Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

Wang Sizheng's country villa is located in a remote countryside. Except for local farmers, no foreign tourists will set foot here.

At noon, when Sabli led a large group of people to the villa, he saw a tall man standing at the gate from a distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This man is Wang Sizheng's butler and bodyguard. Wang Sizheng calls him Azhong.

This man and Wang Sizheng were inseparable. As long as he was here, Wang Sizheng would not escape.

Azhong is a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters and a resolute face. He looks like a piece of walking steel.

"Mr. Sabli, the master has been waiting inside for a long time. Please come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the villa.

Azhong didn't even look at the more than 300 soldiers behind Sabli. They were just like air in his eyes.

Sabli followed into the villa with only two personal guards.

It's more like a farmhouse than a villa.

The house was not big, and at most twenty people could be hidden inside. He was not worried about an ambush at all.

After entering, I saw that the living room was empty. There was only a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa and no one else.

This middle-aged man looks to be in his forties and has an extremely ordinary appearance.

He's so ordinary that you wouldn't even give him a second glance on the street.

"Mr. Sabli, please sit down."

After Sabli sat down, he looked around and couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Wang, there are only two of you here? Where are the others?"

Sitting opposite him, the extremely ordinary man was Wang Zanghai, whose name was as it should be!

Wang Zanghai smiled calmly and said.

"For the convenience of talking, everyone else has gone home."

Sabli's expression changed and he asked.

"You asked me to come here. Do you have anything to say in person?"

Wang Zanghai glanced at the army outside the window with a smile and replied.

"There is a saying that distance creates barriers. Many things cannot be said clearly over the phone, and misunderstandings can occur."

"That's why I asked you to come here in person to resolve some misunderstandings between us."

Sabli sneered and said.

"Is it really a misunderstanding?"

At this point, he already wanted to show off his cards directly and didn't want to get entangled with this person anymore.

Wang Zanghai saw the murderous look in his eyes, but didn't take it seriously at all.

"Mr. Sabli, I am only doing business with you sincerely, but you bring so many people here. Isn't this a misunderstanding?"

Sabli smiled and said.

"In that case, please invite Mr. Wang to come to my military camp to talk. I think that would be more sincere."

Wang Zanghai glanced at him and said calmly.

"I'm not used to going to that kind of place, so let's talk here."

Sabli shrugged.

"I'm afraid it's not up to you."

The two guards behind him had their hands on their guns and would arrest people at any time.

Wang Zanghai's tone became slightly colder.

"Is this threatening me?"

Sabli nodded unceremoniously.

"It can be understood that you must follow me today."

Wang Zanghai smiled softly, with a hint of coldness in his smile.

"Mr. Sabli, you have really misunderstood me."

"In order for our conversation to proceed smoothly, I must take some action!"

Sabli looked at him and Azhong, who was expressionless on the side, and couldn't help laughing contemptuously.

"What action do you want to take?"

Wang Zanghai sighed slightly, said nothing, and just wiped his neck.

After Azhong received the instruction, he immediately responded.

I saw his figure flicker, and the next second he was behind Sabli!

In the flash of lightning, Sabli couldn't even see clearly. He only heard two clicks behind him.

When I looked back, the two guards had fallen to the ground, their heads twisted behind their backs!

A chill instantly rose from his back and went straight to his forehead.

I didn’t expect that this Azhong would be such a powerful master!

Tianzhu, like China, is the birthplace of ancient martial arts. Countless masters have been born since ancient times. For example, Patriarch Bodhidharma who crossed the river with a reed came from Tianzhu.

Sabli was born into a noble family and had practiced the traditional ancient martial arts of Tianzhu since he was a child. Although he was not a first-rate master, he had met many national masters and his vision was still very high.

He could tell at a glance that Ah Zhong's martial arts skills were unmatched by anyone in the world!

Even the guardians of the eight major temples in the capital are probably far inferior to this dull man!

"So strong!"

"How can such a master be your bodyguard? Who are you?"

Wang Zanghai smiled faintly and pointed to the door. Azhong nodded and walked out with his head held high.

Soon, there was a burst of intensive gunshots, loud shouts of death, and heart-rending screams outside the door.

Sabli looked out the window, but it was all blood red!

Ah Zhong roared and broke into the enemy formation of three hundred people single-handedly. Wherever his fists and feet landed, blood and brains flew everywhere.

Hundreds of bullets passed him by, but they couldn't hurt a hair on him!

Amidst the hail of bullets, Azhong transformed into the Shura God of Killing from hell, ruthlessly harvesting lives!

Sabli has served in the Tianzhu army for ten years and has seen many military kings with great achievements. The records of those military kings are already very terrifying, but compared with the killing god Azhong in front of him, they are like toddlers!

With his bare hands, he killed more than 300 regular soldiers and was unable to parry!

This man named A Zhong has simply surpassed the scope of human beings!

A huge fear came over him, and Sabli finally realized one thing, he had completely underestimated Wang Sizheng!

"Who are you!"

Wang Canghai smiled slightly, looked at A Zhong outside the window, and answered slowly.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you that most people don't know A Zhong's identity."

"More than 500 years ago in Tumubao, A Zhong, as the personal guard of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, once participated in that war in person!"

"Don't say it's just 300 people, even thousands of troops are useless in his eyes!"

Sabri was stunned, and his face changed suddenly.

"More than 500 years ago? Are you kidding!"

"Did he live for more than 500 years?"

Wang Canghai nodded and said.

"All told, A-Zhong is almost 600 years old."

"And I'm almost 900 years old."

Sabli swallowed his saliva, his face full of disbelief. This was completely beyond his cognition and incomprehensible.

"You must be kidding?"

"How can humans live that long!"

Wang Zanghai answered calmly.

"Why not? It's precisely because no one believes that we have never changed our names."

"You asked us who we are just now?"

"My last name is Wang, my given name is Zanghai, and my courtesy name is Sizheng."

As he said that, he pointed to A-Zhong outside the window.

"His name is Fan Zhong!"