Become a legend in Hong Kong

Neon, central Guandong Plain.

In a mountain forest near Tokyo, an exquisite courtyard with a craftsman's spirit is located. It is elegant, quiet and simple, with an independent and worldly atmosphere.

In a side room, the woman who escaped from Hong Kong Island is sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a wooden comb, with long hair reaching her waist.

In the mirror, her snow-white skin is more eye-catching than the white clothes on her body.

It's very abnormal to be white.

Suddenly, the woman's heart felt like a needle pricking her heart. She grabbed her left chest, her face was so painful that her features were hideous, and she coughed up blood in front of the mirror.

Last night, the secret blood nightmare technique that was applied to Liao Wenjie was completely removed. She felt something in her heart at that time, and one was followed by two. So tonight, when Uncle Feng removed the curse, she was no exception.

What shocked her was that the master who removed the spell twice was not the same person.

The one last night was very weird and evil. Forgive her for being short-sighted, she didn't know how to evaluate it.

To put it bluntly, he should be a master of evil, not a positive person anyway.

Today's one is completely opposite, another way, yang and fierce, unmatched. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. If she hadn't run fast and she was still on Hong Kong Island, she would have been killed instantly if they met her.

The blood nightmare secret technique uses her blood as a sacrifice. If there is a slight change, she will notice it and be confident that her evaluation will not be wrong.

"Unexpectedly, in just one day, two masters took action consecutively..." Fear flashed in the woman's eyes, and she was glad that she never left the door during that time in Hong Kong Island.

"Cough! Cough cough——"

With the sacrifice of her heart and blood, the two curses were removed. She coughed up blood continuously, knowing that her vitality was severely damaged and she could not go back to take revenge.

The blood flowed on the mirror, reflecting the woman's appearance. The long black hair fell from both sides of the face, the cold light in the eyes was piercing, and the white skin was covered with cracks and gaps like dry river valleys.

It looks like a ghost.

Looking at herself in the mirror, the woman hurriedly pulled off her dry face, revealing a grimace with flesh and blood that looked like charcoal.

She raised her sleeves to cover her body, not daring to look in the mirror. She hurriedly opened the dresser drawer, took out a delicate girl's dough, carefully applied it on her face, and smoothed the wrinkles on her chin little by little.

After that, the woman swept away the stained blood on the mirror, took a look, and was very satisfied with her rejuvenated beauty. Then, with a look of disgust on her face, she waved her hand and burned her tarnished face to ashes.

"You have experts on Hong Kong Island to help you. I am not your opponent, but it is best to remain a coward for the rest of your life, otherwise... Red Copper's great hatred will definitely require your blood to pay for it."

Bang!

As he finished speaking, cobwebs exploded on the dressing mirror.

…

"Master Jingyuan, I gave this to you... just accept it, there's nothing to be polite about. Uncle Feng also took one."

Beside the office building, Liao Wenjie took out the mobile phone from the trunk and stuffed it into Jingyuan's sleeve.

To be precise, it is already a mobile phone.

It's compact, has a flip cover, and has an antenna. It's a new model that's popular recently. He went to the mall today to buy a few of them, and by the way, he eliminated his own one.

As we all know, he is generous to his friends, so these mobile phones in stock are specially prepared for Uncle Feng's friends. Zhang Lihua is a rich woman and is not needed. Uncle Feng and Jingyuan must accept her.

I don’t know how to pay the phone bill, it doesn’t matter, he will pay it, just remember to contact me often.

Liao Wenjie has only one request: when you encounter something strange, or when you want to slay demons and do justice for heaven, you must contact him in advance.

No matter how far it is, he promises to be there as quickly as possible.

"Ajie, you gave me something again, and it was high-tech. How can I be embarrassed by this?"

Jingyuan refused, and after a while he hesitated: "Don't laugh at me, I don't know how to use this thing, how about you raise a few pigeons, and we can become friends."

Start shooting pigeons when you get back and see if you guys can use high technology in the future!

Liao Wenjie was holding back his bad move, but smiled on his face: "It's very simple, you remember my number, and then... like this... Bilibili... Do you understand?"

"Ah this..."

"It's okay, I'll write it down for you."

Liao Wenjie took out a signature pen and wrote on the packaging box of his mobile phone, seemingly unintentionally saying: "Uncle Feng can learn it as soon as he learns it. So, Master Jingyuan, it's not that you can't learn it, it's that you don't want to learn it."

"Ajie, you have eyesight, you have seen through all this."

Jingyuan's expression changed. If Uncle Feng could do it, then he could do it too. She said nothing and started practicing making phone calls.

"Master, walk slowly, do you really don't need me to give you a ride?"

"No need, I'm going to walk around, my hands are itchy, to see if there are any ghosts that can harm people."

"If there is one, remember to catch it first, and then do it when I get there...make it live on the spot."

"It's easy to talk about."

"..."

Watching Jingyuan's back fading away on the street, Liao Wenjie drove towards the villa in the mid-level area. He had to deal with Tang Judy's company affairs during the day and coax Tang Judy to sleep at night. It was too difficult for him.

Halfway through, he saw that it was still less than ten o'clock, so he decisively turned a corner and headed to Mengluo Bar.

It's not too late to go to bed at 12 o'clock, Judy or whatever.

He is busy with official duties and has a group of friends to entertain. He really doesn't have the time to do anything. Judy Tang will definitely understand.

It stands to reason that since we captured Cheng Wenjing yesterday, we should take advantage of the situation today, but considering her serious injury, Liao Wenjie really couldn't be so cruel.

Thinking of Meng Luo, he then thought of Long Jiu, Ali, Sandy...

