deceitful cultivator

Chapter 19

After Jin Bin finished speaking, he stood up with ashen face and walked out of the martial arts hall slowly.

He stood at the door with Chen Lihua, as if waiting for something.

Ren Qing's expression was weird. After seeing those old actors in the previous life, he always felt that Jin Bing was unnatural.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that everyone around him was sitting on the futon without moving, but from the sweat on his face, he could see the unrest in his heart.

Negative emotions are gradually brewing.

After a long time, the dark-skinned man fell into a breakdown.

He muttered to himself: "I can't die, someone at home is still waiting for me..."

The dark man stumbled back a few steps, but when he got behind everyone, he took out a wooden thorn from his arms.

He stabbed the other man's back fiercely with a wooden spike, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

The swarthy man woke up like a dream. He looked at his bloody palm in horror, and his legs limp and fell to the ground.

The martial arts disciple in the corner couldn't help laughing.

The injured man touched his back in shock, and seeing that the wound did not affect his internal organs, he rushed at the dark man without hesitation, and the scuffle intensified.

On the contrary, Ren Qing was ignored.

But as time goes by, there are always desperate ones.

Hong Biao had spent some time in the gang called the Green Shrimp Club. Although he didn't have any reputation, he had enough experience in the world.

He felt that Ren Qing, who had just arrived, was a little confused.

As long as this person is attacked and killed, the last person who survives must be himself, and the possibility of staying until the Yamen is found is also the greatest.

Hong Biao relentlessly punched Ren Qing on the back of the neck with his fist.

"Don't blame me for being cruel and merciless, just accept death honestly."

Ren Qing didn't understand what was going on in the martial arts school, so he wanted to stay out of the matter first, but it seemed inevitable that he would get involved.

The wooden knife was drawn out.

Simply slashing and slashing with a knife gives people an illusion of inevitability.

In the eyes of others, it seemed that Hong Biao took the initiative to approach Ren Qing's wooden knife.

how is this possible? ! !

Hong Biao covered his head with his arms.

Ren Qing's wrist turned, and the direction of the wooden knife suddenly changed, piercing directly into Hong Biao's instep.

Blood splattered.

Hong Biao screamed, and subconsciously wanted to pull the wooden knife out of his feet.

Ren Qing snorted coldly, and slashed Hong Biao's neck with his right palm as a knife, and the latter was thrown to the door the moment he passed out.

Chen Lihua said excitedly, "Okay."

Immediately there was silence in the room.

Everyone stopped fighting desperately, sat back on the futon again and stopped talking, even though the wound was bloody and bloody, they forcibly endured it.

Hong Biao outside the door was dragged away, and two martial arts disciples in the corner also left the room.

The gate was locked with chains.

Everyone was wary of each other, especially those who were seriously injured, while Ren Qing was faintly isolated.

Just as Ren Qing wanted to ask a question, a thin figure approached him and said softly, "Brother, I am Zaoli from Chenyang Street, and my name is Jiang Jie."

Jiang Jie swallowed his saliva and asked: "I met you in Yamen, brother, did Yamen know where you were when you came to the martial arts hall?"

Ren Qing shook his head and said: "It's true, but someone should come to look for it if it's been missing for more than five days."

Jiang Jie's eyes were full of fear, and he murmured incoherently to himself: "In two days, everyone here will die, so how can we wait for the Yamen..."

Ren Qing grabbed Jiang Jie's arm and asked, "Tell me what happened?"

Jiang Jie probably wanted to find someone to talk to, so he stumbled and explained.

After Ren Qing finished listening, the doubts in his heart did not ease, but became more intense.

The unnamed disciples in the martial arts gym came here one after another within two days, and they were inexplicably locked in the room after entering.

Chen Lihua would drag three or four people away every day, all during meal times, and the results were self-evident.

Occasionally, I could hear martial arts disciples outside talking about the sweetness and deliciousness of human flesh, with undisguised greed in their tone.

Of course there were some who tried to escape, but there was only one corridor in the martial arts hall, and they didn't replenish water and food for a long time, how could they beat more than a dozen Lianjiazi.

Since they are all dead anyway, they might be able to wait for rescue in the house.

Ren Qing thought to himself calmly, for him, the disciples in the martial arts hall were not even monks, and could not pose a threat at all.

The most important thing is how to obtain the Shenzujing safely, and remove yourself afterwards.

Of course, even if Ren Qing exposed his skills, the worst thing would be to join the jailer, and Song Zong did not prove the origin of his skills.

After about two or three hours, Jin Bing and others returned to the martial arts hall.

They couldn't help exuding an unpleasant smell, and the muscles on both feet swelled to varying degrees.

Especially Jin Bing, no matter how uncomfortable he is, he still can't hide the degree of alienation of his legs is the most obvious.

Jin Bin sighed and took out a bandage to bandage the wounded to stop the bleeding, and then specially distributed some dry food to satisfy their hunger.

It made everyone feel grateful to Jin and even.

Ren Qing did not show any abnormality after taking the dry food, but he was not going to eat it. Who knew there was something tricky in it.

The more he looked at Kingpin, the more awkward he felt. He simply closed his eyes to rest and wait for the situation to continue to unfold.

As a result, Jin Bing actually taught the octopole legs.

Except for Ren Qing, who listened with gusto, the rest were not interested. The most important thing is to recover some energy while free.

Wait until night falls.

There were a lot of footsteps outside the door, and it seemed that there were people gathering again.

Ren Qing noticed that the people around him fell asleep due to exhaustion.

He stood up and asked, "Senior Brother Jin, I want to die to understand. Before I die, I read the cheat book that records Baji legs."

"..."

Jin Bing's expression was a little strange. After hesitating for a while, he took out a thin book and handed it over.

Ren Qing flipped through a few pages casually, then put the book aside, and then continued to close his eyes and rest.

I didn't expect that the amount of information contained in the cheat book would be so large.

【Octopole legs】

[Created by Chen Yongxing, it is divided into two chapters, the main chapter and the second chapter. There are 36 postures in the second chapter, and the main chapter requires the introduction of medicine. 】

[Medicine: Chen Yongxing uses his leg meat as a medicine, and after eating it, he can exert strength far beyond that of ordinary people with the help of alienation. 】

Such cheats are not considered spells at all, at most they are alternative martial arts created to match the body to adapt to strange objects.

Ren Qing had some guesses about the cause and effect.

When martial arts disciples first started practicing Baji legs, they didn't have much demand for human flesh, and they could eat it for a long time by raising humans and animals, but their appetites got bigger and bigger.

No wonder Shenzujing clearly has nothing to do with cannibalism, but the martial arts hall is full of smog.

Jin Bing's eyes were red, and Ren Qing's actions were undoubtedly provocative to him.

Although he tried his best to pretend to be gentle and refined on the surface, his facial features were still distorted, and his killing intent was almost unbearable.

Human nature fades, and animal nature begins to wake up.

(End of this chapter)