Liu Biao may have been tied up for more than half a day, plus tortured, he was exhausted, he went to bed early after taking a bath, and in his dreams, he was still scolding, obviously, this guy was tortured enough.

Zhang Yang couldn't sleep.

The scene of the three people being killed flashed repeatedly in my mind as if I was playing a movie, the cold light that turned into a dotted line, the blood that soared in the air, and the eyes that were not blind, constituted a bloody and cruel picture......

Thinking of the dangerous moment of frightening every step, Zhang Yang suddenly found that life was so fragile, so fragile that with just a wave of his hand, a fresh life disappeared so easily, so helpless, so fearful, so incredible.

Life is magical, and in the same way, life is fragile.

Until now, Zhang Yang still can't understand why he was so confident in throwing a dagger to hit the target at that time, Zhang Yang is not surprised by his calculation ability, he has strong self-confidence, he can calculate several possible castes in an instant, and all factors can be taken into account, but Zhang Yang has always had a strange sense of application of knives.

Could it be that his cultivation has already seen the effect?

At that time, the dangerous and tense environment did not consider whether the dagger would fail to throw, which made Zhang Yang feel a little afraid when he thought about it now, if there was the slightest mistake at that time, he and Liu Biao would pay the price with their lives.

Slowly, Zhang Yang sorted out a clue, the martial arts memory in his mind actually has no trajectory to be found, it is completely an intuitive cultivation, those repetitive movements are just to let him meet the required standards of some movements, at least, Zhang Yang now understands that if there is no previous thousands of repeated cultivation, squatting down in the corridor and rolling to catch the dagger, the smooth movements cannot be done.

It seems that the martial arts in memory are completely a kind of training for physical sensitivity, and there are no specific tricks at all, and the memory of those martial arts knowledge also seems to have a strong learning **, Zhang Yang has clearly felt that when he saw the ancient books and the "Sunflower Treasure Book", that ** was very strong and very strong......

"Sunflower Treasure Book" Zhang Yang will never cultivate, that thing can make people invincible in the world, and similarly, you can also make yourself a grandchild, the risk is too great, although there is an explanation later that you can succeed without having to go to the palace, however, Zhang Yang still doesn't dare to take risks, after all, there is no record of success in those novels and historical records, but the eunuchs have made a few, don't learn!

Zhang Yang can't understand the book "The Long Way of Immortals" at all, not only he can't see it, but the countless memories in his head have no reaction, although Zhang Yang believes that this is a very powerful martial arts cheats, but there is no way to understand it, it is equivalent to a waste now, the only way is actually only one, continue to increase the amount of reading, and find valuable things from those vast ancient books.

Thinking of those obscure words, Zhang Yang inexplicably felt a hot current in his body, the heat flow circulated around his body, and his limbs were extremely comfortable......

Slowly, Zhang Yang entered a meditative state, a state of emptiness and nothingness, and the human soul seemed to expand infinitely......

The wind was blowing slowly, and there was a small sound of the air rubbing against each other, and the dust particles were hitting each other and sticking...... Slowly, the scope of Zhang Yang's meditation gradually expanded, well, passing by a motorcycle outside the window, the motorcycle was low-grade and high-speed, and Zhang Yang felt the violent friction of the engine.

The sound of the cicada's struggle, a dying cicada struggling on a branch, and even, Zhang Yang felt the cicada flapping its wings and kicking its weak legs......

Finally, the sense of thought can not be extended, can only be detected nearby, Zhang Yang slowly put the meditation into the bar of the hostel, the front of the bar is still the same as when he came in, a table of mahjong cards, a few old women who are smeared with strong colors are smoking and playing cards, mahjong on the table makes a "crackling" sound, the boss sits behind the boss lady to watch the card game, Zhang Yang saw that the boss hit the leg of the boss lady from time to time, implying that the boss lady played cards......

At this time, the door opened, and a young man with yellow hair came in, and after Huang Mao came in, he greeted the boss, and it seemed to be very familiar.

"Hah...... Yellow hair, I haven't seen it for a long time. The boss quickly stood up and affectionately handed the young man a cigarette.

"Boss, have you seen two young people, about twenty years old, with a foreign accent, one leg is a little lame?" Huang Mao asked.

……

"Boom...... "Boom" raised his head as if it was about to explode, and the clear feeling suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a cold sweat broke out on his back, he didn't expect that he had only been in this hostel for less than four hours, and the other party immediately chased and killed here, it seems that he underestimated the power of Maimaiti.

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang thought of a possibility, that is, Maimaiti's power in the provincial capital is even greater than that in City C, he can use the power of the underworld to conduct a carpet search in the city, the efficiency of this search is much higher than that of the state violence organs, because they only need to gather some local snakes, and then let the local snakes send people to search in different areas, which is easy to find them, for these black shops, they don't dare to offend the local snakes at all.

This is just like the society in martial arts novels, many characters will not be afraid of the big chivalrous guest, but will be afraid of the head snake, because the reason why the head snake is called the head snake is precisely because they have deep-rooted forces and extensive contacts in the local area.

Zhang Yang no longer needs to guess, this boss must have betrayed him!

It is believed that in about twenty minutes, the entire street will be controlled, after all, three people died on the other side......

"Liu Biao, get up!"

"Ah......" Liu Biao also woke up from his sleep, sat up suddenly, and saw everyone around him, looking at Zhang Yang with a blank face.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yang said as he packed his things.