Long Jiu received a mission to protect the wives and daughters of important officials going abroad. He will not be in Hong Kong recently. Ali and Sandy have not contacted each other for a few days. They will schedule time tomorrow and try to arrange two movie theaters after get off work.

"It's not easy. In order to make everyone happy, I have watched the movie "Icicle" several times. I can't say that I have to pretend to watch it for the first time."

After driving for ten minutes, the road ahead was congested, with seven or eight vans blocking half of the road. A group of strong men walked menacingly into the alley.

"What are you doing, a gang fight among the young and Dangerous?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, and one after another, what he saw was no less than thirty or forty people. There was noisy in the alley, and he didn't know how many more there were.

Just in case the brewery would be shut down by this group of people tomorrow after tonight, he decisively took out his cell phone and called Cao Dahua.

"A... Ajie, it's... so late... it's late..."

Cao Dahua answered the phone out of breath: "Uncle... is exercising. If you have anything to say... tell me quickly... I have to run a few more... laps."

"You get busy first."

Liao Wenjie hung up the phone speechlessly and decided to bring some supplements to Cao Dahua tomorrow, so that when his uncle and nephew meet again, Cao Dahua will be so thin that he will not be able to recognize him.

"Is Ah Xing working undercover or in a flower shop recently? If he is in the flower shop, is he also working out?"

After thinking about it, Liao Wenjie decided to make a phone call to confirm.

No one answered Zhou Xingxing's call, so he dialed the flower shop's landline instead. Just as the call was connected, a righteous and angry voice came from the alley.

"You just grab things, and you even endanger people's lives. Do you think you don't take me, Wen Tailai, the thundering hand, seriously?"

Liao Wenjie: (一`一)

Who was the Thunderbolt Hand just now? Could it be the husband of the famous Huang Nu... no, Luo Nuxia?

"Hey, this is Zhou Xingxing, who are you looking for?"

"Hey, why are you not talking? Who are you?"

"I know, you are the rich pretty boy with fancy socks who seduces my wife!"

"Liao Wenjie, honestly, is it you!?"

"..."

Liao Wenjie didn't listen to what was said on the phone, got out of the car, closed the door, and walked towards the alley.

He didn't try to hide in the crowd, because the contrast was too obvious and it was too difficult for him to be a passerby.

The alley was narrow on the outside and wide on the inside. After Liao Wenjie walked in, he discovered that there was a cave inside, a large wasteland that was spacious enough to fit into half of a football field.

The crowd was noisy, and the surrounding households threw plastic bottles downwards, indicating that the police had been called. Those who know better should get out and do not disturb the neighbors when they go to work tomorrow.

Of course, there are also those who don't mind watching the excitement, holding their teacups and waiting for the show to begin.

"This handsome guy, what's going on inside?"

There were too many people, and Liao Wenjie couldn't see the thunder running hand when he looked out, so he asked the ugly man next to him.

"Who are you and where are you from? I've never seen you before?" the ugly man asked on the spot.

"I am...it doesn't matter where I am. Why should a handsome boy suffer for a handsome boy? What's going on inside?"

"That makes sense."

The ugly man nodded and pursed his lips in front of him: "To tell you the truth, according to rumors, someone got lucky and got the secret book of [Tathagata Palm]. All the sects sent people here to find out the news."

Tathagata Divine Palm, various sects, Thunder Hands...

Liao Wenjie was confused when he heard this, and imagined a martial arts drama in his mind.

Various sects gathered at Guangmingding to force Huoyun Evil God to hand over the secret book of the Tathagata God's Palm. Wen Tailai, the fourth leader of the Red Flower Society who was passing by, the "Thunder Hand", spoke out and stepped forward to help Huoyun Evil God.

Just now I was fighting with the neon demon girl. After getting in the car and turning a few corners, I switched to the martial arts set.

That’s ridiculous!

"Wen, please stop pretending to be a good person here. Don't think that I don't know. Your Perak sect is doing this because you want to monopolize the secret book."

"You're farting, Zhao Banshan. It's obviously your Taiji sect that took the money by force, but you still have the nerve to throw dirty water on me!"

"..."

Liao Wenjie: ()

What a magical plot. It turns out that the reason why Wen Tailai, the fourth master, spoke out is because Zhao Banshan, the third master, betrayed the Red Flower Club, or Zhao Banshan was an undercover agent of various sects in the Red Flower Club.

"MD, what nonsense are you talking to this hypocrite? Brothers from the Bagua Sect, all come with me."

"Where are the brothers from the Eagle Claw Sect? Kill them to death."

"From Tai Chi Sect..."

"Kill——"xN

The crowded crowd suddenly got into a fight. They raised their fists and started fighting with strangers around them. There were hundreds of people in the crowd, and the scene was spectacular.

Liao Wenjie turned around and ran away. He said that he didn't know anything about the situation and he was really just a passerby this time.

With the wind coming from behind, he turned around and kicked the attacker to the side. He said speechlessly: "Brother, are you mistaken? I don't even know you!"

"TMD, stop talking nonsense to me, you are so handsome, no one will hit you if I don't!"

"That makes sense."

Liao Wenjie nodded, it was his fault, he was guilty of a heinous crime.

Not only Liao Wenjie thought it made sense, but a dozen people around him also thought it made sense. They stopped their unnecessary disputes and turned their guns to look at him.

Uh-huh!

Liao Wenjie turned his palms and shook his fist, lowering his claws into shape, and said with a serious face: "Are there any brothers from the Eagle Claw Sect? They are one of our own. Come with me to kill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, several disciples from the Eagle Claw Sect stood up and were besieged the next second.

After throwing himself onto the street in despair, when he looked up again, there was no trace of Liao Wenjie.

┬┴┤)

Outside the alley, Liao Wenjie stood by the wall, confused: "What is going on? Is there really a secret book of the Tathagata's Palm?"