure appeared on his face.
"Yesterday, after Mr. Wang and the doctor left, I haven't seen Mr. Wang again.
Sir, have you found my uncle?"
Mo Shili had an anxious look on his face and he just sat up. During this process, the wound was torn again, leaving a faint bright red color.
"There are some clues."
"But we are still a little short of finding your uncle."
"As long as I wait patiently for a while, little brother, I will have accurate information."
The middle-aged man comforted Mo Shili and lay down. He smiled throughout the whole process and told lies without blinking. Until he finished speaking, he calmly looked outside the door to see the policeman who was on duty yesterday.
Stand there quickly.
The moment he caught the middle-aged man's gaze, the policeman's body trembled.
"Where's the shadow figure?"
"King, Mr. Wang didn't bring the painter."
The detective said bravely.
"Come find the painter."
The middle-aged man said this, and the policeman ran out as if he had been granted amnesty.
Mo Shili looked at the other party's panicked back without saying a word.
He knew that the other party was dead.
He could clearly see that kind of ghost in his heart even while he was lying here. It was impossible for the middle-aged man not to notice it.
But Mo Shili had no more feelings.
Everyone needs to pay the price for their choices.
after all……
Just strangers!
When the middle-aged man turned back, a smile appeared on his face again.
"My dear brother, please forgive me. Mr. Wang also made a mistake while busy. The painter will be here soon."
The other person said words of relief.
Mo Shili's heart trembled again.
Even though he knew there was something wrong internally, he could still talk to him here calmly and calmly. The other party was more difficult to deal with than he thought.
Facing such an opponent, Mo Shili could only do his duty as a 'nephew'.
"Please must save my uncle."
"OK."
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.
Later, during the period when the painter arrived, the middle-aged man and Mo Shili continued to do household chores.
Fortunately, 'Xiao' has big plans and is not stingy with the early investment. The [identity card] contains complete information. When the information synchronization is completed, Mo Shili has a detailed understanding of his 'hometown' and 'reference'.
They all have a very deep understanding of their identity.
"Not easy!"
"It's not easy to have to go into such a dense forest at such a young age and have to stay up until midnight to collect ginseng!"
Listening to Mo Shili's narration of some secret things that only the guests knew, the middle-aged man sighed repeatedly, then stood up and motioned to the waiting painter to enter the room, but he left temporarily.
Also leaving with him was the policeman.
Mo Shili had no more pleasantries with the painter.
Laying paper and grinding ink.
Under Mo Shili's narration, the artist moved his pen repeatedly, and the attacker's face gradually appeared on the paper.
Looking at the portrait, Mo Shili's eyes were filled with surprise.
The artist in front of me didn't know where he came from. He only relied on verbal descriptions to draw a person who was 70% or 80% similar. He even managed to capture a bit of the charm of that person's gaze.
It’s really amazing!
Mo Shili praised in his heart, but at this moment, the middle-aged man who had just left came back.
But the policeman who left together did not return.
A policeman whom Mo Shili had never seen took his place. He stood there with a solemn face and his eyes fixed on his face.
The middle-aged man who entered the room immediately saw the portrait on one side.
