Where did this Ye Long come from? This question immediately arose in Zhou Lingwu's mind. He was now certain that the headache he had just now was caused by Ye Long's mischief. Could it be that Ye Long was a poison master who was proficient in poisons?
This can also explain why I have a sudden headache and why I am now
After hearing the hallucinations, it is not surprising that Ye Long is proficient in medical skills and is also proficient in poison. Zhou Lingwu has made up his mind that Ye Long is the person he must kill, and he will find Brother Da to kill him when he returns.
, no matter what kind of miracle doctor you are or what kind of poison master, I want you to die without a burial place!
With this in mind, Zhou Lingwu packed up his clothes and left the villa rented by the old blacksmith. Seeing Zhou Lingwu leave in despair, Ye Long smiled contemptuously, and then focused on the old blacksmith.
He didn't care at all about what Zhou Lingwu was thinking about and how he planned to retaliate against him. Zhou Cen fell into his own hands at the beginning. Could it be that you, Zhou Lingwu, could still cause some trouble?
The old blacksmith must be as wary of him as he is of him. In this case, Ye Long will never believe that the old blacksmith is unprepared. There must be an ambush where he leads him, but with Zhu Xinyan around him, compared to
The old blacksmith would not do anything excessive. He believed that the old blacksmith would not choose to cause trouble for him at this time and really fall out with him. In this case, the losses suffered now will be recovered in the future.
"We're here."
The old blacksmith's face was sullen, and the obvious scar on his neck made the old blacksmith look terrifying.
"Uncle, this is..." Zhu Xinyan looked at the gloomy place in front of her. This was the first time Zhu Xinyan came to such a place. It was also the first time she saw the old blacksmith showing such an expression in front of her. She couldn't help but feel sad.
Zhu Xinyan was a little scared.
"Wait here, little bastard, come in with me!"
The old blacksmith stopped Zhu Xinyan at the door with an expressionless face. After Ye Long heard this, he walked in fearlessly. Seeing Ye Long's back gradually disappearing into the iron gate, Zhu Xinyan showed a worried look on her face.
Wouldn't he harm Ye Long because of his kind actions?
Regardless of Zhu Xinyan's worries, the place where the old blacksmith brought the two of them was really weird. Not only was the light dim, but it was also surrounded by mud-like muddy objects. Waves of fishy smell came from these objects, and it seemed vaguely like they could
Seeing dried and coagulated blood on the floor, ceiling, and walls gives people an eerie feeling.
Sleeping, looking at these scenes, Zhu Xinyan mistakenly thought that she was in a horror movie for a moment. The more she thought about it, the more frightened Zhu Xinyan felt. She squatted on the ground with her head in her hands. She did not dare to lean against the wall.
She also didn't dare to sit on the floor, because she always felt that a pair of bloody hands would stretch out from the wall and grab her tightly into the wall.
After seeing Ye Long enter the house, the old blacksmith slowly closed the heavy iron door. Because it had not been taken care of for many years, the iron door was covered with rust. The "squeaking" sound that came from closing the iron door echoed in the empty space.
The room seemed extremely noisy.
Ye Long calmly looked at the scene around him. He found that this place was more like a refrigerator for storing frozen meat than a room, because Ye Long found that there were many thin iron wires hanging out of the surrounding walls.
There were things like human legs hanging on them, some of which had been cut long ago, while others seemed to have been newly cut, and blood that had not dried up slowly flowed out from the incisions.
If Zhu Xinyan followed him in and saw the scene in front of him, he would definitely faint. Not only was the picture in this room horrifying, but the smell was also very choking. Ye Long concentrated his spiritual power on his mouth and nose to barely filter out the fresh air that he could breathe.
, the pungent smell of blood when he first entered the house was unbearable. Ye Long dared to confirm that if anyone stayed in this room for an hour, they would definitely get sick.
"Old Liang, what do you think of this man?"
The old blacksmith locked the iron door and asked in a deep voice. Monk Ye Longzhang Er couldn't figure it out. This old man must have Alzheimer's disease. Who are he talking to? There are only me and the old guy in the room.
, who is this old Liang?
But soon Ye Long realized that there was probably someone in this room that he couldn't even detect. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately unleashed his mental power, and everyone within a radius of 500 meters
All living things are under Ye Long's control. Ye Long is convinced that there are only himself and the old blacksmith in his detection range, and there is no other person.
"You did bring me good ingredients this time."
A strange voice sounded from inside the house. Ye Long looked for it, but there was nothing at the source of the sound. It was as if there was an invisible person standing in front of him. Ye Long realized in his heart that this person might be someone he had met in his life.
The most powerful enemy he has ever experienced, because his cultivation level is already above the early stage of the Golden Core stage, or even above the Golden Core stage, because he can surpass his own perception. Otherwise, Ye Long would not be able to see even his body shape.
"Oh? It's just a younger body, what's so good about it?"
The old blacksmith was a little curious when he heard the mysterious man's words in the room, so he asked.
"Of course you don't know what's good with your naked eyes. If I hadn't been here today, you would have died in the hands of this kid."
"Really or not, I can't kill a child if I shoot?"
"You can try shooting."
When the mysterious man said this, the old blacksmith became curious. He took out a revolver made of pure gold, flipped the bolt, pointed it at Ye Long and pulled the trigger. Ye Long watched this process with cold eyes. Compared with the old blacksmith,
For the blacksmith, Ye Long is now more wary of things he can't see at the moment.
"Bang!"
Once the old blacksmith was sure that the gun would not deflect, he pulled the trigger without thinking. A bullet from the Type 95 revolver quickly sprang out from the chamber and rushed towards Ye Long with lightning speed.
Ye Long was extremely angry at the old blacksmith's tentative behavior. He turned his head to see the direction of the bullet, squeezed it gently with both hands, and his spiritual power shot out from his fingers, instantly entangling the bullet that was coming towards him.
, only a few microseconds separated it.
Ye Long dragged the bullet, turned it around to accumulate power, and then let the bullet return to its original path and rushed towards the old blacksmith. Seeing this scene, the old blacksmith was so shocked that he threw away his gun and sat down on the ground in fear.
"Help, help, save me quickly! Lao Liang, save me quickly!"
The old blacksmith said in panic, how could he still look as arrogant and domineering as before.