Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 58 This is Huashan
A dozen people gathered among a pile of rubble on the south side, summarizing the results of their search today.

The leading man had soft black hair and a slim figure. He was chewing a chocolate croissant in his left hand and wearing a brass knuckle on his right hand.

When the sound from the loudspeaker came over, the man, still with a piece of bread in his mouth, looked up blankly.

They often stayed up late these days and had to be alert even when taking turns sleeping at night, and their tempers became quite bad.

A crew-haired man in a black vest nearby said angrily, "You're here at this hour of night, yelling and arguing like you're fighting on Mount Hua. Anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't fall for it, right?"

The leading man said thoughtfully, "Zhu Heng seems to really think he is the Western Poison. Does he have a brain?"

The person who left the deepest impression on the West Poison throughout his life, apart from his son, should be the North Beggar, who is one of the Five Great Masters.

That was his true nemesis. Even after he went mad, he still remembered him clearly, and they died of exhaustion together in the end.

Of course Zhu Heng shouldn't care about the Beggar from the North.

But it’s hard to say what will happen to an old madman who is already confused and is grabbing people and breaking their legs to make them his sons.

The guy with the flat head choked, and then his face was full of shock.

"Manager Wang, you're not saying this method is really effective, are you?"

"If this rubbish method really works, then we, we have been..."

The guy with the flat head was so angry that he felt a toothache and couldn't help pressing his cheeks.

Manager Wang sighed, "Everyone's still stuck in their old ways. They didn't think about considering this from a mental illness perspective."

"However, his method may not be effective. It's probably just a try. We'll just wait and see."

The sound from the loudspeaker was still spreading out, echoing in all directions.

"Old Poison, didn't you say you wanted to compete with me, an old beggar, for the top spot in the world?"

"I'm already here, but where are you? You're not here at all."

"Hahahaha, old toad, you're bragging, it turns out you're scared of me!!"

Chu Tianshu went to find a beggar's outfit in the afternoon.

But he doesn't look like a real beggar in real life. Instead, he looks like the leader of the Beggars' Gang on TV, with very thick clothes.

There were just dozens of patches of different sizes on the blue cloth clothes, some dark blue, some brown-red.

He also practiced for a while, controlling his vocal cords and trying to get closer to a rough and old voice, allowing Fang Jun to listen and comment.

Although he himself was not completely sure about this plan, once he started to dress up and shouted a few times, inspiration suddenly came to him like a spring.

The tone of voice is becoming more and more like the martial arts roles he plays now.

At this moment, in another unfinished building.

At the base of the load-bearing wall, Kong Wenju's face was haggard and dazed. He sat on the ground with his legs bent unnaturally and a large backpack in his arms.

He felt like he was about to be tortured to death. After his leg was broken, he was not taken for treatment but just left here.

Ever since he was caught by this old madman, he tried every possible means to make the old madman faint, but it didn't work. He had no choice but to use the hallucinogenic and misleading poison, following the other party's unconscious muttering, and disguise himself as the other party's son.

But a madman is a madman. Is this how he treats his son?

Anyone who becomes your son will be extremely unlucky!

Kong Wenju was originally thin, and now he was even thinner with sunken cheeks. Only the things in his bag could make him feel comfortable and fulfilled.

Suddenly, the figure of the old madman came out from behind the supporting pillar next to him.

He was still wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown, which was slovenly and stained all over.

His eyebrows and beard were very hard. After being discharged from the hospital for more than half a month, his hair had grown long enough to fall over his shoulders and was mottled with gray.

"Who, who is calling me?"

The madman looked outside the building.

The unfinished building has no exterior walls yet. If you go around to the area outside the load-bearing wall, it can be reached on windy, rainy and cold nights. Looking out from there, one can see a wide view.

"That tone, yes, it's that old beggar!!"

Kong Wenju, who was in a daze, was awakened by his voice. Only then did he realize that in addition to the sound of the wind outside the building, there was also a loud shout.

"Swordsmanship on Mount Hua, Swordsmanship on Mount Hua..."

The old madman frowned, muttered to himself, and looked around.

"When did I arrive at Mount Hua? Is this what Mount Hua looks like?"

He looked at the wall next to him, put his hand on it, exhaled, spoke loudly, frowned and glared, and suddenly exerted force.

Boom! ! !
A muffled sound came from the reinforced concrete, and the cement blocks shattered and sank, forming a spider-web-like crack the size of a washbasin.

It can be seen that the steel bars inside are also slightly deformed.

Kong Wenju's heart was pounding and he couldn't help but shudder.

