"Huhu..." Outside Foshan City, there is an open space with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Green grass is flying on the ground. There is silence all around, except for the whistling wind.
In this open space, there is a cemetery. On the cement-paved tombstone are two black and white photos, a man and a woman. You can vaguely recognize the appearance of the two people in life.
Jiang Li bowed to the tombstone and threw Mr. Jishan on the ground.
"Uh..." His forehead hit the ground, causing Mr. Jishan to wake up in pain. Regardless of the dirty dirt on his body, Jishan opened his blue eyes and saw Jiang Li standing in front of him for the first time.
"You're awake, do you know where this place is?" Jiang Li did not turn around, and his indifferent voice reached Mr. Jishan's ears.
"Gudong..." The American's eyes glanced at the two photos of the tombstone, and his pupils suddenly tightened.
"You...you are..." Ji Shan looked at Jiang Li with trembling lips, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were ashen.
"It seems that you have remembered it." Jiang Li raised his head, his face expressionless.
"Let me go, please, let me go. I can give you money and gold. Please let me go." Mr. Jishan hugged Jiang Li's legs and spoke in broken Chinese.
, a pair of eyes filled with the desire to survive.
No one wants to die, others don't want to, let alone good deeds. He came to this country and has a status that he doesn't have in the United States. Here, he is a human being, and he can kill others with just one sentence. Those yellow-skinned pigs have seen it.
He had to kneel down to speak.
And the women here can play with money. This place is like paradise to him. He doesn't want to die, he still wants to live and continue to enjoy it.
Now, in order to survive, he is willing to kneel down to the yellow-skinned pig in front of him, which he has never looked down on, as long as he can live.
Jishan's body was trembling, and he looked at Jiang Li expectantly.
"Live. It turns out you want to live too. What about them? Do they deserve to die? But for a mere house, you sent people to kill them. Jishan, who do you think you are?" Jiang Li squatted down,
With an expressionless face, he stared at Ji Shan who was streaming with tears, and spoke coldly,
"Don't forget, what you are standing under is the land of China. China, even if it is seriously ill now, cannot allow you, a barbarian from outside the territory, to dominate here. I, the descendants of Yan and Huang, will repay kindness and revenge.
, when you order your subordinates to carry out assassinations, you should think of today."
Jiang Li grabbed Jishan's collar and threw him right in front of the tombstone. He turned his right hand and silver needles appeared in his five fingers.
"You...what do you want to do?" Mr. Jishan looked at Jiang Li with a fearful expression, his chest heaving rapidly, his hands dragging on the ground, and he kept moving back.
Jiang Li stepped on his chest, bent down, and quickly dropped five silver needles from his right hand, two of them were inserted into his forehead, and three were inserted into his chest.
"You, don't." Mr. Jishan looked at the trembling silver needle in his chest, his body kept shaking, his lower body went numb, and a smelly smell suddenly came out from between his legs.
Scared to the point of peeing.
Mr. Jishan's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and his eyes were full of violence, "Yellow-skinned pig, if you want to kill it, kill it. I will wait for you under Satan's seat."
Jiang Li glanced at him, put his right hand on his waist, and inserted several silver needles into Mr. Jishan's limbs and ankles one by one.
"You, what did you do?" Mr. Jishan's body froze. He felt that every part of his body was numb. He had no strength at all. Except for his tongue, he could not move at all.
He was filled with shock and anger, and his tone was trembling. This evil scene made his heart tremble, and he deeply regretted why he sent people to assassinate those two Chinese people in the first place.
If it had been...
Jiang Li looked at him with cold eyes, stretched out his hand and tapped the lower right third of Jishan's chest.
"There is an old saying in China, I don't know if you have heard of it. Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is. I, Jiang Li, have my own principles in doing things. Kill people to pay life, and pay debts to pay money. If you kill my parents, you will be punished as
You can use your life as compensation, but one life is not enough, I want to collect some interest first."
"You... uh... uh..." Mr. Jishan's eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and the blood vessels on his face were protruding one by one. He kept making "oooh" sounds in his mouth, as if he was suffering from great pain.
Jiang Li's medical skills may not be as good as Huang Feihong's, but after memorizing so many medical skills, he is not a novice who knows nothing. There are 365 main points on the 24 meridians on the human body, plus
He remembers the uses of thousands of other acupuncture points very clearly in his mind, including which ones are fatal, which ones block people's vitality, and which ones which dredge meridians and open meridians.
He first sealed the acupoints all over Mr. Jishan's body, blocking the flow of blood and Qi, making his body stiff and unable to move. Then he clicked five points below his Juque acupoint, which is called the pylorus. After being hit, his whole body felt like
Being bitten by countless ants is unbearable pain and most excruciating.
Now that Mr. Jishan is unable to move, this pain will be magnified ten times. This is the interest Jiang Li charges on him.
One minute...two minutes...ten minutes.
"Uh...ohhhh..." Mr. Jishan's screams became weaker and weaker. The blood vessels on his face were about to burst. The sweat on his body had soaked all his clothes. His eyes were fixed on Jiang.
Li, full of pleading.
"In the next life, don't come to China again." Jiang Li reached out and slapped him on the head. He spat out his strength, and the dark energy burst into his mind, twisting it to pieces.
Mr. Jishan's face looked ashen, his eyes widened with a hint of relief, his head tilted, and there was no more sound.
"Huh..." Jiang Li sat on the ground, his face uncertain, his expression changing. Finally, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
This was his third murder, but unlike the previous killing of Tiger and the dozen foreign gunmen, Jishan was the one who he watched helplessly suffer torture and die bit by bit. The impact made his heart
I couldn't calm down for a long time.
However, after a moment of panic and uneasiness, Jiang Li's heart strangely calmed down, without any disturbance.
"So, am I a cold-blooded person by nature?" Jiang Li looked at his hands and smiled slightly.
"Huh...it's over." Jiang Li stood up and looked at the sun in the sky, feeling as if a big stone had fallen to the ground.
Once Ji Shan dies, there are no more secret enemies, and he no longer has to worry about being assassinated all day long. In addition, the biggest cause and effect of coming to this world has been repaid, and from now on, he will live solely for himself.
Of course, if an American is assassinated, especially a person like Jishan who has various interests entangled in him, the Americans will definitely not let it go. Furthermore, the government will be under pressure to strictly examine the relationship between the Jiang family and Mr. Jishan.
Many people know about the grievances between them, and these are always a hidden danger.
He wasn't too worried about the pressure from the government. With the Jiang family's power in Guangdong, as long as there was no evidence, he thought no one would dare to provoke him. However, in this case, a few people would have to be on guard.
"Jiang Shimin, your family is harming others and yourself in this world. In this case, don't blame me." Thinking in his heart, Jiang Li's face became indifferent.
He waved a silver needle and inserted it into Jishan's head. Immediately, the corpse-transforming water soaked in blood instantly melted Jishan's corpse into a pool of blood.
"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, it's over." Jiang Li glanced at the photo of Jiang Shihua and his wife on the tombstone, flicked his robe, turned and left, and soon disappeared into the barren mountains, leaving only the puddle on the ground.
The blood seemed to be telling what happened just now.
