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

Chapter 158: Forced and Undercurrent

Jingtao Wharf, ninth floor of Jingtao Tower.

Chang Anhe, who had closed his eyes and was regulating his breathing, opened his eyes and looked at Zaoer, who had just walked into the house through the window, holding a blue skull.

"I wonder what's the matter with you here?"

“Those people have almost finished discussing the strange matter.

On the day when heavy fog fell, you sneaked into the Fanhai Wharf to destroy the medicine and fought with Hong Jinlu.

Both of you are injured. You cannot use your internal energy during this period. If you fight, your injuries will get worse.

They will send people to attack you tonight, intending to lure you into action so that Hong Jinlu can recover from his injuries before you.

You killed thousands of people, and no one was there to protect you, so I had to do it in secret."

Having said that, Zao'er changed the subject and held the skull in front of Chang Anhe.

"Transfer all the remaining Rain Lord power in your body into the new magical instrument I have refined."

Chang Anhe stared at the smiling Zaoer with an expressionless face.

"Don't want to? How about I let the master possess my body and talk to you?

You can't become an immortal disciple, and not many people in the city believe in Yu Bo.

Rather than wasting that power and letting it dissipate, why not give it to me?"

Even if Chang Anhe cannot become an immortal, those divine powers can prolong his life and keep his body in peak condition until the divine powers are exhausted.

The divine power accumulated over decades is enough to add a hundred years to his lifespan.

Perhaps, in these hundred years, he could find an opportunity to become an immortal disciple again.

However, now he could only suppress the anger in his heart, put his right hand on the skull, and transfer the divine power into the magic weapon.

The skull became more and more round and gradually glowed with blue light.

As the divine power dissipated, a drowsiness and heaviness that I hadn't felt for who knows how long spread throughout my body.

Chang Anhe withdrew his right hand and let out a long sigh, sighing out his depression, sighing out his dreams, sighing out his unwillingness, and sighing out his hope.

“Okay, just stay in Jingtao Tower.

When it is your turn to take action, I will come and let you know.

There might be some noise tonight, but don't worry about anyone coming into Jingtao Tower to disturb you."

As Zao'er left, Chang Anhe closed his eyes again. He was like a prisoner waiting to be executed, imprisoned in this building, with nowhere to go and nowhere to escape.

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Crack! The bluestone bricks broke and holes suddenly appeared.

Qin Zhiming crawled out of the cave and glanced at the Animal Alley not far away through the window.

"They are going to attack Jingtao Tower tonight, and you can take action then."

Fan Jiu, who looked like Nie Hongshen, slowly walked out from the corner.

Qin Zhiming closed the window and grinned.

“No rush, it’s easy to take down the corpse yard.

The difficulty lies in how to do it quietly without being noticed by others.

You've been to a morgue, have you encountered any difficult characters?"

Fan Jiu thought for a moment.

“The morgue is mostly populated by ordinary people, except for one person, the boss of the morgue.

He is a strange person. He doesn't chat with others and stays in the wooden house all day.

No one has ever seen him leave the morgue, no one knows his name, we just call him Boss.

He will only come out of the wooden house when the white smoke in the cauldron is running low."

"Your sorcery?"

Fan Jiu was silent for a moment and nodded.

“I couldn’t restore my wife and Dabao to their original appearance, so I thought he had a way.

Because there were many powerful people in the inner city who sent corpses to the morgue and asked him to repair them.

So, I sneaked into the cabin late at night and found a recipe on the desk that could repair the corpse.

The boss was sleeping behind me. He suddenly turned over and I hurriedly grabbed the pile of papers on the table and ran away.

After going up the mountain, I cured them using the prescription, and found another evil spell on a piece of paper.

As for the other papers, I couldn’t understand what was written on them.”

"Where are the papers?" "If I can't understand them, I'll burn them."

Qin Zhiming looked at Fan Jiu deeply. Fan Jiu did not dodge and looked into his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I admit that I concealed something.

But these things have nothing to do with you. My wife and Dabao are outside the city.

Do you think I will attack you?" "Who knows what's in people's minds?"

Qin Zhiming laughed, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and waited for the night.

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Changxing Street, branch compound.

Uncle Wei and the accountant Huang walked into the study with the letter.

"Ah Feng, take a look at the letter that just came from headquarters.

Let us send out all the warriors from the branch, and also send out 20 gang members wearing iron armor and holding powerful crossbows.

We just walked around the site. Where is Chen Youhuang? So many people are missing too?"

Di Yanfeng, who was sitting behind the desk, glanced at the letter that Uncle Wei had placed on the desk.

"how could I know?"

"How could you not know? Aren't you guys together often?" Accountant Huang frowned.

"After I had a quarrel with Chen Youhuang, the brothers stopped paying attention to me. It must be Chen Youhuang who said bad things about me behind my back."

Di Yanfeng cursed.

Uncle Wei and the accountant Huang looked at each other and knew they were in trouble.

The two originally wanted to sideline Di Yanfeng and use him to command those people in the branch who had been through life and death with Qin Zhiming.

Unexpectedly, I ended up making things worse and went too far.

"What about this order?"

"It's very simple. I can just lead the others. Chen Youhuang is not the only warrior in the gang."

"Then who are you going to let go?" Uncle Wei asked.

Di Yanfeng reported several names, but they were rejected by the two for various reasons.

Those people were their subordinates, and they were unwilling to let their men go to their deaths.

The best way is to find the people Qin Zhiming left behind.

Now that they are all dead, the old gang members will have the final say in this branch.

The idea came to mind and Uncle Wei made a suggestion.

“I think it’s inappropriate. Those people are from the Fanhai Gang. How could they leave the branch without permission?

Afeng, are you sure you can't find them?
Or should we tell the gang about this and see what they say? "

“When you mention it, I think of a place.

How about going and seeing it now?"

Di Yanfeng stood up, looked at Uncle Wei, and then at the accountant Huang.

"Walk."

After a while, he led the two of them into the alley.

"Brother Wei, the names I just reported are all your people, right?

That's why you don't want them to go.

Brother Huang, how much money have you taken from the day I became the branch leader until now? "

The sudden questioning caught accountant Huang and Uncle Wei off guard.

Uncle Wei sensed something was wrong and turned to leave, pulling the accountant Huang.

It was too late, both sides of the alley were blocked by a group of grinning burly men.

The person in charge was actually Chen Youhuang.

"How come they are here?" Accountant Huang was shocked.

The two of them followed Di Yanfeng the whole time and didn't see him talking to anyone else.

Di Yanfeng smiled and said nothing.

Sometimes, a gesture or a look can let your companions know what happened.

He walked up to Chen Youhuang and explained in detail what had just happened.

"Stop their mouths, seal them both in iron armor, and take them to Jingtao Tower."

When the two heard Chen Youhuang's order, they opened their mouths to shout.

Bang! Two wooden sticks hit the back of their heads and they fell to the ground.

Di Yanfeng had a strange look on his face, his eyes moving back and forth between the broken sticks in the hands of his two brothers and the bleeding backs of their heads on the ground.

"You two fools, you won't beat them to death, will you?"

The two strong men looked at each other and one of them laughed.

"Should I not die?"

(End of this chapter)