Hearing this, Wang Laoba's face changed, and he turned around and was about to run.

"What are you doing?" the dirty monk hurriedly stopped him.

"Run!" Wang Laoba glanced at the darkness over there, and said, "He has got the things left by the murderous maniac, shall we stay here and wait for death?" This matter of your two brothers has nothing to do with me, I will leave first!"

"What are you going to go!" the dirty monk waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be afraid, he is scaring you." You should know that the things in the three doors left by Guiguzi can only be used by those who have entered it to exert their greatest effect. Even if this person imparts the contents to future generations, the effect will be greatly reduced. Even if he gets the secret technique left by that murderer, it will not have any effect on him now, and his strength will not be improved in the slightest. Otherwise, it's not that we're waiting for him here, it's that he's coming for me!"

Wang Laoba stood in place in disbelief, looked at the darkness over there, and said, "But ...... What does that pitch black mean?"

"It's just a trick!" the dirty monk raised his voice: "Senior brother, you can deceive others with this little thing, but you can't deceive me." Now that you're here, come and sit down!"

After a while, a soft sigh came from the darkness and said, "I have always said that in this world, the only person who knows me best is you, senior brother." It seems that it is really not easy to deceive you!"

With this voice, in the darkness, a bald monk slowly walked out. The monk was dressed in a blood-red robe, and the robe was red as if it was dripping blood. This monk's face is also very vicious, and the most frightening thing is his eyes. Except for the black eyeballs, the rest of the whites of the eyes are all blood red, which looks very terrifying.

"Blood-clothed monk!" Wang Laoba couldn't help but exclaim, and immediately called out the monk's name.

This person turned out to be the master of the killing door, famous all over the world, and can be compared with Shen Tianjun, the king of Southern Boxing, Li Changqing, the king of Northern Boxing, Helian Tiehua, the general of the Mongolian District, and the purple-clothed lama!

If the killer is here, it will definitely boil. The blood-clothed monk has been missing for more than ten years, and today he actually appeared here, so wouldn't he have to regain his glory after killing the door?

The blood-clothed monk glanced at Wang Laoba coldly and said, "Wang Laoba, you are quite lenient." I said, how do I know that I am going to pass through here just because my senior brother is an old stubborn. It turned out that I was looking for you, the heir of the iron calculation gate, and calculated the route I was going to take. Hmph, Wang Laoba, if you do these things, aren't you afraid that the Iron Calculation Gate will be completely wiped out?"

Wang Laoba was a little embarrassed, quietly took a step back, and said, "Monk in blood, you have nothing to do with your senior brother. You know that I am a person, others have been kind to me, and I will definitely try my best to reciprocate. Your brother has done me a favor before, and I thank him this time. Besides, I'll forget it, your senior brother can't keep you at all this time, and it won't have much impact on you!"

"Hmph, do you still need to say this?" The blood-clothed monk said coldly: "Senior brother, you have been chasing me for so many years, and you have always been unable to help me, don't you feel tired? We are two senior brothers, what grievances cannot be resolved, do you have to kill me? You keep telling me that you want to cultivate liberation, are you considered liberation? Actually, it is you who have been living in hatred, and I have really been liberated!"

The dirty monk sighed and said, "Senior brother, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

"Okay, senior brother, how many times have you said this sentence to me over the years!" The blood-clothed monk said: "What is the sea of suffering? I think Wang Laoba is very right, this world of flowers is really the world of bliss." Hmph, those who are incapable are suffering, and those who are capable are not bitter at all. If you look at this society, who is rich, powerful, and capable, who does not live a dashing life? But those good men and women are trampled under the feet of these people, and they don't even have the ability to resist. I sue you, this society is the fairest, and ability determines a qiē. Wolves eat meat, dogs eat, the weak eat the strong, this is the only rule of survival!"

The dirty monk shook his head slowly and said, "Senior brother, you have already fallen into the demon too deeply. You know, human nature is inherently good......"

"Senior brother, don't tell me about that set of human nature that is inherently good!" The blood-clothed monk directly interrupted the dirty monk's words and said, "I sue you, human nature is not good, and human nature is evil. This society, position and ability determine whether you are a good person or an evil person. Do you think those people who are trying to survive on the streets every day are good people? Hmph, I tell you, in this society, there are no good people, everyone is evil. Those so-called good people, once they have enough power and enough strength, they will immediately become evil. Even, much more vicious than those wicked people who now have power and strength!"

