The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 112 Visit
"Fan Jiu", holding the jade weapon in his hand, touched his face and looked at the white ball rolling on the ground.

"Brother Fan, you are really good at being shameless. Will he break the white ball?"

"Qin Zhiming" walked out of the fat man's belly, squatted down and picked up the white ball:

“No, don’t look at the only white water.

I vomited out all the bones I had eaten over the years.

There are at least tens of thousands of people. Can't the bones of so many people contain one head?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crack and a gap suddenly appeared on the white ball.

He was so scared that he quickly vomited another ball of white water, covering the white ball.

"The Bone Training Realm is indeed powerful. I promise there will be no problem this time."

"Qin Zhiming" smiled awkwardly and looked at "Fan Jiu" who was holding the jade weapon tightly and ready to chop again at any time.

"Fan Jiu" let out a long sigh:

"Brother Fan, change your face first."

He picked up the jade weapon, poked it diagonally into his forehead, and gently peeled off the entire face skin, revealing the throbbing red flesh.

After doing all this, he handed the knife and face skin to "Qin Zhiming".

"Qin Zhiming" put the white ball on the table and picked up the jade soldier.

He carefully peeled off the skin and put the skin peeled off by "Fan Jiu" on his own face.

As his facial skin twitched and moved, Fan Jiu's face returned to normal without a single scar left.

Then, he picked up the skin he had peeled off, gently placed it on Qin Zhiming's face, and pressed it with both hands.

After a while, Qin Zhiming touched his face and looked at Fan Jiu:

"Why do you feel a little stiff?"

Fan Jiu carefully examined Qin Zhiming's face:
“It’s normal. When we had our face transplant, you had a lot of energy and blood, so my skin could be nourished by your face.

But I can't do that, because the blood in my body belongs to a martial artist.

I need to use his blood to make my skin and flesh swell up so that I can look like an ordinary person.

Look at the index finger of my hand. Isn’t it a little shriveled?
This shows that the living blood in my body is gradually turning into dead blood.

You have a strong physique, and your skin and flesh need a lot of qi and blood to nourish.

I can barely even maintain my own skin now, where can I get the energy and blood to nourish your skin?

So, it's normal for you to feel stiff-skinned.

Fortunately, we changed quickly, otherwise your face would be as hard as iron in a while.

Rub your face more, I estimate that in less than half an hour, your face will return to normal."

While Qin Zhiming was rubbing his face, Fan Jiu looked at the headless corpse standing there.

The corners of his mouth were raised and his eyes were full of joy, as if he was looking at a priceless treasure.

"Okay, Brother Fan, eat it. This is the reward you deserve."

Qin Zhiming smiled and patted Fan Jiu's shoulder.

Fan Jiu suppressed his excitement, turned around and walked to the fat corpse with its belly exposed.

With a swish, he used the jade weapon to cut his wrist and drained the blood in his body into the belly of the fat corpse.

During the process of blood drainage, Fan Jiu's skin and flesh slowly shrank and his body gradually turned into a mummy.

After draining all the blood and turning into a mummy, Fan Jiu walked up to the headless corpse.

He raised the right wrist of the headless corpse, poked a hole with the jade weapon, and then blocked it with his shriveled mouth.

Gurgle, accompanied by the sound of drinking water.

Fan Jiu's flesh and skin began to swell up again like a ball filled with water, while his headless corpse gradually shrank.

Afterwards, Fan Jiu, with a ruddy face, returned the jade weapon to Qin Zhiming and stretched out his hands towards the neck of the headless corpse.

Swish! Countless streams of white water flowed out from his neck and merged into his open hands.

The headless corpse then sank like a deflated ball at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Qin Zhiming stepped forward and grabbed the fallen headless corpse with both hands, allowing Fan Jiu to continue devouring it.

After a while, Qin Zhiming threw the shriveled corpse in his hand, which looked like clothes, onto the ground casually.

"Finished?"

Fan Jiu nodded and let out a long sigh.

Then, he clasped his fist towards Qin Zhiming:

"Thank you, Brother Qin. Now, except for the warriors who practiced marrow training, no one else in the county city can do anything to me."

Qin Zhiming looked at the mummy on the ground:

"Brother Fan, can you use this thing to make something for me?"

Fan Jiu seemed to know what Qin Zhiming wanted to do. He picked up the dried corpse on the ground and rubbed it carefully.