Liu Biao didn't ask again, because, he saw that Zhang Yang's eyes were blood-red and full of ferocity, Liu Biao didn't say anything, and quickly got dressed, and it was already clear from Zhang Yang's expression that something must have happened.

"Jumping off a building?" Liu Biao glanced downstairs a little timidly, although they lived on the second floor, but now there were no chasing soldiers, but they were a little afraid to jump, not to mention, his leg had not fully recovered.

"Walk through the gate!"

Zhang Yang put the bloodstained clothes away from his hand, hid the sharp dagger in his wrist, strode open the door and walked out...... If you blindly run away, it will be an endless hunt......

"Brother Liao, I'm Huang Mao, you guys hurry up and send someone, we found the target in the Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market...... Uh-huh...... Ah......h

Huang Mao's voice on the phone suddenly stopped, because he saw two young people coming down the stairs, one of them walking behind was a little lame, and the one in front was holding a piece of clothing in his hand, and on the clothes, stains of blood could be seen, which was very dazzling......

"Call me." Zhang Yang looked at the yellow-haired young man coldly.

"......" Huang Mao felt a huge pressure, as if there was a mountain in front of him, which made him unable to raise the consciousness of resistance.

"Give it to me!"

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a palpitating cold glow, at this time, the boss and several old women playing mahjong were so overwhelmed by Zhang Yang's murderous aura that they didn't dare to come out, because when they saw the sharp dagger in Zhang Yang's hand, the only thing they didn't see was the yellow hair standing in Zhang Yang's mind.

Finally, under Zhang Yang's strong mental pressure, Huang Mao handed the phone to Zhang Yang

"Are you the eldest brother of Huang Mao?" Zhang Yang said lightly.

"Who are you?" The other party snapped.

"You're Brother Liao, aren't you?" Zhang Yang's tone was still flat and asked, but the whole person exuded a chill that made people palpitate, and Huang Mao stood pitifully, he didn't understand why he left.

"I'm Brother Liao, who are you?" The other party also seems to be angry.

"Hehe, Brother Liao, I'm the person you're looking for, Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market, well, come and collect the body......"

"Ah......h

Huang Mao let out a terrible scream in his mouth, looking at his stomach with a sluggish face, he saw that a little white hand, holding the handle of a dagger in his hand, the dagger had been inserted into his stomach, Huang Mao couldn't believe it, it seems, this is an illusion, it is an illusion, this is not true, and even, Huang Mao touched a little blood with his hand to see if it was blood in the light......

Yes, he was stabbed, and the muscles of Huang Mao's face twisted painfully.

Several women were already paralyzed with fright, and the boss trembled and tried to climb to the bar, but his legs did not have the slightest strength, and he did not dare to move, because the lame man looked at him with a fierce face and blocked his way to the back, and his eyes were like sharp blades.

"Do you have anything to say to your eldest brother?" Zhang Yang didn't pull out the dagger, and put the phone in his hand to Huang Mao's ear.

"Big ...... Big...... Eldest brother...... Save me...... Ahem...... Help me, ...... quickly" Huang Mao said into the phone with intense pain, pressing his hands on his stomach.

"Yellow hair, yellow hair...... I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon......"

The other party roared wildly, and even Liu Biao, who was standing behind, heard the loud shout...... The phone slid gently to the ground, and the electric board fell off......

"It's easy to walk on Huangquan Road!" Zhang Yang gently and slowly drew the dagger.

"Please...... Other...... Ahem......"

"Don't blame me, blame you for following the wrong boss."

The yellow-haired hands pressed desperately on the stomach, Zhang Yang's hand pulled out the dagger very slowly and powerfully, the blood followed the dagger out, like a fountain, Zhang Yang used the suit that had been stained red with blood to block the sprayed blood, the yellow-haired young man's eyes gradually darkened, the muscles of his face continued to twitch, fear, despair, pain, hatred, almost all the negative emotions were expressed on this face, interwoven into a palpitating picture.

"Give me the key!" Zhang Yang didn't look at the corpse that fell to the ground, he looked down at his watch, and his eyes fell on the boss lady.

"What...... What the...... Key ......" The proprietress looked at the yellow hair on the ground that was still twitching with a frightened face, and trembled.

"Motorcycle keys." Zhang Yang glanced at a women's scooter parked in the corner.

"Bar counter...... ...... inside the bar drawer"

"Well, don't report the crime, if the police look for you, you just tell the truth, don't report the crime!" Zhang Yang threw the motorcycle key to Liu Biao.

"Woo...... There's a corpse here, it's dead......" The proprietress looked at the corpse on the ground with a sad face, which had gradually stopped twitching.

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it, you don't have to worry about it."

Soon, Liu Biao pushed the motorcycle to the door and started the engine, and everything was normal.

"Ah...... Cover ......"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the air, and there was another scream, the boss covered his bloody mouth and suppressed his face, screaming in pain, but he couldn't shout loudly, because Zhang Yang's knife cut his upper and lower lips.

"Teach you a lesson."

Zhang Yang's blood-red eyes swept over a few trembling women, and he sat on the motorcycle with a heavy snort, and with a throttle sensation, the scooter disappeared into the night like an arrow......

"Zhang Yang, where are you going?" The motorcycles have left the confines of the wholesale market, and Liu Biao has no sense of direction in the cobweb-like traffic of the provincial capital.

"Go back." Zhang Yang said.

"Ah...... Where to go? Liu Biao was stunned and stopped the motorcycle suddenly.

"Back to the hostel!"

"Why?" Liu Biao was surprised.

"Kill Brother Liao!"

(To be continued)