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

Chapter 47 Suppression
Listen to the sounds of grinding teeth, scratching, gnawing, and hunger in the darkness.

Qin Zhiming grabbed Bai Wenning who was trying to escape. "What do evil creatures usually look like?"

Bai Wenning said anxiously and panicked while trying to break free from Qin Zhiming's right hand.

"Let go! As long as it's dead and can't move, anything is possible!"

Qin Zhiming nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, you take a nap first."

"What?" Before Bai Wenning could react, Qin Zhiming hit her on the back of the neck and she fainted.

Looking at the fallen Bai Wen Ning, Qin Zhiming stepped forward and closed the door completely.

He turned around and looked at the gradually expanding darkness, his eyes gradually lighting up with a pale white light.

The next moment, Qin Zhiming stretched his hand forward, with the palm of his right hand facing the darkness.

Suddenly, his palms began to glow, as if he was holding a dazzling white sun.

Under the illumination of the white light, the darkness ahead slowly dissipated like fog.

Qin Zhiming stepped forward, controlling the white light and making it slowly fit his right hand. A handprint formed by white light appeared.

The handprint pressed into the darkness, and the darkness seemed like a shaking black robe, slowly sinking inwards under the pressure of the handprint.

Qin Zhiming glanced at the iron cages around him. The resurrected corpses were huddled together, as if they were afraid of the white light.

As he went deeper, his back was enveloped by darkness, and all around him were iron cages filled with corpses.

He didn't care at all, instead he quickened his pace, walking faster and faster.

The hideous corpse in the iron cage cried and howled, trying to reach out and grab him, but as soon as it touched the halo of white light, it immediately curled up and trembled.

After a moment, Qin Zhiming stopped and looked at the thick darkness ahead.

He waved his glowing right hand tentatively, and except for the darkness in front of him which remained motionless, the darkness around him seemed to dissipate due to the white light.

It seems that the evil creature's real body should be located in front of us.

The thought flashed past.

Qin Zhiming spread his arms and turned into the shining sun.

In an instant, a brilliant white light appeared, the surrounding darkness suddenly disappeared, and the remaining corpse stopped moving.

Watching the slowly shrinking darkness in front of him, Qin Zhiming gradually closed his arms.

As he closed his eyes, the darkness compressed by the white light became smaller and smaller, until it was pressed into an intact corpse in an iron cage not far away.

Qin Zhiming retracted the white light from his right hand and walked quickly towards the iron cage not far away.

In this iron cage, there is only a corpse with black mist flowing from its facial features.

Qin Zhiming opened the iron cage, held the corpse with his right hand, squatted down and examined it carefully from bottom to top.

There was nothing wrong with the legs, the waist, the abdomen, the chest, and the throat. . .

Qin Zhiming put his left hands together, covered them with white light, and suddenly cut the bulging throat of the corpse, and black mist immediately flowed down.

He reached in with his left hand and fumbled around, and took out a piece of cloth stained with blood and emitting black mist.

When the cloth was shaken open, a scroll of silk book emitting black mist fell down.

The writing style that uses white silk fabric as writing material is called silk book, which is not common.

It is expensive and only dignitaries use it when they need to record important things on important occasions.

Qin Zhiming used his glowing right hand to unfold the silk book that had fallen to the ground.

It was covered with twisted words written in blood, and the black mist was pouring out from these words.

The content recorded in the silk book roughly means that the corpse woke up and found himself in an iron cage, and his throat was made mute by the poison and he could not speak.

Except for the iron cage he was in, the surrounding iron cages were packed with people.

As the days passed, for some reason no one brought water or food anymore.

Unable to bear the hunger, people began to kill each other and fill their stomachs with the flesh and blood of their own kind.

During this period, some people used limbs and internal organs to smash the windows, trying to attract the attention of the outside world.

But where they are, the dock is bustling with people during the day and the tides rise and fall at night.

The sounds they made were too faint to attract anyone's attention.

As time passed, the corpse became more and more conscious, which meant that he was about to die.

So he unfolded the silk book that he treasured and wrote down everything that had happened in the warehouse and his hatred for the person who had caused it.

"I swallowed boiling blood and fresh meat, my eyes were wide open and I couldn't sleep, my stomach was rumbling with hunger and pain was excruciating. If I escape from prison, I will eat my enemies."

Qin Zhiming put away the silk book, lifted his sleeves, and wrapped it around his right arm, which was emitting a faint white light. Under the illumination of the white light, the black mist in the silk book no longer flowed out, but stuck to the distorted text, making it look like the text was covered with wriggling black worms.

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With a crash, Qin Zhiming pushed open the warehouse door and then closed it again.

The two thugs had already moved the wooden table filled with food to a location not far from the gate.

Seeing this, Qin Zhiming walked towards them with a smile.

"Don't wait for me, sit down and eat together!"

At this time, a thug asked cautiously.

"Brother Hu? What was that noise in the warehouse just now?"

They both seemed to hear many people shouting.

Qin Zhiming sat down and took a bite of food with chopsticks.

"Nothing, just a rat."

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West gate.

Nie Hongshen stared anxiously at the endless road between the rice fields.

It's already noon, and the four people who killed the monster haven't returned yet.

The commotion yesterday was obviously caused by someone in the Bone Training Realm taking action.

Four people in the Bone Refining Realm, can’t they be any match for a single ape demon?
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind him.

A bailiff climbed up the city wall and walked to Nie Hongshen who was looking into the distance.

"Captain Nie, the prefect wants to see you at the prefect's residence."

Nie Hong suppressed his anger and took a deep breath.

"What's the matter with me?"

"I don't know. I heard it's related to Miss Bai."

There was a glimmer of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Does he need the government to clean up his mess again?"

The bailiff didn't dare to respond, and Nie Hongshen didn't make things difficult for him. He sighed, walked towards the city wall, and rode towards the county magistrate's mansion.

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Guangbo Street, in a large bungalow courtyard.

When Wang Wu woke up, he opened his eyes wide and looked at his twisting shadow reflected on the wall in horror.

Slowly, the shadow grew larger, almost occupying the entire wall.

The next moment, a shadow protruded from the wall and turned into a grinning black ape head.

"Ape...Ape." The word "monster" has not yet been uttered.

The ape's head turned into an arrow and shot into Wang Wu's mouth along with the black shadow on the wall.

Wang Wu’s face was hideous, his whole body was twitching, and he tossed and turned on the bed.

A moment later, Mrs. Wang Wu heard the noise, opened the door, and saw Wang Wu sitting on the bed with an expressionless face.

"Old Wang, are you okay?"

Wang Wu nodded and gestured for his wife to come over.

The lady walked up to him in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you still not feeling well? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Wang Wu walked down from the bed and reached out to touch his wife's shoulder.

"What are you doing in broad daylight?" The lady smiled and tried to knock his hands away.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wu grabbed her neck in an instant and she had no time to struggle.

With a snap, the head was twisted behind the back.

After doing all this, Wang Wu threw the corpse onto his own shadow.

Watching the shadow swallowing up the corpse like a swamp, Wang Wu touched his stomach.

“Not full yet.”

(End of this chapter)