"No problem, I guarantee Brother Qin will be satisfied."

After he said that, he stuffed the mummy into the fat corpse's belly.

At this time, Qin Zhiming picked up the motionless white ball on the table.

"Almost done, Brother Fan, open it."

"Just in case, let me take it." Fan Jiu took the white ball with one hand.

In an instant, the white ball turned into white water and merged into his left hand, and a head with closed eyes appeared.

"Lord Nie, is he dead?" Before Qin Zhiming finished his words, the head suddenly opened its eyes and a stream of white air came out of its mouth.

Bang! The arrow-like white gas that shot towards Qin Zhiming was blocked by Fan Jiu's right palm.

Seeing the white gas dissipate, Nie Hongshen glared at Qin Zhiming unwillingly.

“The bone training warrior is really amazing.

There is only one head left, but it still has such power."

Fan Jiu sighed sincerely as he looked at his right palm which was numb, stiff and bleeding after the white gas penetrated his skin and flesh and hit his hand bones.

Qin Zhiming stared at Nie Hongshen's eyes which were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Master Nie, I'm sorry I can't help myself."

"Did the Blood Dragon instruct you to kill me?"

Seeing Qin Zhiming shaking his head, Nie Hong frowned deeply.

"Who is that? Hong Gong? Or..."

Qin Zhiming grinned:
"It's me who wants to kill you."

Nie Hongshen was stunned:
"Why? You want to avenge those people I hacked to death at the pier? You are not that kind of person."

Qin Zhiming shook his head:

"Of course not, I killed you because I needed you to help me do something.

But I know you can't do anything for me.

So, I can only find someone to replace you and take away your power."

When Fan Jiu heard this, he turned Nie Hongshen around and stared into his eyes.

"Master Nie, I am the one who will replace you."

"He exchanged identities and used the secret of becoming an immortal to entice my mind. The poison in the tea..."

Fan Jiu interrupted Nie Hongshen:

"I took advantage of your concentration on the fat corpse to add some stuff to your cup."

"A large gold ingot in exchange for your internal energy being slowed down by half a breath. This money is worth it."

Qin Zhiming signaled Fan Jiu to put his head on the desk.

Nie Hongshen looked at Qin Zhiming and then at Fan Jiu.

"The face can be changed, but what about the voice?"

Qin Zhiming and Fan Jiu looked at each other and smiled.

"Master Nie, you are so busy, how can you remember Brother Fan's voice?
What's more, Brother Fan has been locked up in the dungeon for so many years and has only spoken to you twice recently.

The tone of voice he used these two times was completely different.

You are too arrogant. I am sure you don't care about Brother Fan's voice.

However, just in case, I still used my own means to imitate Brother Fan's voice.

And this sound is only five or six points similar, so you don't even notice it. "

The means Qin Zhiming was talking about were his internal energy.

He had used internal energy to vibrate his vocal cords before, making his voice sound androgynous.

This time was no exception, he touched and observed the vocal cords inside Fan Jiu's cut neck.

By using changes in muscles and vibrations, he made his voice sound 50% to 60% similar to Fan Jiu's.

In fact, he could have done it even better, but as he said, how could a man as proud as Nie Hongshen remember the voice of a defeated general?

Judging from the results, this is indeed the case.

"Where's your wife? Don't you want her anymore?"

Nie Hongshen shifted his gaze to Fan Jiu.

"Yes, why not? The problem is that my wife is in the county governor's mansion. What does it have to do with killing you, sir?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Nie Hongshen's pupils expanded and then shrank.

The scene that happened in an instant was seen clearly by Qin Zhiming and Fan Jiu.

"you sure?"

“Hahahahahaha, now it’s confirmed.”

Fan Jiu covered his mouth to hide his laughter.

"Master Nie, I want to ask you, has Blood Dragon asked you to do anything recently?

I hope Lord Nie, you will tell me everything you know.

Otherwise, the lives of all of you in the Nie Mansion may be in danger."

Qin Zhiming spoke each word with emphasis.

Just as Nie Hongshen was about to speak.

Tap, tap, there were footsteps outside the door.

Fan Jiu immediately wrapped his head with white water again, and turned to look outside with Qin Zhiming.

Knock, knock, there's a knock on the door.

"Master, Lord Long is here to visit."

(End of this chapter)