Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

"I must say, the food at Qingyunlou is truly exceptional."

"The food and wine were both excellent; it was truly unforgettable..."

The person behind him didn't even get to utter the last word before an arrow pierced his throat, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Joselin and Bao Li, unaware of the strange occurrence behind them, continued walking forward arm in arm, chatting and laughing.

Both Joselin and Bao Li are at the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm.

Lin Feng nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring, this time aiming at Joselin.

hum!

A soft whooshing sound.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng fired a second arrow at an extremely fast speed.

puff!puff!

As Paul walked, he suddenly felt his face flush, while Joselin stammered a couple of times and then fell silent.

Paul turned his head and saw that an arrow had pierced through Joselin's neck.

I was instantly jolted awake, the effects of the alcohol washing over me.

Just as he realized what was happening and was about to run, an arrow pierced his throat.

The three men died without ever knowing who they had offended, let alone that someone would dare to kill them.

After the two fell to the ground, Lin Feng observed for a moment to make sure no one was there, and then quickly released the Black Lotus to gather the bodies together.

At the same time, the lanterns on the ground were also taken into the space.

He quickly left the area, hiding in a secluded alley, and disappeared from the spot.

Lin Feng's decision to kill these three was impromptu; since he had encountered them, he couldn't let them go.

Soon, the three people's message was relayed.

Through his memory, Lin Feng also confirmed one thing: the courtyard he rented was searched by this group of people.

Those bastards from the Huang Family Martial Arts School took advantage of this search to steal anything they could find.

Lin Feng searched the three men and took 20 taels of silver from them.

Another thing Lin Feng received was exciting news.

Huang Shouren, the eldest son of the Huang Family Martial Arts School, was seriously injured by a kick from the school's master, Huang Xionghuan.

Huang Shouren was a master of body refinement.

If he could kill this guy, Lin Feng would at least have no problem reaching the Body Refinement Realm.

With this in mind, Lin Feng gave up on the idea of ​​burning down the Tian family's warehouse.

Taking this opportunity to kill Huang Shouren is the best course of action.

Moreover, according to Joselin, Huang Shouren did not stay at the Huang Family Martial Arts School to recuperate, but was in his own house.

Another point Lin Feng learned was that although Huang Shouren and Huang Shouye were brothers, they did not get along.

They weren't born of the same mother, so naturally there will be some discord. And with so much family property, everyone wants to inherit it.

Now that Huang Shouye is in charge of the gambling den, Huang Shouren must be furious.

After organizing the information and making sure nothing was missing, Lin Feng changed into the clothes of a disciple of the Huang Family Martial Arts School before leaving the space.

According to the three men's memories, the Huang Family Martial Arts School focused its search on the area around the gambling den.

On the contrary, there were few people searching around the Huang Family Martial Arts School. In their view, no one in the entire Yongguan County dared to cause trouble at the Huang Family Martial Arts School.

Lin Feng was quite pleased; wasn't this perfect?

The moon was like a silver plate, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of coarse salt frost, gleaming with a dry, faint light, making the entire Yongguan County as bright as day.

To avoid revealing his whereabouts, Lin Feng moved close to the edge of the shadows, his footsteps light and silent.

Huang Shouren's residence was located deep in the streets and alleys of the eastern part of the city, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Lin Feng was very cautious throughout the journey, and after about fifteen minutes, he finally arrived at Huang Shouren's villa.

Two lanterns hung under the crossbeam of the door, and there was no one guarding the entrance.

Looking around and making sure no one was there, Lin Feng lightly leaped up the more than two-meter-high wall.

Huang Shouren's residence looks ordinary from the outside, but it is a hidden gem inside.

The courtyard is square and simple, with no elaborate decorations, only an old locust tree in the corner.

The ground is paved with large bluestone slabs, with fine moss growing in the gaps.

According to his memory, Huang Shouren did not live in the main house, but in the rear house at the deepest part of the courtyard.

Lin Feng carefully passed through a hanging flower gate and arrived at the main house in the inner courtyard of the second courtyard.

There is a small side room passageway behind the main house.

Entering the third courtyard: the rear building, a two-story building comes into view, and Huang Shouren lived on the second floor.

This is the most private and quiet place, usually the residence or storage room of female elders.

The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of driftwood, the scent of ink from books, and the aroma of earth and moss from the back garden.

This three-courtyard house is just awesome.

It's much better than the courtyard he rented.

The moonlight cast a long shadow over Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not go up to the attic, but instead took out the last can of gasoline and poured it on the first floor.

After finishing everything, Lin Feng hid in the shadows of the side room corridor.

Worried that the lighter might disturb the other party, Lin Feng deliberately entered the space to light a cigarette.

After coming out, he launched the cigarettes into the second-floor attic.

He took out his bow and arrows, hid in the shadows, and lay in wait like a hunter.

The gasoline ignited instantly when it came into contact with a spark.

In an instant, the wooden attic burst into flames.

The fire spread up to the second floor.

Flames shot into the sky, and Lin Feng could vaguely see a panicked figure through the second-floor window.

boom!

With a loud thud, the wooden window frame was kicked open.

Then a figure leaped down from the second floor.

The firelight illuminated Huang Shouren's face.

Already seriously injured, jumping from the second floor only worsened his condition.

For Huang Shouren, who had normally perfected his body cultivation, jumping from the second floor would have been a problem in itself.

Whoosh!

Before Huang Shouren could catch his breath, he heard a slight sound. Having practiced martial arts for many years, he immediately knew it was the sound of an arrow.

Startled, he turned and hid.

But his body simply couldn't react.

The arrow struck him squarely in the neck, but missed the carotid artery because Huang Shouren twisted his body slightly.

The arrow was extremely powerful, and Huang Shouren was sent flying backward.

This has rendered Huang Shouren incapable of taking action.

"Spare...my life." Despite his slurred speech, Lin Feng still understood.

Seeing this, Lin Feng sneered, drew the bowstring and released the arrow in one smooth motion, the arrow piercing directly through Huang Shouren's temple.

The dead can no longer die.

This place was too close to the Huang Family Martial Arts School, so after Lin Feng released the Black Lotus to devour the corpse, he turned around and left.

Without stopping at all.

Right after Lin Feng left, the entire second-floor attic burst into flames.

"Fire! Fire!"

Suddenly someone shouted, waking everyone around.

Seeing the burning house, everyone hurriedly scooped water from their own water tanks to put out the fire.

About fifteen minutes later, Huang Xionghuan, having received the message, also rushed over.

His face turned pale when he saw the attic, which had been burned to ruins.

He shouted angrily, "Put out the fire!"

After about half an hour, the fire was finally extinguished thanks to everyone's concerted efforts.

Huang Xiong ignored everything else and was the first to rush into the ashes.

"Shouren~Shouren"

After searching for a long time, no trace was found.

Although he kicked Huang Shouren, he only wanted to teach him a lesson.

Deep down, she still had high hopes for her eldest son, Huang Shouren.

Now, after a huge fire, Huang Shouren has also disappeared, which has completely panicked Huang Xiong Huan.

They searched everywhere but still couldn't find any clues.

Huang Xionghuan angrily demanded, "Who is it?"

First, the gambling den caught fire, then his eldest son's house caught fire, and Huang Shouren went missing. All of this made Huang Xionghuan very vigilant.

This was targeting the Huang family, and he couldn't think of anyone he had a deadly feud with after thinking for a long time.