I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 118 Whip Stained with Vermillion

Mr. Li's forehead was covered with sweat. Liu Zhengfeng was already dead, so how could the voice appear here? He thought of the person who killed Liu Zhengfeng, so he shouted: "Be alert, the other party is here! No matter what the price, we must keep him here, alive or dead..."

Wow...

The glass window is broken!
I saw a man in a windbreaker coming in with his head in his hands and breaking the glass.

It's incredible. Although the glass of the villa is not bulletproof, it is double-layer laminated glass. As long as you don't deliberately use window-breaking tools to hit the corners of the glass, it is basically difficult to be damaged...

Mr. Li had no time to exclaim.

The three masters sitting on the sofa have stood up. They simultaneously drew the pistols from their waists and fired at the man in the windbreaker!
All the bullets hit the man in the windbreaker, but the sound heard was a little strange, not like when they usually kill people.

The man in the windbreaker was Zhang Xiuren. He pulled out two knives from his waist, fired bullets at one of the men, and killed him on the spot...

The remaining two people were a little stunned.

They were three brothers, and the one who was killed was the youngest.

The boss' pupils trembled, and he took a step back and shouted, "This guy seems to have special abilities, a golden bell and iron cloth shirt? Our guns don't work on him..."

The second brother's brain was quick, and he looked at Mr. Li and said, "It's either the legendary Golden Bell Cover or a sorcery. Do you have any black dog blood? Hurry up and bring it over to pour on it!"

Mr. Li really has...

Influenced by Liu Zhengfeng, he understood a little bit of metaphysics. Black dog blood could break both evil and righteous magic, so he got a bottle of it on a whim and put it in the refrigerator.

Zhang Xiuren was only a scholar, not a scholar of the six arts. He could read and fight, but he waved his sword recklessly and forced the two masters to jump up and down...

Mr. Li took out the preserved black dog blood from the refrigerator. A special agent had been added to it so that it would not clump and would remain watery.

He opened the stopper of the glass bottle and gathered his strength to throw it at Zhang Xiu'ren!
boom!
With a gunshot!
The glass bottle exploded in his hand, shattering all over the floor, and black dog blood splattered all over the sofa.

Chen Qingyuan came in from the broken window with a gun in his hand.

Here comes another one!
Mr. Li looked ashen, and cursed in his heart: "Where are the people? Are all the bodyguards outside the villa dead?"

boom!
boom!
Chen Qingyuan raised his hand and shot each of the two masters.

These two men were indeed quite skilled, but they met Zhang Xiu'ren, who was not afraid of harm at all. His knife had blades on both sides, making it hard to defend against him. They were hit several times while dodging, and were bleeding. In addition, Chen Qingyuan suddenly appeared, and the two of them immediately received their lunch boxes.

Mr. Li's hand was pierced by a glass bottle. He probably knew he couldn't escape, so he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

He stared at Chen Qingyuan and asked, "Can you answer a few questions for me?"

boom!
Gunfire rang out.

There was a hole between Mr. Li's eyebrows, his head drooped, and he died on the sofa.

The Human Emperor Banner appeared in Chen Qingyuan's hand and he casually inserted it into Mr. Li's heart and chanted a spell. The branches of the Human Emperor Banner seemed to be able to absorb blood. It slowly changed from its original brown-black color to bright red, and the color of the banner cloth was even darker. At first glance, it looked like dark red blood was swaying in the air.

With the pressure of the spell!

Mr. Li's body trembled slightly, and his soul was pulled out of his body and entered the Human Emperor Banner.

After doing all this, Chen Qingyuan put away the Human Emperor Banner, glanced at the Li family's spirit tablets, raised his pistol and smashed them one by one, then ran out of the villa.

The bodyguards in the villa were fine. They were just covered by Liu Zhengfeng in the Human Emperor Banner, so what they saw was different from what they heard...

Ghost covers your eyes, ghost covers your ears.

It should be a basic skill of a ghost, but Liu Zhengfeng has been dead for less than a day, and his soul is still "alive". Before he can adapt to the environment, he is suppressed by the Human Emperor Banner and forcibly covers his eyes and ears, which instantly hurts his soul! If he could communicate normally at the beginning, then now he is just a soul. Chen Qingyuan felt a little pity, but he didn't feel bad at all.

There are so many bad people, so enter the Royal Banner to further your studies and accumulate merits.

In no mood?

If you don’t accumulate and he doesn’t accumulate, who will buy my halo of merit and who will complete my mission?
If you don't want to enter the Human Emperor Banner, you can only enter the incinerator...

After leaving the villa, Chen Qingyuan stayed in a hotel.

He took out the Human Emperor Banner, released the somewhat depressed Mr. Li, and said with a smile: "Didn't you have questions to ask me when you were at the villa? Now I happen to be free..."

Opened a can of soda.

It tastes pretty good after a sip.

Mr. Li’s soul was extracted as soon as he died. He was not a cultivator, and his soul was not as strong as Liu Zhengfeng’s.

I was in a daze for more than ten seconds.

He seemed to wake up from a dream and suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead: "Ah!"

Chen Qingyuan slapped him and said, "You want to ask me something in the villa, now you can ask me."

Mr. Li took a good look at the current environment and then looked at his own appearance, and suddenly he was filled with grief and anger. He said this in the villa just to delay time. Now that he is dead, there is no point in asking.

Chen Qingyuan didn't want to spoil him, and said, "Tell me the location of your ancestral grave."

I came up and asked about the ancestral grave.

Mr. Li: "..."

He said: "You want to occupy the Baichuan Guihai Bureau and take over?"

The richer a person is, the more he or she cares about their ancestral tombs. They are also afraid that their ancestral tombs will be dug up by their rivals, so they will ask a Feng Shui master to build some fake tombs, cenotaphs, etc. in good Feng Shui locations, so that even if they are dug up, they will not hurt the roots. It is not uncommon to hide the real ancestral tombs...

After all, grave digging is a common practice in tradition.

This is what digging up graves and whipping corpses means.

Seeing him hesitant, Chen Qingyuan stood up and looked around, found a small whip placed on the bedside, and immediately smiled.

Get a basin of clean water, put in cinnabar and stir it, soak the whip for ten minutes, then whip Mr. Li: "Don't be anxious, think slowly, clean water and cinnabar will not cause much harm to you..."

The whip fell on Mr. Li's soul, making a sizzling sound, and he screamed: "Ouch, what is this..."

Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to answer these boring transition questions. He dipped some water in it and threw it on Mr. Li. The more he beat him, the more comfortable he became. The feeling of beating Ah Dai was slowly coming back.

It is true that people cannot be lazy. If skills are not used for a long time, they will become rusty.

clap clap clap!
The sound of whips continued to ring out, accompanied by Mr. Li's screams, which was inexplicably interesting...

Mr. Li, who was extremely tough, couldn't stand the pain of the whip after all. He couldn't stand it after just half an hour. In this respect, he was not as manly as Ah Dai...

He burst into tears and said, "Stop hitting me. I'll tell you everything you want to know... I'm about to break apart."

Chen Qingyuan put down the whip with a little regret: "You are a person without any trust. I said that the diluted cinnabar would not have any effect on you... Hmm? It seems to be a little cracked. Your soul quality is not good. You are not as resistant as a boy I whipped..."

(End of this chapter)