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

Chapter 173 Two Days Later
On April 23, the four forces successfully forced Chang Anhe to take action.

As a price, thousands of people who did not have time to escape were pushed into Jingtao Tower by Chang Anhe along with siege crossbows and catapults.

A horrific building of corpses was built.

The blood that kept flowing in the nine-story corpse building gathered into a river.

It surged wildly above the Jingtao Pier, dyeing everything scarlet again, representing death.

Hundreds of people were heartbroken and screaming wildly after seeing the corpse building.

From then on, no one dared to look towards Jingtao Pier.

At noon on the same day, Hong Jinlu announced that he would go to the corpse building in person the next day to eliminate the monsters and relieve the suffering.

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Stonewall Camp.

Di Yanfeng brought Qin Zhiming to the gate, where a strong man was waiting under a tree.

"Jing Tao helps Jiang Yongan."

The sturdy man bowed his head and saluted, and Qin Zhiming returned the salute.

A bone-training warrior hiding in the dark took the initiative to walk to the camp gate and asked to meet with him.

Qin Zhiming wanted to hear what the Jingtao gang, who seemed to have no hostility on the surface, wanted to say.

Now that I have failed to train my marrow, no one in the county city can defeat me.

What's more, the rats had already explored the area within a hundred steps, and except for Jiang Yongan, there was no one else.

Therefore, Qin Zhiming was not afraid that this was an ambush.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Zhiming smiled slightly:
"I ran from the city to the outside of the city, such a long distance. I wonder what Brother Jiang wants to talk to me about?"

Jiang Yongan glanced at Di Yanfeng, and Di Yanfeng turned away tactfully.

“The gang leader wants to meet with you and have a chat.

He said that between revenge for his son's murder and ascending to heaven, he wanted to choose ascending to heaven."

Qin Zhiming was stunned and nodded:
"Sure, Brother Jiang, please go back and tell Boss Chang that I will meet him tonight."

Watching Jiang Yongan's departing back, Qin Zhiming murmured to himself:

“Sure enough, the blood-thicker-than-water kinship is nothing compared to becoming an immortal.

As long as our interests are the same, no matter how big the hatred is, we can put it aside. "

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Fanhai Wharf, fifth floor of the granary.

Hong Jinlu stared at the man who had walked in without permission with an expressionless face:
"Qi Hongsheng, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Qi Hongsheng, the leader of Xing Hall who was in charge of enforcing the Fanhai Gang's rules, bowed and saluted:

"Following the order from Master Peng, I am helping Lord Hong refine weapons."

Mr. Hong stood up and looked at him:
"How many years have you been with me?"

"I have been following Lord Hong since the establishment of the Fanhai Gang."

"When did you become an outsider?"

"I don't have that ability. I'm just an ordinary person who handles miscellaneous matters for the Taoist temple."

"When?"

Qi Hongsheng sighed:
"Before Hong Gong built the canal, I was already a layman in the Taoist temple."

Mr. Hong laughed and left:

"Interesting, really interesting."

The murderous intent in the laughter was like a gust of cold wind that engulfed Qi Hongsheng.

It was not until Hong Jinlu went downstairs and his murderous intent disappeared that Qi Hongsheng, who was sweating all over, dared to turn around and ran downstairs to catch up with him.

Soon, the two came to a stone chamber where four stone statues were placed.

Mr. Hong looked at the surging pool of blood and then at Qi Hongsheng.

"Let's get started. What are you waiting for?"

Qi Hongsheng let out a long sigh and took off all his clothes.

The next moment, in front of Hong Jinlu's astonished eyes,

Qi Hongsheng thrust his hands into his abdomen and tore it open with force.

He endured the pain and pulled out a small stone knife.

He raised the knife and pointed it at his throat.

He took three deep breaths, and then the knife pierced his throat.

Swish! Gray quickly spread throughout Qi Hongsheng's body, with the knife as the center, turning him into a stone statue with cracks all over his body.

