Click, click,

The shallow, muddy puddle under the bridge was broken by footsteps, and Leon leaned on to the mossy stone wall, limping and staggering forward.

He walked to a dark corner where the street lamp couldn't shine, sat down slowly against the wall, gritted his teeth and took off his shirt.

I saw that the skin around him was red, and the fine blood beads seeping out of the capillaries were stained with a thin layer of blood scabs, and when I reached out, I could hear the crackling sound of peeling.

Leon sighed and said, "Let's hide and recuperate first..."

Leon squinted his eyes and recalled the scene just now, the monster in the bat cloak was like a blazing torch in his spiritual sense, full of fierce energy ready to attack, if he faced the enemy head-on, he was afraid that he would be blown away by the opponent's punch before he could form the magic seal.

"Relying on the physique forged by thousands of tempers and smelting, it requires extremely high talent, but also needs rock-like indestructible perseverance and cold and deep will, even if this kind of person is placed in the old days, he is also a cultivation wizard who is one in a thousand miles and ten thousand miles, maybe he can really enter the Tao with martial arts, step through the void, and achieve the mirror of human immortals."

Li Ang seemed to remember something, and sighed: "It's a pity that if the aura collapses today, no matter how talented you are that carp leaps over the dragon gate, you can't get rid of the shallower trap of the pond, and in the end, at most, it will only stop at the realm of the grandmaster." ”

He didn't feel sorry for the bat monster, but the martial arts master was a rare item in any era, and listening to the other party's tone, it was estimated that he was quite chivalrous, so he just commented a few words.

In his previous life, Li Ang was trapped in the Yuanying realm for a long time and could not break through, he was not a pedantic person who was dedicated to learning from the ancients, thinking that the stones of his mountains could attack jade, so he went down to the mortal world to dress up as an ordinary man, and went to the Jianghu sect in the famous mountains to learn martial arts.

After decades of travel, I have learned swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, hand-bound fighting, wrestling, and fighting, and even the Qimen weapons and hidden weapons of the side door will also play a few hands.

Li Ang looked at his slightly trembling palms and muttered to himself: "Now that the aura has collapsed, I am afraid it is impossible to accumulate aura by breathing and exhaling like in the previous life." It's better to turn into the martial arts and see if you can combine the techniques you cultivated in your previous life to make a broad road. ”

It's not good to stay here, whether it's the Bat Monster or the Gotham Police Department, it's not a trouble that you can deal with.

Fortunately, when Leon attacked the gunman in the warehouse, he took a few wallets out and checked them a little, and there was still about a thousand dollars in cash in them, which could be used for a few days if they saved a little.

With a long sigh of relief, Leon washed away the blood scabs from the river, and after walking on the highway a little less embarrassed, he threw the rags he had wrapped around and burned them as he passed by the homeless people who burned the waste for heating.

Like all the glossy big cities in the world, Gotham has its dark and dirty corners, and for a "black household" like Leon, remoteness and chaos means safety.

He walked into the downtown town with a calm face, and followed the rusty neon sign lights to find a dilapidated motel.

The innkeeper was a bloated, middle-aged fat man slumped in the boss's chair behind the glass counter, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his mouth chewing on half of a takeaway Big Mac.

He glanced at the simple clothes on the Chinese-looking Li Ang, and said in a weak tone: "Please show your identity documents....."

Leon silently took out two 100 Franklin sheets from his wallet and slapped them on the table, "Is this okay?" ”

The boss raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fat arm from the small window of the glass counter to take the banknote away, turned the chair to take a bunch of keys from the shelves behind him, and handed it to Leon.

"Your room is on the second floor and turn left for the third room, don't make any noises, and play rock and roll softly – unless you can beat the hooligans in the next room."

The innkeeper yawned, took a piece of paper and wiped the ketchup sticking to the corner of his mouth, and said, "If you want to solve your physiological needs, there is a phone book in the bedside table to contact Niu'er, and by the way, I advise you to take protective measures." ”

The corners of Li Ang's eyes twitched, not to mention that he was firm in his heart, and he didn't attach so much importance to the relationship between men and women, even if it really rose, he couldn't do anything to these white-skinned women with rough skin and lush hair and strong body odor.

He politely declined the obscure pimp business, and as he walked up the stairs, he asked the boss, "By the way, do you have newspapers here?" ”

The innkeeper was staring intently at a roll of dandy magazines in his hand, and said without looking back: "What age is this, and anyone still reads the newspaper?" Isn't that what the white men of Uptown do at morning tea? ”

Still, he shifted his chair and pulled out a stack of nearly brand new recent newspapers with a large line of Gotham Times printed on them from the cabinet in front of him.

"Tony Stark holds a press conference"

"Mutant riot at Los Angeles Coliseum"

"Seattle Police Crack a Case of Cults"

These headlines made Leon's eyes light up instantly, and he said: "What other newspapers do you have here, I want them all, and the old ones will do." ”

The innkeeper looked at him suspiciously, and muttered, "What a weirdo," but still in Franklin's face, he honestly rummaged through the cabinet and slapped it on the table.

Even when Li Ang was gone, the owner of the travel point gave him a gift of a girl magazine that had not been opened last month because he had bought a large pile of discarded rags, and the contents of it were naturally as full of the extravagance of the capitalist wine pond and meat forest as the young girl scratching her head on the cover.

"These Western countries should really be rude, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

Li Ang sighed and stuffed the colorful magazines into the newspaper pile, while remembering the light songs and dances in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, while holding the newspaper and sighing softly, he walked up the steps in three or two steps, and followed the door number into the room.

The stale smell of bedding, the cigarette-burned carpet, the yellowed window panes of the inner and outer walls, and the running water that doesn't work from time to time, really have a dilapidated smell that is indistinguishable from the appearance of this downtown motel.

Li Ang sat on the bed without paying attention, turned on the bedside lamp, and carefully flipped through the newspapers in the dusk.

After all, whether it is to protect oneself or to seek an opportunity to cultivate, the first thing to do is to gather information about the present world as soon as possible.