"Old Qian, I was a little anxious to speak just now, don't take it to heart."

Wu Xiaode patted Qian Mingkui's shoulder and said softly.

It's not easy for this fat guy either.

In this world, when a man reaches his age, he is the best bully.

Because he is old and young, he has a house and a car to support, and he has to take care of the life of a large family.

Everything is his.

Even if he was scolded for being bloody, he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to resign if he was wronged in the unit, because he wanted to make money to support his family.

What's more, Qian Mingkui has to pull his daughter to grow up alone.

"Brother Xiaowu, if you can't make peace, it's better to let them move the things at home than to use a knife and a gun." Qian Mingkui said.

Wu Xiaode shook his head.

In peacetime, if you casually wield a knife and stick and hurt or kill someone, there is no problem at all if you squat properly for a few years or decades.

As soon as these guys get their hands on it, they will pull out the murder weapon, and sooner or later something big will happen.

No way......

Wu Xiaode matured earlier than his peers, and he was mixed up on the street when others were still in class, and he was better at observing and summarizing than those gangsters, so he quickly had an idea.

He reached out and pressed lightly against the stone wall.

"In the future, I will cover this martial arts hall, don't come, ah, by the way, don't charge any protection fees around here in the future, you are young, how good is it to find a factory to work and make money?"

His hand sank into the wall, leaving a handprint about a few inches deep.

The thugs looked at the handprint, and then at Wu Xiaode.

Several people slowly lowered their knives.

A thug hesitated: "Brother Xiaoyi, this ......"

Lu Yi, who was the leader, raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

He stared at Wu Xiaode and said stiffly: "Friend, you just take care of yourself, why do you need to say anything about finding a factory to work, do you think that everyone has kung fu like yours?" ”

At this time, Xiao Shi happened to come out to get a broom, and was glanced at by Lu Yi with an unclear look.

"Xiao Wu, it's better to forget it." Qian Mingkui immediately said worriedly.

Wu Xiaode was a little funny.

The ruffians are like hyenas, always trying to find the softest spot on their prey to bite.

I've seen this kind of thing a lot.

The so-called rivers and lakes are sinister.

- Do you want to make a move?

Suddenly, two lines of small ice crystal words popped up on the Book of the Dead:

"After this short break, your soul power has recovered by 1 point."

"Current Soul Power is: 8/8."

A new force faintly emerged in Wu Xiaode's body, and slowly lurked.

Wu Xiaode dispelled the idea of doing something.

When there are 3 points of soul power, the physical fitness is several times that of ordinary people.

Right now, it's 8 soul power.

If you improve too quickly, you may not be able to control your strength.

With a casual move, you could take out these gangsters.

- Although they are the dregs of society, they can't just ignore people's lives.

Never mind.

Give them a chance to think for themselves.

If they don't even turn back, and their temperament is completely bad, then it's no wonder.

Wu Xiaode thought for a while and said:

"I heard that you received money to report the safety of one party."

"Of course, thanks to the folks, this is what the folks do." Lu Yi said vigilantly.

"How much does the martial arts hall pay you every month?"

"You're going to give it for him?"

"Yes, a number."

"This." Lu Yi opened his palm.

"Five hundred?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The thugs over there laughed.

"Five hundred? The brothers don't have enough to eat, it's five thousand! Lu Yidao.

Wu Xiaode walked over with his mobile phone and said, "Come, transfer an account." ”

Lu Yi was stunned, glanced at the younger brothers around him, and signaled everyone to be careful.

"Real transfers?" He also took out his phone.

Wu Xiaode didn't say a word, and transferred him 5,000 yuan.

- Zhao Junyu helped him handle the money properly, and all of it was transferred to his balance.

Lu Yi looked at the cool profit given by this money, and secretly said that there was a door, and said:

"Okay, my brothers are not unreasonable people, if there is anything going on in your martial arts hall in the future, my brother will cover it - by the way, we charge per capitation, since you are also a person from the martial arts hall, you will add another two thousand five in the future."

"Yes." Wu Xiaode smiled.

Lu Yi looked at the money received on his mobile phone, and listened to what the other party said, and he really couldn't find fault.

- Besides, he came to collect money, and he didn't really want to kill.

"So be it, next month-"

"Wait, Brother Yi, he broke my nose." The little brother on the side hurriedly reminded.

"Ah, yes, look, my brother, you beat him, do you have to pay for the medical expenses?" Lu Yi asked.

"No problem, let's count." Wu Xiaode said.

"Ten thousand."

"Give."

The money went back again.

Bite!

This time I went to fifteen thousand.

Lu Yi watched the money on his mobile phone arrive, and a thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Let's go together, kill them—

No way!

That's a felony, and I can't afford to play it.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wu Xiaode's mobile phone and suddenly jumped to the balance page.

Five, six, seven...... Seven figures.

Lu Yi took a breath, his feet were nailed to the spot like nails, and he couldn't move a single bit.

