Chapter 191: The Aesthetics of Violence
Although no one spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became a little delicate, and everyone subconsciously looked at Wang Ling and the two.
"Count ......"
"Then thank you Mr. Yang Ming. β
As soon as Wang Ling wanted to speak, he was pinched by Juan Fu and swallowed his words back. Yang Ming smiled, asked the little naughty to put the dagger in the box, and sent it to the two of them.
"It's better to have weapons this time than empty-handed, isn't it? Juan Fu opened the box, looked at it for a while, and handed it to Wang Ling, "You take it." β
The dagger was held in his hand, it was not as cold as he imagined, and the whole thing exuded a trace of quaintness, although it was rusty, but it could still be seen that there were some strange symbols carved on its blade.
Presumably, this is the soul mark of the blade, which looks somewhat similar to the awakened soul seal. However, it is more likely that this resemblance is a bunch of messy lines in Wang Ling's opinion, after all, what the two guys in Cardin can't understand, he doesn't have to bother.
The collections that appeared in the back were not as bizarre as Wang Ling thought, most of them were things that bounty hunters would be interested in, and there was even information about the so-called treasures that were sold as collections, and it seemed to confirm that someone had found something.
Wang Ling was very interested in these things, listening to them with relish, Juan Fu was not very interested, she had been staring at Yang Ming, as if she had seen something, the corners of her mouth raised a playful arc, and her fingers tapped down on the armrest.
"Little naughty, bring our ninth collection of today. β
The golden cover cloth can see the shape of two horns, and under the illumination of the light, you can see that there seem to be two crossed knives in the cloth, and as the cloth is removed, two elegant and violent "beauties" appear in front of everyone.
"Oh my God!" Juan Fu had to shift his attention from Yang Ming to the top of the knife, her eyes almost jumped out of her heart, although Wang Ling wondered how she could be so interested in knives as a girl, but I had to say that the knife was so beautiful.
The grip is wound in the same material as a Persian carpet, woven with fine threads made of cashmere, silk and cotton, and the shape of an eye is drawn on the pupil, and the pupil is placed with pigeonstone on one side and opal on the other.
If these are just embellishments, then the blade is the real beauty. Woods steel, the so-called Indian native steel, has a unique pattern on its surface that is the best status symbol. It has not been corroded by vegetable acid, and the extremely fine lines can only appear after thousands of hammers of the finest "Indian iron".
Although the Soul Seal Dagger just now was almost unmatchable in sharpness after urging the Soul Oracle, the sharpness of these two weapons almost pierced people's eyes.
The near-perfect recurved design and the wide back of the knife speak for itself: it is a pair of Gurkha scimitars. Persia, India, and Nepal, three countries with deep knowledge of weapons, have been integrated into this pair of murder weapons.
Needless to say, this is the rarest and most terrifying cold weapon in the world, and of course cheaters who can unleash soul oracles cannot be counted. Yang Ming didn't prepare a box for them, but an armed belt that allowed the user to directly tuck the knife to the side of his thigh, and it really shouldn't be hidden by the box.
"The starting price is $1 million. Yang Ming's introduction can be said to be short and concise to the extreme.
"$1.5 million. Juan Fu's shot did not surprise Wang Ling, this hot girl applied for funds from the family before the auction began, but the soul seal dagger was given to him directly by Yang Ming, and she must have held a large amount of gold dollars in her hand.
However, the rest of the rich people are not going to give up easily, and two excellent weapons can help them gain a lot of confidence when receiving bounty tasks.
The final price was a staggering $3.3 million, you must know that this price even bought an enzo and a 488sPIDeR, and the buyer was naturally Juan Fu who was about to stand on the chair.
He suspected that in the end, the others did not lose in financial resources, but more likely in aura, Juan Fu, if you buy the knife, I will fight with you, it is really a little obvious.
Yang Ming couldn't laugh a little and let the little naughty directly send the knife to Juan Fu, Juan Fu held them one by one, and suddenly pulled them up from the plank with a sudden force. The nails flicked on the blade and let out a pleasant moan.
"It's two good things, I'm worried that I don't have a weapon, so I'll open the light for him today. Juan Fu didn't care that he was wearing a dress skirt, and directly tied the armed belt to his body, and inserted two knives into the knife pocket.
"What do you mean?" Wang Ling wondered.
Juan Fu pointed to his eyes, "Someone told me they couldn't help it. β
Boom! Suddenly there was a cracking sound and a screeching engine roar outside, and the side of the banquet hall was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and Wang Ling turned his head to find that the door to the upper level of the pool, that is, the temporary ward, had been kicked and broken, and two guys wearing similar biochemical suits from head to toe and wearing gas masks were running out with Andrew, and then he threw them into the back seat of a Cayenne.
