I slowly leaned over to the closet door and looked out through the crack.

On the sofa sat a man in a gray robe, thin and short, with a goatee, quite a fairy wind and bones.

This is the person in the photo of Li Weiba in Zhang Baoshan's investigation report.

But he is not Wei Ba, but the protector of Wei Ba's side.

The real Wei Ba is disguised as a Dharma protector.

There must be very few people who know this secret.

At least Fang Zhanxin, who invested a lot of money in Wei Ba, definitely didn't know.

But a prince who was far away in the capital knew.

Do Ge Xiu's immortal masters of the Earth Immortal Society know?

If you don't know, it's interesting.

Wei Ba did this out, who did he want to prevent?

The fake Wei Ba on the sofa suddenly stood up, and while continuing to answer the phone, he walked towards the bar not far away, looking as if he was going to have a drink.

He found me.

Real masters will have a sense when they are being spied on.

Since this person can be the protector of Wei Ba, he naturally has real skills.

I just glanced at it and he noticed it immediately.

But this glance was deliberately seen by me.

If it weren't for him being the only one in the room, I would never have looked at it.

Fake Wei Ba walked in front of the cabinet door.

He didn't do it right away, but he continued to take one more step.

I exhaled softly, as if relieved and relieved.

Fake Wei Ba suddenly turned around and slammed his fists on the cabinet door.

The solid wood doors are torn apart as if they were papier-mâché.

With both fists in and out, it was where the head of my standing position was.

He could tell exactly where I was by the breath I breathed.

This level of ear power is not much worse than mine.

And, at the same time as the punch, he also kicked underneath.

The three moves came out together, sealing the small amount of hiding space I had in the cabinet.

As long as you hit with one move, you won't die or be seriously injured!

A real killer move.

It's a pity that I'm a warlock, not a martial artist.

This breath is both misleading and foreshadowing.

The means of shooting flowers, one shot, two blows, three eyes.

What was blown out was the powder that had been prepared a long time ago.

When he broke down the door, he fell into my calculations.

There was a muffled thud, and a ball of fire exploded in the air.

The powder burst into flames under the pressure of the fist wind.

Fake Wei Ba immediately withdrew his fist and leaned back without hesitation.

But the kick from below didn't pull back.

I jumped on the spot, kicked my feet on the back panel behind me, and rushed out of the closet like an arrow from a string, through the burning flames, over the fake Wei Ba, and slapped him on the top of the head.

This palm was like slapping on an iron plate, making a loud bang.

I flipped in the air, landed my palm and slapped it on the ground, and immediately got up.

Fake Wei Ba also turned around at the same time, looked at me, and showed a hideous smile, "I don't know whether I live or die, the immortal soldier trained by the Taoist master has a golden body, copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable." ”

I spread out my palms and turned my palms towards him, "The White Lotus Immortal's art of war is invulnerable, but it can't refute evil spirits!" ”

On the palm of the hand, there is a nail-like mark.

Shaded nails.

The first palm just now was just for positioning, and the palm that slapped on the ground was hitting the same position on the head of the fake Wei Baying.

The nails I used were reproduced by me with wax oil.

It is the technique that hurts the nail, not the nail itself.

The wax oil replica is enough for one-time use.

It melts after use, without a trace, without a trace.

However, the surgery attached above will definitely be able to find the root foot under careful inspection.

Ge Xiu wants to borrow a knife to kill people, so I'll make a mess!

Fake Wei Ba shook, and thin blood flowed out of his eyes, ears and nostrils.

"You dare to break my golden body!"

He was furious, and he stepped forward quickly, his fist thundering.

Without the golden body of the immortal soldier, he is still a first-class master, confident that he can defeat any enemy head-on.

I smiled and let out a second breath.

Fake Wei Ba's body froze in place, and the iron fist, which was no more than an inch away from me, could no longer move in, and a frightened look appeared on his face.

He finally realized that he was dealing with a true warlock.

But it was late, and he could neither move nor speak.

I pulled a moxibustion needle out of the elastic band of my pants, shook it at him, walked behind him, and slowly pierced the key point of the spine, but stopped just as the end of the needle was in the skin.

If he had entered it any more, he would surely die.

But I'm not here to kill.

As a law-abiding citizen, Mr. Yin Mai, I never have a direct touch of human life on my hands.

The fake Wei Ba fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes were wide, he was not breathing, and he looked dead.

I patted his face and sneered: "Don't come to me if you become a ghost, you have a debtor and a debtor, if you want to blame, you can only blame you Wei Baye for having too much appetite, and the old fairy master wants to teach him a lesson with your head!" ”

With that, I followed the voice I had just heard and walked over to where the man was standing on tiptoe.

There were a pair of shallow toe prints on the ground, almost imperceptible.

I pulled another piece of tightly rolled plastic out of the elastic band of my pants.

Inside is a sheet of yellow mounted paper.

I went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of wine, carefully stamped the yellow paper on the footprints, and sprayed it with wine.

After a few moments, the footprints were fully rubbed onto the yellow mounted paper.

After rolling the paper in plastic and stuffing it back into the elastic band, I poured the wine from the bar into the room in a specific trajectory, took another bottle of foreign wine, and drank it slowly against the window.

Before long, the hull shook lightly and began to move slowly.

Footsteps were heard outside the door.

Fang Zhanxin's voice sounded at the door, "Old Immortal, Ms. Yao has arrived." ”

I broke the windowpane with my elbow.

A crisp cracking sound was heard.

The door was pushed open heavily, and a middle-aged man in a formal suit broke in, and when he saw the fake Wei Ba lying on the ground, he immediately exclaimed, "Old Immortal! ”

Behind him stood a tall woman of about thirty years old, wearing a low-cut evening dress that showed off her figure, the ravine was unfathomable, and it was really big.

She was much calmer than Fang Zhanxin, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she didn't scream in surprise, but immediately exited the room.

As she exited, she looked in the direction of the window and saw me.

I grinned at her, made a pistol gesture, made a "BIU" lip shape, and then snapped my fingers and lit the bottle in my hand, slamming it into the ground.

The flames quickly spread along the flames of wine, spreading throughout the room in an instant.

The criss-crossing flames formed three huge burning "Zhu" characters, and under the Zhu characters were nine consecutive "fire" characters.

The god of fire wishes to melt down the mortal dust, and its momentum is difficult to control.

Fang Zhanxin finally noticed me and screamed, "What person, don't run!" ”

I laughed and jumped out of the window, plunging headlong into the fast, icy water.

When I climbed ashore and looked back, the fire was raging at the tail of the cruise ship, slowly approaching the pier where it had just left.

Countless frightened passengers crowded onto the deck.

The crew can also be seen holding a water hose trying to extinguish the flames.

But it would be useless.

I used the method of taking advantage of the situation to help the fire, and it will never be extinguished if it does not burn for half an hour.

This cruise ship is finished.