It is not just a simple cement block. With the reasonable distribution of steel bars, the stress and compressive resistance of the entire wall will be greatly improved.

Why does this madman seem to be stronger than he was a few days ago, while I am getting weaker and weaker?

No, if this continues, even if I use all my strength to create the hallucinogenic poison, it will be ineffective against this old madman.

"This, this is indeed Mount Hua."

Kong Wenju gathered his strength and said, "Uncle, among the Five Mountains, Huashan belongs to the element of gold. It has the energy of gold and iron, and is extremely sharp and steep."

The old madman turned his head to look at him and said with a stern face: "Don't call me uncle, call me dad." Kong Wenju cursed inwardly.

Believe it or not.

At first, he pretended to be the other person's son and did call him dad, but after calling him a few times, the other person began to change his attitude and suspected that he was fake.

It’s safer to call him uncle.

"Uncle."

Kong Wenju mumbled the address, trying to get past it, and then asked, "Look at the mountains here, aren't they all straight and steep?"

"Look at the rocks here. Every single one of them has iron hidden inside it."

"This is exactly the characteristic of Mount Hua!"

Zhu Heng looked surprised and looked outside.

Those "hills" were indeed steep.

None of them have the slopes of ordinary mountains, they just stand straight on the ground.

On top of some of the "mountains", there are "thin iron rods" standing in rows, pointing into the sky.

"No wonder they say, 'I can't see the true face of Mount Hua because I'm already in it.'"

The old madman distorted the poem and said, "So this is Mount Hua. So I have been in Mount Hua for a long time."

“I had never noticed before that the mountain scenery here is so amazing.”

Kong Wenju was secretly delighted.

The people outside were obviously targeting this old lunatic. As long as this person came to the door, he would climb out of this building by himself. Even if he couldn't climb far, he could still confuse passers-by.

Even if we take a step back and say that I won't even see any passersby, I'll starve to death here.

That's better than being around a madman who is moody and always out of control.

Sometimes, Kong Wenju even felt that the other party wanted to eat him alive. Fortunately, he thought that he was his son, so he suppressed that terrible intention.

If the phantom poison failed, Kong Wenju couldn't even imagine what kind of torture he would suffer.

"Swordsmanship Contest on Mount Hua..."

Zhu Heng looked at the moonlight outside, his expression full of longing, muttering to himself, his whole body like a quiet and incomplete beast.

"I'm not going this time."

When Kong Wenju heard this, the slightest hint of joy froze on his face.

Zhu Heng seemed to have made a big decision. He turned around and looked at his child gently.

"Child, I won't go. You should be very happy this time."

He sighed deeply, "Back then, the business world was a treacherous place. Bulldozers pushed down walls, concrete buried people, and at the dock at night, I led my brothers to fight dozens of Southeast Asian assassins and fight against Nanyang sorcerers."

"After much difficulty, he has already achieved success and fame, and he continues to fight and kill in order to compete for the throne of the Five Supremes and obtain the treasures of the Nine Yin Treasury."

"In fact, money is a bastard. I was enslaved by money. When I look back, I realize that I had more than enough money. But because of greed, I lost so many things."

As Zhu Heng was speaking, he walked closer, squatted down, and seemed to reach out to touch his son's head.

Kong Wenju didn't want to know what memories this madman had pieced together in his mind to make up his own story and bring up the treasure of the Nine Yin Treasury.

He just wanted this madman to stay away from him.

"uncle!"

Kong Wenju tried his best to exhale invisible and colorless hallucinogenic poison to the person in front of him.

"Uncle is the world's top hero. I have always believed that you are even better than that old beggar!"

"I don't need my uncle to sacrifice himself for me. I just want to hear that you've won. I'll be here, waiting for my uncle to return victorious!"

Zhu Heng breathed in the colorless poison, and all he saw was the face of a young man.

He seemed a bit naive. He became the general manager by relying on his family background and really thought that doing business was just business.

"You want me to go, you support me?"

The old madman was deeply moved and stood up.

"Okay, okay, then I'll win and show you."

Zhu Heng turned his head and looked at the unfinished buildings again.

The same scene, the dilapidated building.

This time, however, it aroused his eagerness to win. His chest was heaving, his lungs were expanding and contracting, and it seemed as if thick smoke was flowing in his blood vessels.

"My child, wait here, I will return victorious!"

The old madman jumped down from a height of three stories. His feet made a dull thud when they hit the ground. He ran away wildly, covered in dust.

There has been only one road to Mount Hua since ancient times.

There is no chance to regret or start over for the path you have walked and the karma you have accumulated.

This is Huashan!

(End of this chapter)