Everyone exclaimed again because they saw an incredible picture.
The scarred man's knife did not cut down, but stopped just a finger's distance above the young man's neck.
There was no panic in the young man's eyes, as if he knew everything well, and he knew that the knife would not fall.
"This young man is very lucky, and that scarred man doesn't want to kill him."
"I think so. This scarred man is really powerful."
"That's right, I was almost about to cut my neck, but who knew I would stop?"
"Yes, yes, this scarred man's control over the knife is really amazing..."
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Everyone was talking incessantly, and the surroundings gradually became noisy. However, everyone was even more surprised by the next scene. The noisy voice suddenly became quiet.
I saw that the man with the scar did not speak, and the expression on his face did not change. Everyone was puzzled, and when they looked carefully, they found that a red line gradually appeared on the neck of the man with the scar, and blood slowly flowed from the red line, and then the knife
The scarred man slowly fell backwards.
The knife left the young man's neck, and the scarred man fell to the ground.
The scarred man died, just like the hatchet on the ground, he lost his breath.
"He is dead?" came a voice from the crowd, containing disbelief.
No one answered, not to snub him, but because no one responded.
"Are you still sure now?" The young man smiled and stared at Huang Xiang in front of him.
Huang Xiang was in a daze after the scarred man suddenly fell down. He didn't even see clearly how the man died!
He swallowed, rolled his Adam's apple, and suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth, "Tie it up, tie it up, tie it up!"
The men behind him were startled, then quickly reacted and picked up the rope in their hands to tie up the man with a bruised nose and face.
The man did not dare to resist after being tied up, and even his eyes looking at He Yidao were full of fear.
He Yidao didn't even look at the man again. Instead, he looked at Huang Xiang.
Huang Xiang looked nervous. He finally realized how terrifying the young man in front of him was. He felt hatred for the man next to him. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have had a conflict with the monster in front of him.
Under the young man's gaze, Huang Lei's waist gradually bent a little.
"I want to see your boss." He Yidao said calmly.
Huang Lei was unsure for a moment because he didn't know how to answer the young man's question. Maybe it was not a question at all, but a request.
Huang Lei felt more and more thirsty. The calm pupils of the young man in front of him were like two scorching suns, emitting blazing light and constantly evaporating the water in his body. After a while, Huang Lei was already sweating profusely.
"The boss is not something you can just see if you want to." This is when an old voice came from the crowd.
Huang Lei seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, his face beaming with joy, "Mr. Xue, you are here."
Hearing this voice, Huang Lei felt confident and raised his chest again.
The crowd gradually made a way, and an old man walked slowly through the crowd with his hands behind his back, walking on old steps.
The old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, very senile, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The old man was not tall, with a stooped body and a height of about 1.7 meters.
The old man was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes. Those kind of cloth shoes have light heels, as if they weigh nothing, and are more suitable for the old man.
He Yidao narrowed his eyes and stared at the visitor. He felt a strong evil aura, which can only be formed by killing many people.
"Who is this old man?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Shh, don't talk. If you want to die, don't hold me back."
"He doesn't even know him. Have you heard of Blood Buddha?"
"Isn't he the Blood Buddha who takes pleasure in killing people?"
"Why is he called Blood Buddha? Isn't Buddha from the Buddhist family?"
"Keep your voice down, I heard that he is not a disciple of Buddhism, but just to find an excuse for himself to kill people to save others, he calls himself the Blood Buddha."
"Why is he here?"
"How do I know..."
"Then this young man is in danger..."
"Hey, it's none of our business."
There were constant discussions among the crowd, and some people even ran away when they saw the old man coming out, seeing that the situation was not going well.
"Have you killed many people?" He Yidao asked.
"I have killed some." The old man did not deny it. He looked at He Yidao with a smile on his face and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"
He Yidao smiled and pointed at the body on the ground, "Isn't this it?"
"Why did you kill him?" the old man asked.
"Because he wants to kill me." He Yidao said.
"Aren't you afraid of killing people?" the old man asked.
"Not afraid." He Yidao said.
"Do you like killing people?" the old man asked.
"I don't like it," He Yidao said.
"Then why did you kill people?" the old man asked.
"He wants to kill me." He Yidao said.
The old man's question and He Yidao's answer seemed to come back again.
The old man suddenly stopped talking, He Yidao didn't speak, and even the people who were discussing around him didn't speak. There was silence all around.
In the end it was the old man who broke the calm, "I like killing people."
He Yidao didn't speak, just watched calmly, as if waiting for his next words.
"I have killed all kinds of people, old people, children, pregnant women, etc." The old man smiled.
He Yidao still didn't speak.
"But I have killed so many people, but there is one person I want to kill the most."
"Why?" He Yidao finally said.
"Because I can't kill him." The old man said, with a kind of pain in his eyes.
"I just want to see your boss." He Yidao didn't want to know who that person was. He felt that it had nothing to do with him.
"If you kill me, you can meet the boss and know what you want to know." The old man said.
"I don't want to kill you." He Yidao said.
"Why?"
"I think it's more painful for you to live than to die, so I don't want to kill you." He Yidao ignored him and walked straight into the casino. No one dared to stop him, including the old man.
He went upstairs, opened a door, and saw a man in white clothes. His face was as white as his clothes. It looked like he was seriously ill.
"You're here." The man was a little weak, and his voice sounded weak.
"You knew I would come." He Yidao asked.
"I don't know." the man replied.
"Then why did you ask such a question?" He Yidao asked.
"Get used to it," the man said.
"I want to kill someone." He Yidao said.
"You can't kill someone with your martial arts skills?" the man asked.
"no."
"What is that?"
"I don't want to do anything." He Yidao said, staring at the eyes under the bloodless face.
"There is an organization called Yunwu Pavilion." The man said.
"Where can I find them?" He Yidao asked.
"Dongcheng, a medical clinic."
He Yidao left, alone. No one stopped him, not even the Blood Buddha.
Everyone in the casino was puzzled as to why the Blood Buddha didn't kill the young man.