Chapter 2: Killing
Morning.
The door of Jinghai Prison slowly opened, and Yin Chen walked out slowly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined an indifferent and cold arc, with a bit of coldness and indifference to everyone and things.
Just when he was released from prison, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the prison guards who went through the formalities for getting out of prison couldn't believe that the handsome young man in front of him was actually Yin Chen, who had been in prison for two years.
Stepping into the ranks of cultivating immortals is equivalent to being reborn in Nirvana, with the bath of immortal energy, Yin Chen's temperament and figure are very different.
Yin Chen walked leisurely as if he was taking a leisurely walk.
Soon, Yin Chen felt that someone had followed, and there were quite a few of them.
"Can't you wait?"
The corners of Yin Chen's mouth curled up with a cold smile.
He deliberately walked towards a remote suburb, and the people behind him followed.
Coming to the depths of a wilderness, Yin Chen finally stopped. He turned around and calmly looked at the crowd that followed.
"Yo, boy, why didn't you run away?"
I saw that a group of big men with sticks were all staring at Yin Nuochen with ill intentions.
Yin Chen shook his head, couldn't this group of idiots see that he had deliberately lured them here.
"You are from the Wang family." Yin Chen's cold eyes narrowed, and a sudden killing intent unconsciously diffused, for these people, he had been preparing for a long time.
"Haha, that's good. Even if you're a little smart, you can't imagine that we'll be blocking your way out of prison. The bald man at the head smiled proudly, like a brain-dead.
"Don't think that you will be free after squatting in the cell, we Wang Shao have an order to break your limbs on the day you are released from prison, so that you can spend the rest of your life in bed completely."
The bald man at the head said with a sad smile on his face.
"Hehe, that's good! I'm still worried that I'm angry, and it's great that you're uninvited. ”
Yin Nuochen smiled disdainfully.
In his previous life, he was broken alive by these people.
Now, at last, it's time for revenge.
"The Wang family owes me a debt, let's start paying it off from you today!" Yin Chen said coldly.
"You stinky bastard, you dare to ask us to pay the bill, what do you think you are?" The bald man spat with a look of disdain.
Seeing that Yin Chen was still unfazed and fearless, everyone was angry.
"Who am I?" Yin Chen tilted his head, pondered for a while and replied:
"I should be the person you can't afford to mess with in your life."
As soon as he replied, the audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked at him with a look like a 'madman'.
"Hahahaha!" The crowd laughed angrily.
"We can't afford to mess with it? Boy, have you been in prison for a few years and have been stupid in your brain? ”
The bald man at the head laughed while pointing at Yin Nuochen.
"Just at your arrogance, I want you to not be able to climb up today." After laughing, the bald head of the leader looked at Yin Nuochen fiercely, and said word by word.
"Ah Qiang, go up and beat him until he is completely crippled."
The bald head said to a strong man in black beside him.
I saw that the strong man in black named Ah Qiang stepped forward, took off the black clothes on his body, revealing the bulging muscles all over his body, looked at Yin Nuochen and said with bad intentions:
"Boy, let Lao Tzu teach you how to be a new person after you get out of prison."
As he spoke, he had already smashed his fist over, and the arm that was thicker than Yin Nuochen's thigh, mixed with a whistling fist wind, hit Yin Nuochen's head. This punch is going to be solid, if it is not killed on the spot, it is a severe concussion.
Yin Nuochen's face did not change, and with a slight support of one hand, he blocked Ah Qiang's brazen punch.
Ah Qiang's face was shocked, he only felt as if his fist was grabbed by iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.
Click!
The next moment, Yin Nuochen's palm was slightly forced, and Ah Qiang's face suddenly became extremely pale, and he roared lowly, drenched in cold sweat.
He didn't know how many pieces his hand bones had been broken into, and such a terrifying power was actually possessed by the seemingly weak young man in front of him.
But before he had time to think about it, Yin Nuochen had already turned his palm into a claw, grabbed his fist and pointed to the side, and his whole person had already been thrown out.
In the incredible eyes of everyone, Ah Qiang's body leaped seven or eight meters in the air and smashed in front of the bald strong man and others.
With a snort, Cuong spat out a mouthful of blood with pain on his face. At this moment, he only felt that his internal organs had been displaced.
"Too weak."
Yin Nuochen shook his head in disappointment: "Let's go together." ”
The horizontal flesh on his bald face couldn't help twitching, and Yin Nuochen's provocative behavior made him angry in his heart.
He waved his hand violently at a group of strong men behind him, and shouted angrily: "If you don't give Lao Tzu together, hack him to death!" ”
The dozens of black-clothed strong men on the side also put away their previous contemptuous eyes at this time, looked at each other, nodded, and each took out a meter-long machete from behind their backs, and rushed towards Yin Nuochen with fierce eyes, as if they were going to tear Yin Nuochen apart.
Can you fight again? Can you fight a dozen armed machetes unarmed?
The bald man thought fiercely, as if he had seen Yin Nuochen lying in a pool of blood like a dead dog.
Seeing the crowd rushing in, at this moment, Yin Nuochen felt as if he had returned to that year, seeing the scene of his limbs being knocked off alive by them and screaming, and seeing the lonely and desolate figure of his aunt after seeing him.
Yin Nuochen's emotions erupted uncontrollably, a strong internal force had already run around his body, and his body finally moved, as if turning into a violent wind, facing the rushing crowd.
"Break the dragon and die!"
Yin Nuochen raised his palms and pushed them towards the people who rushed in, and before the group of strong men in black could see clearly, they were already drowned in a bright red blood light, and under Yin Nuochen's palm, it had turned into a rain of blood in an instant!
Only the bald man who remained in place remained.
All around, there was a deathly silence.
"Smack."
I saw that a stream of yellow liquid flowed out between the crotch of the bald head.
However, the bald head was unaware, and he was already stunned at this moment, with a ghostly look.
Is this still human? In an instant, everyone's bones were gone, was this making a horror movie, and the bald head was like in a dream, so that he was scared to pee without noticing.
"It's your turn, answer me, how do you want to die." Yin Chen's voice seemed to come from hell, revealing a cold and infiltrating killing intent.
Yin Chen's voice made the bald head, who was already frightened, finally come back to his senses.
In an instant, the bald head was like falling into an ice cellar, and the whole body was cold, and boundless fear rose in my heart.
"Don't ...... Don't kill me. The bald voice said with trembling difficulty, and a drop of cold sweat was already dripping down his forehead.
As soon as the bald head finished speaking, Yin Chen had already thrown out a palm and slapped it on the bald face full of meat, accompanied by the two rows of front teeth flying out, the bald head had already flown out before he had time to scream, and smashed heavily on the ground.
The buttocks that landed first were instantly smashed into flesh, and the flesh was blurred.
The light almost fainted to death, and Yin Nuochen had already stepped on the bald man's chest.
"Go back and tell Wang Jinglun that I will soon go to the capital to settle accounts with him, and let him prepare for life and death first." Yin Chen said coldly.
After speaking, Yin Chen turned around and left, leaving only the bald man who had been breathing for a long time, curled up on the ground like a dead dog, but still extremely frightened.