"Senior brother, your opinion is too extreme!" said the dirty monk.

"Extreme?" the blood-clothed monk smiled coldly and said, "Senior brother, over the years, you have seen a lot of people in this society, do you think there are a few good people in this world?" Hmph, if you think my thoughts are extreme, then good, why don't we make a bet!"

"What bet?" said the dirty monk.

"I'll show you with facts that those so-called poor people, those who were honest before, once they have enough strength, how terrifying they will become!" The blood-clothed monk said in a deep voice: "Moreover, in order to get stronger strength, what terrible things they will do. ”

The dirty monk shook his head and said, "How can you bet on this?"

"I'll choose one person and give him enough strength, and then, let's see how many people he can kill!" The blood-clothed monk said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, I can sue you, if this person has enough strength, he will not only kill all his former enemies, but will continue to kill and never stop." If he doesn't stop, it means that you have lost, senior brother. If he stops, I've lost, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Wang Laoba was immediately unhappy, and said: "There is something wrong with what you said, what do you mean for him to stop? If this person stops killing people for ten years or eight years, then is it considered that you lose or you win? If he dies suddenly, then who loses and who wins? When you make this bet, it is clear that you are deliberately cheating on your senior brother!"

"Wang Laoba, are you impatient?" The blood-clothed monk glanced at Wang Laoba coldly and said, "Others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid." Even if I kill you, who will dare to come to me?"

Wang Laoba was obviously very jealous of the blood-clothed monk, took a step back, and said: "Blood-clothed monk, don't scare me, Lao Tzu has calculated, Lao Tzu is not a short-lived person!"

The blood-clothed monk said coldly: "Hmph, even if I can't kill you, it's not difficult to make you lose an arm or a leg or something, don't you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"

Wang Laoba opened his mouth, but finally didn't dare to speak anymore. This blood-clothed monk has always been crazy in his work, and if he really broke his arms and legs or something, then he would suffer a big loss.

"Okay!" At this moment, the dirty monk suddenly spoke: "I'll bet with you!"

"Hey!" Wang Laoba immediately became anxious, and just wanted to speak, but the blood-clothed monk laughed directly: "Senior brother, sure enough, you are still heroic." With your straightforward character, even if I lose, junior brother, I will be willing!"

The dirty monk was not moved by the blood-clothed monk's words, but only looked at him quietly and said, "But, which person are you going to choose to make this bet?" Also, how do you let him master enough strength?"

"This is very simple...... "The blood-clothed monk took out an ancient book and a rusty short knife from his body, and said, "Do you know what these two things are?"

The dirty monk frowned slightly, stared at the ancient book and the short knife, and said, "This ...... This can't be something left over from that murderer, right?"

"Senior brother is really well-informed!" the blood-clothed monk nodded: "This is what that murderer left behind, brought out of Guiguzi's dead door." The book is called the Book of Murder, and this knife is called the Murder Knife. The person who holds this murder book and the murder knife will increase his strength every time he kills a person. The more people you kill, the stronger that person will be. That murderer must have relied on these two things to achieve that kind of strength!"

"Is it really fake?" Wang Laoba's eyes widened and said, "Killing people will increase your strength, are you kidding?"

"At first I didn't believe it, so I got someone to try it and asked him to take these two things and kill someone. The blood-clothed monk said: "I watched carefully for a while, and finally discovered the mystery here. It turns out that after killing someone with these two things, these two things will automatically absorb the blood of the deceased and transport it into the body of the murderer, slowly changing the meridian structure of the killer, so that the strength of the killer will gradually become stronger. ”

The blood-clothed monk paused for a moment and said, "This method is very similar to a secret technique of killing people that has been circulated in Miao Jiang. Miao Jiang used Gu worms to absorb the blood of the deceased, and then let the Gu worms enter the body and change the body's meridians to improve people's strength. I don't know if it's the people of Miao Jiang who imitated the secret techniques left by Guiguzi. It's still Guiguzi, borrowing from Miao Jiang's secret techniques, in short, this method is feasible. With these two things, you can continuously improve a person's strength!"

"Is it really fake?" Wang Laoba still had doubts, and said: "Why do I think you are deceiving people? Since using these two things can continuously improve a person's strength, why don't you use it? Don't you want to improve your own strength? Do you want to play any tricks again?"