Chapter Eighty-Six: Captain Wu

It is very pleasant to kill people violently and completely solve your worries.

However, there is no impermeable wall in the world, just had a conflict with the Hong family, and then it was convenient for the whole family to die, and the fool also knew that you did it, don't forget, the clown said the word "national security" at the beginning, in case a strange person came to investigate later, wouldn't it cause more trouble.

In front of Luo, opposite the drum, dignified, it is better to follow the rules, so that others can't find a little fault.

Nie Zheng doesn't matter, Su Ren will do whatever he says, as long as he is a good shadow and can protect the king.

His mind has been decided, no matter what He Shen says, Su Ren will not change his decision.

The ointment inside the jar was brown, looking like jelly, exuding a slight smell of wine and a faint medicinal aroma.

Digging a spoonful and eating it in his mouth reminded Su Ren of the wine candy he had eaten when he was a child, with both the taste of wine and the fragrance of plants and trees, the ointment melted in his mouth, and when it sank into his throat, he suddenly became hot, as if swallowing a piece of burning charcoal, and he could clearly feel the trajectory of the ointment flowing in his body.

Down the throat and across the chest.

"Boom"

The ointment erupted violently in the stomach, like a sudden burst of the sun, causing the 3.6 million pores of Su Ren's body to bloom in shock, every cell was jumping, and every muscle was cheering.

The blood was surging and circulating rapidly, Su Ren's face turned red for a while, and his whole body was hot, as if he had entered a sauna, and from the outside, the green tendons were fierce and vicious, every blood vessel was clearly visible, the beating of the heart was strong and powerful, as if beating a big drum, except for the muffled sound of "bang", no sound could be heard in his ears.

Hunger, hunger, a strong feeling of hunger came into Su Ren's brain.

Inadequate! It wasn't enough, under the inexplicable urging, Su Ren picked up the spoon and, like a hungry wolf, dug five pieces of ointment in a row and put it in his mouth.

"Boom"

The fire doused the gasoline, the eruption became more frenzied, the cells were jumping, the body began to undergo mysterious changes, the muscles became tighter, more evenly distributed, and contained an amazing vitality.

The 3.6 million pores began to excrete a reddish liquid, like tight beads of sweat, emitting an unpleasant fishy odor.

The little milk cat was very curious, quietly approached, sniffed the wet little nose, how to know the strong smell smoked it on the spot, and fled the scene with a roll, sneezing non-stop on the side, raising the little paws riveting to wash the face, the blue eyes were full of grievances, and the poor "meow" screamed.

Nie Zheng conjured up a giant sword, stood aside concentratingly, and guarded his monarch conscientiously and responsibly.

He Shen lost his hippie energy, and waited anxiously, his eyes were round, his eyes did not blink, and his mind was all on Su Ren. Whether the ointment has any effect, what is the reaction after taking it, the specific situation and Shen are not clear, when Emperor Qianlong swallowed the ointment, it was the same as eating ordinary meals, there was no change in the slightest, in the words of Buddhism and Taoism, Emperor Qianlong was a spiritless person, and the ointment had no effect on him at all.

Time passed little by little, for a long time, the pores were no longer oozing pale red liquid, and the bulging green muscles and blood vessels were restored to the same as before, Su Ren took a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the canned bottle with the plaster in his hand, and forcibly endured the ** swallowed in his heart, sealed the canned bottle with a cap, and got up and put it in the fresh-keeping cabinet of the refrigerator.

Taking plasters, suitable is just right, not easy to overdo, there has always been a voice in the bottom of my heart to tell sù Su Ren, it is a medicine that is poisonous, before it is thoroughly digested and the resistance of the ointment is eased, the plaster must not be taken again, otherwise it will definitely regret it for life, and the body will suffer unbearable trauma.

A third of the ointment was eaten, and the next time I took it, it should be half a year later.

"Master, you have succeeded." He Shen asked in surprise.

"Well, the ointment works very well, it's not in vain, I'm already a captain."

Su Ren clenched his fists, feeling that his arms were extraordinarily strong, his qi and blood were sufficient, more than double his original strength, and his body had improved significantly in all aspects, compared to the effect, the money spent was not worth mentioning.

Colonel Soldier Wu Shi is waiting, we are finally no longer pawns.

Throw away the clothes and sheets, open the window to let go of the unpleasant smell in the house, and when Su Ren came out of the shower, the clock had already reached 6:30, and seeing that there was still a lot of time left, Su Ren found the old peach lightning strike wood that he bought some time ago, split the position near the lightning scorch mark, and chose a piece of wood that was slightly larger than the cigarette case.

Drag to the toolbox, in which all kinds of wooden knives are neatly placed, some narrow, some wide, some thin, some flat, some pointed, large and small, all have different functions.

The big knife is out of shape, the knife is finely carved, and the wood is flying, Su Ren first carves the wooden block out of the desired shape with a wide blade thick knife, and leaves a raised square frame stripe on the edge of the wooden block, and carves a three-dimensional shape from the center of the frame with a knife, the word "Wu" in the seal body, and the back is carved with a simplified "Su" character, and then remove the excess part, polish off the wooden thorns with fine sandpaper, and finally take the tung oil to paint the whitewash, and then wipe it with a dry towel.

It didn't take long for an elegant yellow, simple ancient soldier waist card to be made.

In addition to the handwriting and border on both sides of the front and back, there is no extra pattern on the waist card, which looks a little simple, but the waist card of the ancient Wu Chang is like this, because the Wu Chang is not a formal official position, and the dynasties have not recognized it.

Even if it is a waist card that represents the identity of the captain, most of them are made by the promoted captain.

The front is the position, the back is the surname, and if you want to wear gold and silver, you must be promoted to the official rank of captain.

The waist card is strung with a red rope and hung on the neck, as long as it is worn close to the body for three days, the next time he encounters a weak ghost, Su Ren will no longer have to bite his fingers, and the waist card will naturally replace the blood and play some relatively simple functions.

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In the middle of the night, the weather was hot and sultry, and even the breeze was blowing with an irritating heat.

Panjiayuan, the corner incense hall, is like the gate of the warehouse, and the crowd of people who know each other well gathers together, or three or five, or seven or eight people.

Tonight's events are spread widely, as long as there are some well-connected bosses and shopkeepers, they all know what is about to happen, a student who has just graduated from college, actually wants to kick the door and compete for the position of the corner master.

As for why you kick the gym······· Some said that they were persecuted, some said that they were barefoot and were not afraid to wear shoes, and they wanted to come over to play with their lives, and some said that Su Ren was good at kung fu and hard in the background, and he had taken a fancy to the interests of Pan Jiayuan and wanted to negotiate with the Hong family.

There are all kinds of things, there are all kinds of things to say, but they understand the reason, those who have seen Su Ren, and those who know what they have passed by, all sighed sadly, felt sorry for Su Ren, and were very optimistic about the consequences of this kicking.

In the hall of Xiangtang, the lights are as brilliant as day, and men wearing beige and white suits and wearing the same costumes gather under the statue of Guan Gong, talking loudly and bragging to each other unscrupulously······ It's nothing more than the exaggerated glorious achievements in the past, or as long as Su Ren dares to come, he will definitely look good.

These people are stoutly dressed, with high and bulging muscles exposed, powerful movements, and loud voices that look good, but they have a ruffian energy on their bodies, and if they go to that station at will, they will give people the feeling that they are not good people.

Hong Ye and three middle-aged men surrounded a small circle in the city, talking softly to each other, and the afterglow swept outside the door from time to time, but they never saw the expected figure.