Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 994

The roar of the White Tiger, no need for hands, feet or weapons, Bai Lang roared and all the Japanese soldiers in the headquarters left their bodies - this is the power of the White Tiger. There were no living people in the building, and the Japanese soldiers in front of him fell to the ground one after another, their souls were all dispersed by Bai Lang's roar. He didn't care whether there was a hell in this world or not, anyway, it was enough to kill them.

Bai Lang removed the warhorse made of true qi and the weapon in his hand, and walked leisurely in the dead headquarters. "There is nothing worth collecting. The 14th Nanbu is not even worthy of being a collection." The Japanese sword is an iron bar, and it is even less worthy of collection. Bai Lang searched for a while, and finally just put a bag of silver dollars in his pocket - this should be the activity funds of a certain agency, used for bribery.

Bai Lang walked out of the building, looked back and sneered, "Killing is not enough today! This world actually follows the rules so much, then I'll make a small opening for it!" It seemed that there was no way out for him. This world follows strict materialistic principles, but it does not mean that nothing can be created.

It is impossible for a monster to transform into a human, but it is physically possible for a monster to be infused with mysterious and unknown energy, grow and live beyond the limit, and thus have some special abilities - such as secreting psychedelic ingredients and affecting the five senses through brain waves, which is allowed by materialism. A body beyond the ordinary and the corresponding powerful power are also acceptable to materialism.

Of course, the body can block pistol and rifle bullets, but it can't block high-speed armor-piercing bullets. This is also allowed by the rules. If it is transformed into a "metal life monster", it is not surprising that it can block artillery shells. Silicon-based creatures are also a possibility allowed by science.

So Bai Lang prepared to do something bad.

This time, Bai Lang did not stay in his hometown, but headed westwards to WLMQ. He initially wanted to go to Xi'an because it was the geographical center of China, but then he changed his mind and thought, isn't the center of the Eurasian continent 480 kilometers west of WLMQ? He might as well go there to cause trouble, which would just cover the whole of Europe and Asia.

Bai Lang was full of energy, running day and night in a straight line. If he were a mortal, he would have died long ago. Only a guy like him who had mastered the martial arts and reached the level of a golden arhat could run without sleep. If he really had the power of an arhat, he should have used his divine feet to reach the destination in a few steps. In the end, he had to run like this. Although he could travel thousands of miles a day, it was still a hassle.

"Forget it, running is healthier!" Bai Lang comforted himself while running at a suitable speed of 120 kilometers per hour - he would not run at night, and would definitely find a good place to sleep. If he was in a town, he would use silver dollars to buy a hotel, and in the wilderness, he would sleep on trees and rocks. Nothing in this world that could harm him has appeared yet.

There are also black shops that want to harm people, but Bai Lang looks like a wealthy man with delicate skin and tender flesh. Although he has a big beard and drooping eyebrows and is tall, in the eyes of the greedy shop owner and waiter, he is just a fat sheep from another place. Moreover, this fat sheep pays generously, and you can even see a pocket full of silver dollars.

They wanted to kill this person right away, and the method was simple - at night, the store owner called the waiter, took the musket and the broadsword to go in and kill him, and then threw the fat sheep's body into the mass grave at night. As a result, this hit a wall. Bai Lang had sensed the moment they had malicious intentions - he was the Lord of the White Tiger Star, and he was most familiar with this kind of breath. At night, Bai Lang was sleeping soundly, and the four people came up on tiptoe - there was no such thing as smoke, and it was not a martial arts novel where there was such a strong anesthetic. Hook unfastened the bolt of the door, and the four people rushed in. One of them held a dog tag and a gun, and the three held daggers and short knives and rushed to the bed - the broadsword would not work, and using the broadsword in this place would be preparing to kill one's own people.

The knife stabbed forward, and there was a metallic sound. How could an ordinary weapon break through the defense of the Golden Bell Cover? The recoil force immediately knocked the dagger away, and the handle directly pierced into the chest of the guy who did it - it should be said that only a small part of the tip of the knife was exposed on the chest of this guy, and the almost 30-centimeter-long knife was almost completely embedded in this guy's body.

The man fell backwards, blood gushing out of his chest, his lungs were flattened by the impact, four ribs were broken, and pink bubbles gushed out of his throat, but it was a pity that it was hard to see in the dark. Bai Lang sat up, stretched out his hand and pressed the skulls of the other two guys into his chest. The last one holding the gun was the shopkeeper, who was actually stunned at first.

Bai Lang lit the oil lamp and smiled at him, and then this guy came to his senses. He was in a superposition state of kowtowing and begging for mercy and shooting to kill. That's right, this guy first pulled the trigger repeatedly at Bai Lang, and then naturally slid down to his knees as if he was going to kowtow.

The bullet didn't hit Bai Lang at all - this place wasn't rich, and it wasn't a busy thoroughfare. The dog-tag rifle in the shopkeeper's hand wasn't of good quality, and he didn't know how many times it had been bought. Anyway, Bai Lang thought the rifling was worn out. So in a panic, the bullet flew around, and it didn't hit him at a distance of only two meters.

It doesn't matter if it hits you. This kind of small-caliber bullet won't kill you unless it hits your vitals. Even a military coat from later times can block the bullet. Bai Lang's Golden Bell Cover is not afraid of this kind of toy. The bullet flew away and the person slid to his knees. Bai Lang was also very kind. He casually stepped on the shopkeeper's head and exploded it. The soles of his shoes were not even stained with blood because of the Qi isolation.

But it was definitely impossible to sleep in this place, so Bai Lang opened the door of the room two rooms apart and went in to sleep.

In the morning, he also made his own food. He went to the kitchen to find some food and cooked a meal, then left directly through the back door. As for when these bodies would be discovered? That was none of Bai Lang's business.

In this way, it took Bai Lang a week to go to WLMQ. At that time, WLMQ was still called Dihua, which was considered a famous big city in Xinjiang and even Central Asia. Bai Lang came here and had a good meal. He planned to stay here for three or five days before leaving to do bad things. "Mutton, fruit, but it's really the old society. Look at the depression in the market, and there are still people trafficking."

There were no colorful clothes and skirts like those in later times. Even the so-called Uighur beauties, if there were any, were in shabby clothes. The whole place gave people a feeling of poverty. Fortunately, as long as you had money, you could still enjoy the enjoyment you deserve, such as roasted whole lamb.

(End of this chapter)