Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 435 Monk, you are blackmailing Chu Yunfei with eight or ten barrels of gasoline

He Songling curiously used the Qi-watching technique in his inner vision to see, and found a familiar Qi flow path around Tang Jiaren's head.

"So that's what it is, the Bubble Head Curse, ha ha ha ha, you old thing, you're really something!"

He laughed heartily.

The Bubble Head Charm is a spell cast by third-year apprentices at Flamel Academy. It is a spell that can create a large bubble around the head, allowing people to get enough oxygen to breathe underwater or when the air around them is polluted.

The Bubblehead Charm creates a large bubble around the caster's head, which looks like a goldfish bowl turned upside down on top of the head. This spell can be used to breathe underwater, or to isolate the surrounding polluted air. However, wizards with bad breath will make the gas in the bubble unfit for breathing after thirty minutes.

He Songling came back from Europe twice and brought a lot of strange people and magic skills from Lao Zhong to Europe. He also brought back many reprints of magic books that Taber allowed to be circulated from the Flamel Academy.

You have to know that He Songling went to Tianshi Mansion, Wudang Mountain, Shaolin Temple, and Baiyun Temple in recent years. He did not go to these sects to fight.

Of course fighting is inevitable in the end, and fighting scenes are the most exciting and can determine the winner, but no matter what, the banner used is "communication and learning."

There is definitely nothing to discuss about the Sanyi Sect. They are very extreme. They only have one sect, which is to achieve the third level of rebirth. If you can cultivate to the end, you will become an immortal. If you can't cultivate to the end, I will die immediately. There is really nothing to say.

Fortunately, He Songling was well-versed in many fields, and he would often share some things that other sects allowed to be passed on, or things that he had learned from other sects and adapted and upgraded, for communication.

He Songling learned from them, and they also learned from He Songling, so no one lost out.

Among them, of course, Qinghe Village and Tang Clan are also included.

After all, it’s my father-in-law’s house.

It is not known whether other people have learned it or not, but as a strong contender for the title of King of Killers, although Tang Jiaren is retired, he is still very concerned about these things that can conceal his breathing.

This time underground, he demonstrated excellent application of the Bubble Head Spell.

"Half of my calf was broken, and the Achilles tendon of the other leg was also broken. The wound on my shoulder almost tore off my entire arm, leaving only some flesh and skin. My martial arts skills were almost ruined, but fortunately, I survived."

After simple first aid, Tang Jiaren still did not wake up, but his life was no longer in danger. If it were an ordinary person, this kind of injury would definitely kill him, but for a powerful alien like him, there was still a chance of survival.

"It was too careless. We shouldn't have let the people from the 358th Regiment leave so early." He Songling slapped his forehead, because Yang Lie said as soon as they met that the master's Qi had disappeared. He also judged based on the situation. After the big fuss he made during the day, facing the Japanese soldiers who had strengthened their defenses, it would be more difficult for Tang Jiaren to survive than in the original novel.

Therefore, he also assumed that Tang Jiaren was dead, so he sent Sun Ming and his men away first. If he had known that Tang Jiaren was not dead, he would never have let Sun Ming and his men leave first. After all, the 358th Regiment had a car, and the Independent Regiment...

"Eh? No!"

He Songling looked at the shit-yellow tent in front of him, which was the same color as the Japanese army's uniforms, and suddenly remembered that although the independent regiment had no cars, the Japanese did!

This time, except for the Japanese who escaped, the Japanese soldiers who remained on the battlefield were completely wiped out by the Independent Regiment. The spoils that were taken away included not only weapons and food, but also cars!
The Japanese had trucks, and several of them. "Old Li, find someone who can drive and take the people to the 358th Regiment. Have Chu Yunfei take them to the nearest Nisheng Hospital as quickly as possible!"

He Songling's tone was very urgent. There was no other way. He turned several corners. Under the current situation, the independent regiment could not drive the Japanese troop carrier into the city. It goes without saying that in the city controlled by the Japanese, even in the city still controlled by the bald man, they would inevitably be harassed.

The only option was to ask the 358th Regiment, which was also part of Guo’s army, to send another vehicle.

This will waste a lot of time.

Although Tang Jiaren's condition seems to have stabilized now, who knows what will happen next? The knife wounds and poison wounds on his body are all fatal. He has been buried in the soil for more than two hours, and no one can be sure whether the disease will recur.

"Don't worry, monk, monk!" Li Yunlong also knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately called Wei Dayong, "Find four people to drive Mr. Tang to the 358th Regiment. Remember, you must find Chu Yunfei and emphasize the importance of the matter."

Li Yunlong actually didn't want to look for Wei Dayong. Wei Heshang was his bodyguard. Although he was usually asked to run errands and deliver messages, there were many things he could do when cleaning the battlefield.

But there was no way, the whole independent regiment, including Li Yunlong himself, were a bunch of mud-legged people, Zhang Dabiao was better, he had participated in the Northwest Army's big knife team, but he was not a direct descendant. Only Wei Dayong was a real bald man from the Central Army, with abundant supplies, and could drive a car, especially a truck.

"Yes!"

Wei Dayong was not only a soldier, but also an extraordinary person. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he saluted without saying a word, asked people to carry Tang Jiaren on a stretcher, and walked towards the car.

"Hey, monk, monk." Li Yunlong greeted Wei Dayong stealthily.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Wei Dayong was directing people to check the car fuel gauge. When he heard Li Yunlong's call, he turned back with a confused look on his face.

Li Yunlong looked around like a thief, then whispered, "Don't forget to extort some gasoline from Chu Yunfei, so that he can fill up the car, and then bring back ten or eight barrels of gasoline. We can't lose out on this trip, Chu Yunfei is very rich, we have to extort some good things from him."

"No, Captain, why should we blackmail them?"

Wei Dayong was eager to try, but he said helplessly, "Chu Yunfei is not an easy person to deal with. Even though he is fat, he will not give me gasoline for free, ten or eight barrels. It's good enough that he can give me enough gasoline to run back for the sake of our friendly forces."

"You are so stupid, this group of people, Tang or something..."

"Tangmen."

"Oh, that's right. Mr. He asked the 358th Regiment to send the Tang Sect people here, and then asked them to take them back. Now they left a seriously injured and dying person behind, that's their fault. Do they dare to offend Mr. He? I know that all the equipment on Baldy's side was brought by Mr. He."

Li Yunlong was so cunning that he said with a sly smile, "If it doesn't work, you can find that guy surnamed Sun. Even though it was Mr. He who asked him to leave, I know Chu Yunfei's temper. You can tell him that if Chu Yunfei knows that he came back before saving all the people, Chu Yunfei will have to shoot him. It's easy for him, an adjutant, to move a few barrels of gasoline, right?"

"High, Captain, it's high!"

(End of this chapter)