The cool night breeze blew through the wild grass, and the blood beads on the grass stems rolled with the wind, falling on the tips of the leaves, crumbling.

The already reddened earth grew a mouth underneath, longing to continue to drink the sweet color of blood.

The warehouse had been reduced to wreckage, and Wei Wei's back was against a broken wall, and he was slumped in a pool of blood.

Scattered around him were brocade robes in a miserable state, and mutilated corpses were surrounded by bullet casings that still had residual warmth.

The kinetic firearm, which was supplied in limited quantities by the Ministry of War, and was named 'Shine Gall', was also scattered into parts, and only half of the body of the gun was lying on his lap.

A pair of bright yellow monk shoes came into view.

Wei Wei'an looked up dejectedly and saw a pair of smiling eyes, looking down at him condescendingly.

"The little monk's request is not complicated, I just need Mr. Wei to accompany me to Chongqing Mansion and help me bring out Li Jun. As a reward, the little monk can keep you a hundred households. ”

"The hundred households of Jinyiwei in Chengdu Mansion are Yu Canghai, the shareholder of Qingcheng Group, what's the matter, can you still kill that bull's nose?"

Wei Wei'an sneered, but such a simple action made him cough up a large string of blood foam.

"It's just a Jin Danke who is trapped in Dao Qi and can't be promoted, so why kill him?" The young monk's eyebrows showed a hint of pride.

"What a big breath, don't forget that this is Chengdu Mansion, not your Buddhist territory!"

"The little monk is the walking of the Buddha's door, and the place where I stand is the pure land of the Buddha's gate."

In front of him, he stared at the bloody body that stood up with difficulty against the wall, "The monks don't speak, and the words of the little monk hope that Wei Baihu will consider them carefully." ”

"Hahahahaha."

Wei Wei'an felt that his heart and lungs were burned by fire, and even the slightest movement of pulling the corners of his mouth would cause a sharp pain that pierced his heart.

"Consider?"

He slowly raised his head, patted the flying fish flow pattern on the chest of his shirt, and sneered: "Have you seen Lao Tzu's flying fish suit?"

Silent Wu's face was calm, "Over the years, there are not a few Jinyi guards who have knelt down to the Buddha to repent and beg for forgiveness. ”

"But Lao Tzu is not them, and they are not worthy of being brocade guards!"

Wei Suan's eyes were blood-red, and his body was so strong that he couldn't dissolve the killing intent.

The body, slightly rickety from the severe pain, slowly straightened up, and the twisted spine made a shuddering clicking sound.

Slide your toes against the ground until your feet are shoulder-width apart, and your hands are like knives in front of you.

Wei Wei'an grinned, revealing a mouthful of scarlet teeth, "Come, Lao Tzu will let you taste the hardships that your ancestors have suffered!" ”

"It turns out that it's still a hidden martial arts remnant."

The Huigen at the center of the eyebrows of Silent Wu was bright red like blood, and the single palm standing on the chest rotated slightly, and the palm turned outward, forming a fearless seal.

"It's your grandfather!"

The corners of Wei Suan's mouth showed a cruel smile, and his hands were like knives.

Poof!

As soon as the palm fell, Wei Wei's arms were broken at elbows, and the wound was as smooth as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

In the second palm, a hideous crack stretched from Wei Wei'an's shoulder to his waist and abdomen, and the pumping heart in the bones of the machine was almost visible.

In the third palm, the flying fish suit on Wei Suan's body exploded into flying flotsam, and his feet and ankles were suddenly shattered.

The general banner of the brocade-clothed guard, who had never begged for mercy until he died, used his back to stand against the severed wall, his eyes wide with anger, and he did not fall.

Shan Wu raised his palm to his eyes, staring at the white liquid stained on his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a contemptuous smile.

"Red blood turned white, self-willingly depraved, it turned out that even the remnants of sin are not waste, Buddha, I don't even have the interest in refining you as a protector."

The young monk flicked his fingers, and a golden ball no bigger than an adult's fist rolled out of his robe and bounced to the ground.

With a sonorous sound, the ball deformed and extended, and it turned into a palm-sized, childlike mechanical novice.

"I've seen the Buddha."

Xiao Shami clasped his hands together and bowed to the Silent Warrior.

Then he turned around and jumped, jumped on Wei Weian's shoulder, flipped his palms upside down, spit out two knives as thin as cicada wings, and stuck them to Wei Wei's jaw.

Zilala.

With a terrifying sound of flesh and blood splitting, Silent Wu raised his eyes to look southeast.

"Since you choose to eat the Buddha and enter the seventh martial arts, the little monk will kill you and enter the sixth Buddha."

The young monk folded his hands and bowed slightly.

"Cause and effect are counterproductive, and there is no obstacle to the Buddha."

Hongya Mountain, Peace Hotel.

Li Jun placed a sign that read 'The proprietor goes out, and the rest will be another day' by the door.

The font is crooked, and at first glance it is from him.

Since the Qixia Group, this peace hotel has become his foothold.

Zou Sijiu, as the owner, was also upright, and before leaving Chongqing Mansion, he handed over a feng shui compass to Li Jun, the core center of the 'Eight Gates' of the Peace Hotel.

However, he also told him with tears in his eyes, saying that this shop was rented by him with most of his life savings, and no matter what happened, he must not do anything here.

Even if you really want to fight, remember to switch to 'Death's Door first, where the structure is the most stable and cannot be easily defeated.

Otherwise, if the storefront was damaged and taken back by Hongya Mountain, they would have to move together to live in the eighteen-ladder slums.

"Actually, you don't have to go to the Eighteen Ladders, Hezangjia also has a lot of fields in other districts."

Li Jun recalled that when he said this, Zou Sijiu's face was like a dead wife, and he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

In fact, Li Jun knew what the reason for Zou Sijiu's sudden departure.

Except that he wanted to put the boy named Xiaoqiang in a safe place, but this cause and effect. The more important reason is that he can't awaken Li Hua's soul.

Zou Sijiu did not hide this from Li Jun, but told it frankly.

The core of the Mo family's 'Ming Ghost' is the soul, and the armor shaped like exoskeleton armor is just a carrier.

If the soul does not return, the 'Ming Ghost' will never wake up.

However, Zou Sijiu is not cheating, he gave a solution, that is, shaking people.

A thing that the Yin-Yang Eight Masters can't do doesn't mean that the Yin-Yang family followers of a higher order can't do it.

This ritual stick can hand over the control core of the Peace Hotel to Li Jun, in fact, there is also a layer of pledge in it.

And Li Jun also has his own plans, since he does not choose to continue to flee, then he will inevitably face the ensuing battle.

At this time, letting Zou Sijiu take Li Hua away can be regarded as helping him share his worries.

As long as Li Hua is not in Chongqing Mansion, Li Jun can naturally let go of his hands and feet unscrupulously and fight with those upcoming dragons crossing the river.

"If the world isn't that fucked up, maybe opening a shop and being the owner would be a good choice."

Li Jun stood in front of the store, looking at the endless crowd in the Yalou Market, and a trace of sigh suddenly jumped in his eyes.

"It's a pity, there are too many people in this world, whether they want to die or those who are looking for death."

Li Jun shook his head, shook many useless thoughts out of his mind, and turned around to return to the store.

(End of chapter)