Feeling the evil spirit contained in the stone statue, Hong Jinlu's eyes turned cold.

If this evil weapon were to be inserted into one's body, the righteous divine power in one's body would definitely get out of control.

Good and evil cannot coexist. When that happens, at best, he will be injured, and at worst, he will lose most of the divine power he has accumulated for decades.

It seems that Bi Shuixian wanted to warn me that he can give me what I want, but I can't snatch it away.

Thinking of this, Hong Jinlu pushed the stone statue into the blood pool with one palm.

Whoosh! The red cloud floating above the blood pool suddenly sank into the blood pool.

The pool of blood quickly shrank and gathered, turning into a dragon-headed cane hanging on the ground.

Looking at the lifelike dragon head that looked like a red jade carving, Mr. Hong stretched out his left hand.

With a swish, the cane flew into his hand, and Hong Gong's eyes suddenly glowed red.

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Inner city area, Cui Mansion’s bedroom.

A beautiful young woman in silk clothes was wiping her tears beside the bed.

Lying on the bed was a person wrapped in gauze, whose appearance could not be seen.

"Master, what am I going to do in the future if you do this?"

The people behind the young woman had different expressions.

Some people looked sad, some were at a loss, and some were secretly happy.

"Ma'am, please go out first.

The doctor said that the master needs to rest."

Under the persuasion of everyone, the young woman wiped her tears and followed them away, leaving only a pretty maid.

The maid closed the door, stood at the entrance, and listened carefully to the noise outside.

Hearing no sound, she quickly walked to the wall and groped with her hands.

I pressed hard on the invisible bump, and a snapping sound was heard on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the secret door made of six bluestone bricks was moved away, revealing a passage, and Cui Jingshan walked out from it.

He walked to the bedside and held the man's hand wrapped in bandages:

"Thank you for your hard work, Cui Fu.

Fortunately, you only suffered minor injuries, otherwise, I would have lost a brother."

Cui Fu on the bed wanted to speak, but he couldn't, and could only let out a rough chuckle.

"Don't talk anymore, just focus on healing, and tell Jin'er if you want anything.

Jin'er, please stay in the bedroom for the next two days and don't let anyone get close to you."

"Don't worry, Master. I will take good care of Butler Cui."

Cui Jingshan nodded and patted Cui Fu's hand:
"In two days, you and I will be able to switch identities again."

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Night falls.

Outer city area, on the long street.

The deserted streets, no longer crowded with people as before, are becoming increasingly dehumanized.

The street stalls were replaced by piles of garbage, with flies swarming above the garbage.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

Two fair and cute Taoist children appeared, holding hands.

"I've almost looked through it all. Did you see anything?"

Tan Er frowned and shook her head:
"I didn't see anything."

"Did the master make a mistake?"

“How is that possible? The master of the temple has a bad feeling, so something must be going against him.

The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves, plotting against the impermanence and dying without knowing it.

The master of the temple is not an immortal, but a half-immortal.

He would immediately detect anything that threatened him.

But this time the scope is too wide, covering Chaolan County.

Therefore, the two of us need to search inch by inch.

I heard that a powerful immortal would know immediately any thought that arises in your mind as long as it is related to him."

As the two chatted, they walked into the alley.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! I'm hungry too! There's not even a mouse! Where can I find food?"

At this moment, the sound of a quarrel in a house made Tan'er pause.

"what happened?"

The idea that was about to take shape was interrupted by Zao'er's words

Tan Er scratched his head:

“I suddenly thought of something, but I can’t remember it anymore.

Time is running out, so let's search separately.

Be careful, and shout if anything happens."

"it is good."

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Night falls.

Jingtao Wharf, Nine-story Building of Corpses.

Chang Anhe, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked towards the stairs.

He was stunned as he watched the approaching figure.

What is this?
(End of this chapter)