The Cayenne was obviously modified, the whistle of the air valve and the sound of the tires grinding even through the window, Cayenne crashed into the two guards, and rushed towards the gate, and another man ran out of the passage, carrying a box in his hand, which should be a test tube.
"What's going on?" Yang Ming was stunned for a while, he jumped like thunder, roared and ordered his subordinates to chase after him, and he was also going to go downstairs, but there were two people blocking his way, and after seeing them, Yang Ming's face suddenly became ugly, "What are you going to do?"
At the same time, there were also Wang Ling and the two of them, to be exact, in the entire room, only a few customers were shocked, they didn't know what was going on, and they were completely subconsciously about to run, including Emerson's father.
"You... You are not them, who are you?" he fell to the ground after being punched by a man, his mouth and nose covered in blood, and he shouted indistinctly.
"We're still us. More than a dozen people, men and women, young and old, took off their masks at the same time. "It always is, it's just never what you think. β
"Old Emerson!"
Yang Ming shouted bitterly, a sharp blade had pierced old Emerson's neck, the mask fell, old Emerson fell to the ground, he wanted to cover his wounds, but the arteries had been cut off, and where could his hands cover it.
Hot fountains of blood gushed from his fingers, staining the sumptuous bohemian carpet red. Yang Ming's eyes suddenly turned red, and he shook off the two people who were holding him, and rushed over to support old Emerson.
"I... My sonβ" Old Emerson's mouth was full of blood, and he wanted to speak, but all the air in his lungs escaped from the trachea that had been cut off together, and he had to open his mouth and make a few mouth shapes, and he died.
"Why, why?!I've done what you asked, why do you have to do this!Brown, you answer me!"
"Hehehe. The tall and thin man standing at the front laughed grimly, "Why? Don't you count it yourself? Do you think you made those little moves that we don't know, your humble blood, just a bedbug, and I still want to be confused, it's too humorous." You are also so bold that you dare to give them weapons in front of me, why, do you want to see us fight, so you can take the opportunity to run away?"
After saying that, the guy named Brown flew up and kicked Yang Ming on the shoulder, the huge difference in body shape between the two did not cause any effect, Yang Ming, the old bounty hunter, was kicked out without any power to fight back, and smashed the table at the auction just now.
The little mischievous was also caught and tied to a chair, and a lewd-looking guy with a pimple face was groping her face, listening to her screams and laughing.
That Brown no longer looked at Yang Ming, but turned to Wang Ling and the others, who were confronting a few guys.
"Who are you?"
"It's a pity, I thought I could catch one of the two psychopaths of the soul hunter, but I didn't expect the soul hunter to be so calm, and after getting the information of z-III., I only took two hairy boys to come over to investigate. Well... Trials? Your two backgrounds shouldn't be simple, maybe you can catch the two of you and replace those two psychopaths. β
Wang Ling quickly thought of who he was talking about, could this guy be talking about Cardin and Erdova? Yes, it must be! How could he know so much about soul hunting, he must not be the so-called bounty hunter, he...
"You're a geist!"
"Hmph, the brain melon is quite good, so you decide whether to lie down on your own, or do you want to eat some flesh and skin?"
"I'll eat Nima's head!" Wang Ling pulled out the dagger that had not been in his pocket for a long time, his heart was full of anger at this time, and he felt a fiery power in his body surging along the veins, and the dagger in his hand trembled lightly as if it were in response to him.
"Looks like you're not as smart as I thought. Brown pursed his lips disdainfully and waved at Wang Ling, "Take it!"
The group of people standing around them immediately roared like mad dogs and rushed up, it turned out that these people were all geists, and their eyes were as red as ghosts.
"Wang Liding, support!" Wang Ling shouted in the channel.
The current Wang Ling, although he still doesn't know how to release his soul oracle, but after going through so much, he is no longer the Shabi boy who panics easily, and he can still feel the enhancement of his physical fitness.
"Hold on, there's an ambush downstairs!" Wang Liding was also fighting on his side, and it sounded very fierce.
The first to have results was Juan Fu's side, Wang Ling had just used the sharpness of the dagger to cut off half of a guy with a finger tiger with him, and Juan Fu had already put down two people.
Her fighting style is very similar to Leng Rui, she can already predict other people's movements, she can dodge in advance or... Meet her blade.
The two Gurkha scimitars showed a completely different kind of use in her hands, which could be said to be the aesthetics of violence, the two knives were as dexterous as butterflies, and the elegant knife patterns danced in the air with beautiful light and shadow, without a trace of blood.
In just a few moments, two geists fell down clutching their necks, unable to pick them up again.