The closer you get to the center of the building, the more sparse the figures become. Of course, everyone who can walk around here has a very strong aura on their bodies. If they weren't criminals, they would be the stewards of the city.

"My lord, there is a hollow not far ahead, and the wreck is in the hollow." The old man pointed to the road, and his voice trembled unconsciously.

"Are you scared?" I am not sure if the old man is nervous because he brought Yang Ming and Mu Chunfeng into the trap, or if he is nervous because he is afraid of the people here, either way, it is not a good sign.

The old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in horror: "My lord, don't embarrass the old man, everyone here is not something I can offend, didn't you push me into the fire pit."

Yang Ming glanced around and found that the eyes of many people had already locked on them. For these criminals, Yang Ming will not be soft.

Yang Ming pointed to the other person with the strongest breath and said, "Old man, how do you mean him?"

The old man hurriedly pressed Yang Ming's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, Yang Ming's hand was still pointing at the man, and he said anxiously: "My lord, don't make trouble, that is the strongest Zhang Ting in this city, known as "Ghost Sorrow". You'd better hurry up and compensate him, maybe you can save a small life."

Yang Ming just wanted to know the identity of that person, since this old man said that he was the strongest, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, Yang Ming decided to abolish him first and then say, "Zhang Ting, it's good, today is your death date."

Zhang Ting is a young man with a handsome face, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, and slowly opened his eyes: "Don't be ashamed."

There were many younger brothers around him, and one of them said with a fierce face: "Even we adults dare to provoke, boy, you are tired of being crooked, if it weren't for the fact that you can't kill people on the island, you would be a corpse by now."

"Really?" Yang Ming's fingers flicked lightly, and the little brother who stood out for Zhang Ting didn't even have time to say his name, and he hated the northwest on the spot.

"You dare to kill!" Zhang Ting raised his eyebrows.

"Sir!" Mu Chunfeng hurriedly reminded.

Yang Ming snorted coldly: "Before I came, I thought that I would spare your life, only the Shaoguan Mansion said in the past, but now I have changed my attention. You people, whether you have important information in your mouth or not, or what backers you have, I don't care. The grim wood has decayed, but the rotten wood cannot be carved."

"It's clear from the words that you're not a criminal locked up here." Zhang Ting twisted his neck: "It's okay, I haven't killed anyone for a long time. I remember more than ten years ago, the people of that village, they all knelt in front of me, begging and begging me to spare their lives."

As he spoke, Zhang Ting's tongue licked the corners of his mouth: "Do you know, human blood is the most delicious thing in the world, as long as you drink a drop, it can make people flutter like immortals, as if walking in the fairy world. It's a pity that I haven't tasted that for a long time, and you took the initiative to send it to you."

"Oh, look at it like this, you don't have any important secrets in your mouth." Yang Ming's eyes gradually turned cold: "I'm curious, who saved your life? Xiao Yu?"

Zhang Ting laughed and said, "Ridiculous, ridiculous. For some people say, 'My life was saved by someone else.'"

Zhang Ting's face gradually went crazy, the skin of his whole body instantly turned pale, and long nails stretched out from between his fingers. "I'm already immortal, even Ye Xiaoying, who is known as a human slaughterer, can't do anything to me, just rely on you, a hairy boy?"

"Originally, I planned to clean up the person behind you, but I didn't expect that even Brother Ye's strength couldn't kill you." Yang Ming shook his head and pretended to sigh.

At this time, the old man said weakly, "My lord, Lord Zhang Ting's has the strength of the Heavenly Realm, you..."

"Huh?" Zhang Ting glared at the old man who was talking.

The old man was taken aback, and he quickly shut his mouth stupidly.

"Boy, you obediently let me drink your blood, and since then I have become a blood slave, I can consider sparing your life." Zhang Ting looked at Yang Ming with a playful expression.

It's just that Yang Ming's seemed to be stunned in place, motionless.

"This kid is scared silly." A group of younger brothers mocked with "human power".

"Don't scream, I'm behind you." Yang Ming's voice came from behind them.

Looking at Yang Ming, who had an illusory body, a kind of little brother shouted, "Weird!"

Zhang Ting frowned: "What kind of secret method are you!"

"Secret method?" Yang Ming sneered: "I don't practice the secret method, but you, actually cultivate such an evil secret method, in this case, I will give you a boat ticket, so that you can fly on the Lechuan River."

"Arrogance!" Zhang Ting hurriedly got lucky.

It's just that when he was about to make a move, he felt that something *** his body was ***.

Turning around, it was the body of Yang Ming who was holding the Moli Knife.

"Despicable!" Zhang Ting scolded angrily, and then sneered: "It's just that if you say something like this, you can't kill me far from relying on your ordinary knife?"

"Really?" Yang Ming smiled faintly and pointed to Zhang Ting's wound that was pierced by Mo Li's knife: "You better look at your stomach."

"Hehe, boring." Zhang Ting sneered. It's just that when he wanted to pull out the Mo Li knife, he found that the part of his body that was stabbed by the Mo Li knife had turned into nothingness.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Ting's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe all this in front of him: "It must be a blinding method, yes, it must be a blinding method."

Yang Ming slowly withdrew his mind and pulled out the Moli knife from Zhang Ting's body: "Others can't kill you because their weapons can't work, but the one in my hand is different, it is the knife from hell - Moli."

"Ah~" In a burst of screams, Zhang Ting's body turned into nothingness and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Mu Chunfeng was taken aback: "Sir, this rumor turned out to be true."

Yang Ming said, "Who told him to cultivate that kind of secret method, I didn't have any hope, but I didn't expect this Moli Sword to be as rumored."

"Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives." The original group of junior brothers, seeing that the general trend had gone, hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Yang Ming waved his hand: "Get out, don't disturb me about my errands, otherwise..."

"Yes, yes, let's get out." As if they had been pardoned, they fled the place.

Yang Ming looked at the old man who had been kneeling on the ground, and said lightly, "What do you have to say?"

The old man's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Old man, I... Actually, my lord, the wreck is not here, I..."

"I've guessed it a long time ago, so lead the way." Yang Ming said with a flat face: "My patience is limited, this is your last chance, I hope you can grasp it."

"Yes, yes, the little ones will live up to the expectations of adults."