When Butler Qian saw Zhang Cong's look, he just laughed and continued:
"My young master is knowledgeable and memorized, and he knows everything from astronomy to geography. As soon as he saw your grandmother's grave, my young master saw that there was no ventilation in the front and no water in the back. It was a very bad grave.
My young master also has good intentions and asked us to help move your grandmother's grave.
The old tomb was in disrepair for a long time, and the soil was hard. It took a lot of effort for me to open the tomb.
I carried the grave and searched for it for a long time. Finally, my son found a good place, which was in the mud of the river to the west.
This is very particular. Before the burial, my young master even ordered a few of us to urinate on the coffin. This urine was also explained clearly.
That is to sprinkle gold juice on the coffin, and future generations will have endless gold and silver treasures. Our young master takes care of you so much, why don't you kneel down quickly and face our young master..."
Before Butler Qian finished speaking, he felt an afterimage flash past in front of him, and then something soft and tender got stuck in his throat. It took all his strength to spit it out.
When I came out and put it in my hand, I saw that it was a severed tongue.
Butler Qian looked at the tongue in his hand, and just as he was about to scream, he felt a strong pain in his mouth sweeping through his body, and he could no longer open his mouth to speak.
Just when Butler Qian was in great pain, an afterimage appeared behind Butler Qian, it was Zhang Cong.
The next moment, Zhang Cong violently kicked the steward Qian's legs. With two clicks, a gloomy white bone pierced the skin at the joints and protruded straight out. Steward Qian
He knelt down on the ground involuntarily.
Not far away, the place where Zhang Cong used to be was now empty, leaving only a spiritual tablet placed directly in front of Butler Qian.
And everyone was affected by the cry, and when they came back to their senses, they saw Zhang Cong, who was standing in front of everyone, suddenly appeared behind the servant who was chattering just now. He was holding a broken sword in his hand, and his eyes were cold.
looking at the crowd.
When he looked down, he realized that it was his own tongue!
The sound of bones breaking that everyone just heard was the sound made by Zhang Cong's kick that broke steward Qian's legs.
When everyone saw this scene, they immediately panicked. No one saw Zhang Cong's actions clearly, but the steward Qian who had just been sarcastic about Zhang Cong had his tongue chopped off and his legs broken in an instant by Zhang Cong.
, I will never be able to speak again in this life!
"All of you, kneel down and kowtow to the spiritual throne." Zhang Cong looked at the servants around him coldly and said this coldly.
The servants were suddenly frightened, and everyone knew that Zhang Cong had extraordinary abilities. At this moment, the identities of the group suddenly changed.
The servants all dropped the long knives in their hands, knelt down and kowtowed to the spiritual tablet.
Zhang Cong just said one word to everyone and ignored them. Wang Qianye now had a long knife in his hand. He was still sitting on the Grand Master's chair with a relaxed look on his face, looking at Zhang Cong coldly.
"Everyone, get up. If anyone kowtows again, I will kill him first." When all the servants heard Wang Qianye's words, they immediately stopped kowtowing.
After all, Wang Qianye and his servants are quite aware of his character. This Wang Qianye is narrow-minded. In the palace, if any slave servant angers Wang Qianye, that slave servant will be completely punished the next day.
disappear from the world.
Everyone knew it very well, because most of them relied on these people to dump the body and disappear, so that this matter was not known to the outside world.
The head of the Wang family knew about this, but he just turned a blind eye and didn't pay much attention to it. This made Wang Qianye even more aggressive in killing people.
To describe Wang Qianye as murderous is not an exaggeration at all. There are dozens of people killed in his hands. At this moment, offending Zhang Cong is also a death, and offending Wang Qianye is also a death. Everyone is in a dilemma, so they simply stop
After kowtowing, he just bent down and lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head even a little.
Zhang Cong walked towards Wang Qianye step by step. Wang Qianye suddenly raised the long knife and pointed it directly at Zhang Cong.
"Nude Legs, you are really impressive, but those two moves of yours can't scare me." After saying that, Wang Qianye suddenly used the Taishi chair to flip towards Zhang Cong, and used a kite to turn over.
The long knife in his hand spun twice and struck directly towards Zhang Cong's face.
With just one move, it can be seen that Wang Qianye has probably had some experience in martial arts. His movements are quite skillful and he can be seen as a martial artist.
The long knife turned with Wang Qianye's body and was about to cut Zhang Cong's face. Wang Qianye's eyes widened in anger and he shouted: "Go to hell."
Just when he was full of pride, the long sword that was originally gaining momentum suddenly stopped moving forward, as if there was a wall in front of Zhang Cong. No matter how hard Wang Qianye used his strength, it was difficult to penetrate.
The next moment, Wang Qianye only saw Zhang Cong, who had his head lowered, suddenly raised his head and smiled at himself. That smile was like a sharp weapon, and the hair on Wang Qianye's body suddenly exploded. He quickly put it away.
With a long sword, he wanted to retreat and distance himself from Zhang Cong.
But almost at the same time, Wang Qianye suddenly found that his whole body was unable to move, as if he was being tied up.
The next moment, Zhang Cong raised an arm and stretched two fingers in front of Wang Qianye. The fingers suddenly moved upward for a while, but Wang Qianye was like a puppet on strings, being pulled by invisible strings.
In mid-air.
The servants kneeling aside saw the scene in front of them, and one of them seemed to see the doorway inside.
"This... this... this is using Qi to control objects. You are a monk, you are an immortal, please forgive me, immortal." As he said that, the servant kowtowed crazily to Zhang Cong. The others heard that Zhang Cong was actually
The monk's hair suddenly stood on end, and everyone began to kowtow crazily.
"Immortal, we really don't want to dig up your ancestral graves and dismantle your family's spiritual tablets. These are all things Wang Qianye forced us to do. If we don't do this immoral thing, Wang Qianye will definitely kill us when we return to the palace.
We are the first class."
As soon as the man finished speaking, someone echoed.
"Yes, yes, these things are all bad ideas from Steward Qian. They were ordered by Wang Qianye and have nothing to do with us at all. We are really forced to do nothing."
The group of people immediately begged for mercy, but Zhang Cong seemed not to hear them and remained unmoved at all.
Zhang Cong looked at Wang Qianye with a fierce look on his face, his limbs spread out and standing upright in the air. The next moment, Zhang Cong's mind moved, and a crisp sound of cracking bones came from Wang Qianye's wrists.
It came from everywhere. Zhang Cong was currently controlling his spiritual energy to exert pressure on Wang Qianye's arms inch by inch.
If you observe carefully, you can see that Wang Qianye's wrist gradually flattened as if two weights were pressed on it. The whole process was quite slow, causing Wang Qianye's screams to continue.
The man who was kneeling on the ground was frightened to death. Everyone was kowtowing desperately, and no one dared to look in the direction of the two of them. By the time Wang Qianye's entire arm bones were cut by an inch,
After an inch of pressure, Zhang Cong withdrew his spiritual energy. Immediately afterwards, a small vortex of spiritual energy formed on Zhang Cong's finger.
Wang Qianye, who had been arrogant just now, was like a prodigal dog. He raised his head with difficulty and took a fierce sip of saliva at Zhang Cong. With crazy laughter, Wang Qianye looked at Zhang Cong fiercely.
"Come on, Mud Legs, is this all you have? If you can, kill me with one knife. Come on."
Zhang Cong seemed to laugh and said in a cold voice: "It's not that easy to die. It's just the beginning."