"Let's go!"

He suddenly let out a shout of rage, and then he shifted his body, turned around, and walked towards the door.

Halfway through, he stopped again, and said astringently: "Qian Pavilion Master, today's matter is over, in the future, we will not charge the protection fee of your martial arts hall. ”

After saying that, he didn't look back, and walked out of the door with the gangsters, and closed the door with him.

Wu Xiaode was a little surprised.

- This little thug can do it!

Wu Xiaode turned back to Qian Mingkui and said, "Okay, the gangsters won't have trouble in the future." ”

Qian Mingkui was extremely excited, and said again and again: "Brother Xiaowu! They're really not going to come looking for trouble again? ”

"No, it won't."

"Are they going to repent?"

"Don't worry, it really won't." Wu Xiaode said meaningfully.

Give them another hour.

Within an hour, if those thugs could figure out the twists and turns and respectfully send the money back, they would be spared.

Wu Xiaode was about to speak, when he suddenly saw the Book of the Dead open, revealing two lines of small ice crystal characters:

"It's one thing to help Qian Mingkui awaken his soul power, and it's another thing to help him come out in the martial arts hall to face Fu gangsters, and you have been praised again by the spirit of the ancestor of the genre."

"The spirit of the patriarch is coming."

The next moment.

Wu Xiaode only felt that he was about to lose the presence of his body.

"It's this familiar feeling again......"

He groaned, his body completely out of control.

Soon.

His whole temperament has changed.

Although he was still standing in place, there was an indescribable gloom on his body.

"Boy, you are very good, this seat originally planned to pass on a set of plum blossom pile kung fu, but now it seems that the thank you gift is not enough."

Wu Xiaode opened his mouth to speak, and his tone changed completely.

If in the past he spoke with the unique vigor of a teenager and the vigilance and caution of an orphan, now his voice is full of coldness and vicissitudes.

It was as if another person had entered his body and was speaking through his mouth.

"Your Excellency, if you have something, just tell me." Wu Xiaode responded with thought.

"I'll discuss with you, Qian Mingkui is facing the matter of twelve o'clock at midnight for the first time, don't interfere." That Ancestor Spirit Dao.

"I originally wanted to take care of him, but since you said so, I don't have a problem."

Wu Xiaode hesitated, but still reminded: "It's dangerous to enter for the first time, you really don't want me to help him?" ”

"Our faction is quite meritorious, as long as he is on the Tao, he will be blessed by God, boy, you don't have to worry about it."

Heaven willing......

So confident?

"Okay, I'm okay." Wu Xiaode said.

The ancestral spirit changed his words and said, "But in the future, you can take care of each other—are you willing to take care of him?" ”

"Okay." Wu Xiaode happily agreed.

"So simply?"

"He's a good guy, he fits my temper, and it just so happens that I need a helper."

"In that case, I'll pass it on to you."

Wu Xiaode watched as he walked step by step to the weapon rack and pulled out a long knife from it.

"Boy, you helped him awaken his innate power, drove away the gangsters, and promised me one thing."

"I'll pass you on a set of knife techniques."

"There are only two moves in this set of sword techniques, which were given by the gods and men in the past, and the power is infinite, and it cannot be passed on lightly unless it is a big chance, you see-huh?"

As he was talking to himself, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the sky.

The sky was full of heavy lead clouds.

The rain is coming.

It's like silence.

The corners of Wu Xiaode's mouth were slightly upturned, his expression was full of sarcasm, and he said coldly:

"Hide your head and show your tail."

He strode into the main hall of the martial arts hall, jumped onto the patriarch altar enshrined in the center, and reached for a wooden knife on the side of the statue.

The statue is a long-haired man wearing a hat, riding a horse, with a sword at his waist and a spear tied to his back.

"Hey! Brother Xiaowu, it's an old antique, you start slowly, don't damage it, disrespect the ancestor. Qian Mingkui shouted from afar.

Wu Xiaode's cold eyes glanced over, and snorted: "Descendants of the Qian family, practice your kung fu for a good time, don't worry about anything else." ”

He reached out and rubbed the wooden knife, and the wood was suddenly rubbed open, revealing a long, sharp knife.

"There's a knife hidden in this statue?" Qian Mingkui's eyes widened.

"It's just a spare weapon, not a treasure sword."

Wu Xiaode took the knife, jumped off the altar of worship, swept out of the courtyard, and stood on the martial arts training ground.

Wind.

The cold wind is rising.

There was a continuous sound of muffled thunder in the sky.

"Boy, have you offended anyone?" Zu Ling asked.

"Someone killed me."

"And then?"

"I went around the gates of hell and came back." Wu Xiaode said.

"Hmph, no wonder I awaken the ability of the undead - thankfully, I can possess and help you." Ancestral Spirit Dao.

Wu Xiaode said: "What do you mean ......?"

"They're coming!"