Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Xu Hao turned around and went back into the warehouse. The first thing he did was blow out all the lights inside.

The huge granary was plunged into darkness in an instant, and the howling wind from the high-rise windows sounded like the wailing of ghosts.

Instead of standing at the door, Xu Hao used both hands and feet, like a giant gecko, to silently climb up to the highest beam of Warehouse No. 3.

The view is directly in front of the ventilation opening.

If you want to play with fire, then see who ends up burning to death.

Xu Hao leaned over and pressed himself against the towering beams of Warehouse No. 3. He occasionally tossed pieces of fine rice from Fuzhou into his mouth, crunching them with a "crunch," the sweet taste sliding down his throat, constantly nourishing his body.

With his left hand resting on the listening talisman on his chest, he could hear even the slightest sound of a wild cat stepping through the grass within a hundred paces.

Just after midnight, a very faint metallic scraping sound came from the ventilation opening at the base of the wall.

coming.

Two heartbeats came from the listening talisman, one rapid like a drumbeat, clearly terrified; the other steady, with a hint of ruthlessness.

Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell of kerosene wafted in through the vent, instantly drowning out the aroma of rice in the granary.

"Hurry up! What's with your hands shaking!" The extremely low voice belonged to Kui Wu.

"Fifth Master, this...this is the lifeblood of the Chen family. If it's burned, we..." The one who answered was Old Zhao, the purchasing agent in the kitchen, whose voice was trembling.

"What we're burning is our lifeline! Otherwise, how can we help Master Sun succeed and let the Salt Gang swallow this piece of fat meat? Enough nonsense, pour the oil!"

Xu Hao looked down at the two dark figures pry open the fence and slipped inside.

Old Zhao's hands were still trembling as he held the oil drum, but Kui Wu grinned maliciously. He took the drum and deftly poured the kerosene into it through the vent. The dark liquid spread along the ground, threatening to reach the bottom of the grain pile.

Kui Wu took out a tinderbox from his pocket, waved it in the wind, and sparks lit up instantly.

Right now.

Xu Hao didn't make a sound as he released his grip on the roof beam and plummeted straight down.

While suspended in mid-air, he placed one hand on a sack at the edge of the grain pile, used the momentum to swing, and his body moved like an eagle hunting its prey. With the momentum of his fall, his right leg lashed out at the back of Kui Wu's head.

"Bang!"

That kick was solid.

Kui Wu didn't even utter a sound before flying through the air, crashing heavily into the wall and shaking off a cloud of dust.

The tinder flew out of his hand, tracing a fiery red arc in the air before heading straight for the oil spilled on the ground.

The moment Xu Hao landed, he rolled on the ground and, just before the tinderbox was about to ignite the oil, firmly caught it with two fingers.

Mars is no more than half an inch away from the oil noodles.

"Whoosh—" Xu Hao pinched the fire out with two fingers, then casually tossed the tinder aside. "Playing with fire and wetting the bed, haven't you heard of that, Fifth Master?"

Old Zhao, who was keeping watch at the door, heard the noise and turned around in fright. By the dim light coming in through the air vent, he met Xu Hao's cold eyes.

"You...you're a broom, a broom..."

"Go take a nap."

Xu Hao didn't give him a chance to shout. He took a step forward and chopped Old Zhao in the back of the neck.

Manager Zhao rolled his eyes and slumped down limply.

We have to keep this man alive; a living person is more useful than a dead one. The Chen family still needs his mouth to keep them in check.

"Cough cough..." A violent coughing sound came from the corner of the wall.

Kui Wu was a trained fighter after all, and he didn't faint after being ambushed by Xu Hao.

He staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall, and shook his dizzy head. When he saw that Xu Hao was standing in front of him, the astonishment in his eyes instantly turned into resentment.

"You little bastard..."

Kui Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, his hand reaching for his waist. "You ruined Master Sun's plans! I'll skin you alive!"

A flash of cold light, and a blue-glowing dagger pierced straight into Xu Hao's heart.

This attack was swift and ruthless, clearly aimed at killing Xu Hao.

If it were half a month ago, Xu Hao would have had no choice but to hide.

But at this moment, he stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Seeing that he did not dodge, Kui Wu's face showed a hint of wild joy. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust the dagger forward another three inches.

"die!"

"collapse!"

A dull, crisp sound rang out, not like a sharp blade piercing flesh, but more like a dull knife striking old cowhide.

Xu Hao's skin tightened instantly, his clothes were ripped open, and the poisoned dagger tip pressed against his chest skin, unable to go any further, leaving only a faint white mark on his bronze skin.

Kui Wu's eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost: "Skin smoothing mastered?! You…"

"Your knife is dull."

Xu Hao's voice was so calm it sent chills down your spine.

Before Kui Wu could change his move, a large, iron-like hand had already gripped his throat tightly.

Without saying a word, Xu Hao suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

"Click."

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the empty granary.

Kui Wu's eyes bulged out suddenly, his Adam's apple shattered, his head tilted limply to one side, and his body slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Xu Hao let go and wiped his hand on Kui Wu's clothes with disgust.

He crouched down and groped around in Kui Wu's arms for a while.

A twenty-tael silver note and a heavy black iron waist tag with a ferocious character for "salt" engraved on it.

"The tokens of the Salt Gang's incense hall... now the evidence is complete."

Xu Hao weighed the waist token in his hand, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

After doing all this, he didn't rush to call for help.

Xu Hao reached out and tore his neat guard uniform to shreds. He kicked the dagger on the ground, intending to cut himself a few more times, but unfortunately, the thing was poisonous.

Xu Hao could only swing his fists wide, filling his face with bruises, before nodding in satisfaction.

He took a deep breath, gathered his emotions, then grabbed the gong from the wall and began pounding it frantically while yelling shrilly at the top of his lungs:

"Fire!!"

"Assassin! Help! Murder!"

when!when!when!

The urgent sound of gongs tore through the night sky, instantly waking the entire Chen residence.

Xu Hao threw down the gong, clutched his still throbbing cheek, and staggered toward the door, his face filled with terror and determination, looking exactly like a loyal servant risking his life to protect the grain.

Before long, Instructor Lin, carrying a knife, led a group of disheveled guards and burst through the granary gate.

The torchlight illuminated the warehouse, revealing a floor covered in black grease, the pungent smell of which assaulted the senses.

Xu Hao was leaning against the grain pile, one hand covering his bruised face, panting heavily. His expression was a mixture of fear and lingering dread, as if he had just crawled back from the brink of death.

Two people were lying on the ground.

Old Zhao lay unconscious in the corner, while Kui Wu lay face up, his neck twisted strangely, his eyes wide open, unable to close them in death.

"What's going on?" Instructor Lin strode over, glanced at the oil on the ground, and his eyelids twitched. If this were to catch fire, the entire Chen mansion would probably be doomed.