He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Seeing that Smith was about to cut off the boy's fingers, Duan Feizhuo could no longer stand on the sidelines.

He rushed forward to grab Smith, waved his hand away, then grabbed Al by the collar and pushed him towards the door.

This action breaks the effect of the phantom leaf.

Smith was stunned for a moment, a little confused as to why a large living person appeared out of nowhere in the office. But he quickly recognized the large living person as a customer he had seen at the tailor's shop before.

"Are you also a mystic?" Smith said grimly, "Did Lady Villina send you here?"

Duan Feizhuo didn't answer him, but turned to Al, "Run away!"

Al rushed to the door. But Smith snapped his fingers, and Al grabbed the doorknob, unable to open it no matter how hard he tried.

He turned around and leaned his back against the door, looking desperately at the two people confronting each other in the room.

Smith chanted the incantation aloud, and countless long ropes flew out of his sleeves, rushing towards Duan Feizhuo like a spirit snake.

Duan Feizhuo held the sword in the stone with both hands, "I'll leave it to you!"

Shi Zhongjian giggled, "Leave it to me!"

Duan Feizhuo handed over his body to Jian Zhongjian. His hands waved involuntarily, chopping at the long rope. A silver light flashed, the sword wind howled, and all the long cables snapped at the same time.

The sword wind swept across Smith's cheek, he couldn't even stand still, and took a few steps back.

Duan Feizhuo looked at the sword in the stone. He also didn't expect the sword in the stone to be so powerful. The last time he was controlled by Sword in the Stone in the secret trading house, he was completely unaware and even resisted. But this time is different. This time he already understood that the sword in the stone was his teammate, so he trusted it wholeheartedly. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the sword in the stone can exert its power beyond the past.

Smith glared at Duan Feizhuo, "How much did that girl, Wei Liu, benefit you? I'll pay you three times, stop it!"

Duan Feizhuo stared at him coldly, "It's useless to give me thirty times. What you have done has hurt someone close to me, and I will never tolerate it!"

Smith gritted his teeth.

He took out a booklet with a red cover from the inner pocket of his coat. There are powerful spells recorded in this small book of mysterious philosophy, and he doesn't believe that he can't deal with this kid.

Smith recited the spell from the red booklet.

The ground under Duan Feizhuo's feet vibrated, and in an instant, countless vines gushed out from the ground, entangled his ankles.

As for why the vines appeared in the office, Duan Feizhuo had no time to think, so he swung his sword and chopped. However, only one vine was cut off, and another vine immediately filled it up. The severed vines quickly regenerated, and within a few seconds, he was trapped in a cage made of green plants.

Arth huddled in a corner of the office, covering his mouth, not daring to make a sound, trembling as he watched the battle between the two mystics.

He should have taken this opportunity to run away quickly, but he couldn't leave the young Mr. Mystic. The other party rescued him, how could he abandon the other party?

Smith did not know what kind of secret technique he used, but he summoned a bunch of vines. The young Mister Mystic is trapped, what should I do?

Al looked at Smith. As long as he stops casting the spell, the young Mr. Mystic will be able to break free, but what to do...?

The teenager had a bold idea.

He tiptoed behind Smith, slowing down as much as possible. Perhaps it was because Smith was so engrossed in casting the spell that he hadn't noticed him.

With only one step away from Smith, he rushed forward and strangled Smith's neck.

The spell stopped.

"Bastard, bastard!" Smith was furious, grabbed the boy's arm with one hand, and threw him down with an over-the-shoulder throw.

How dare a mere brat interrupt him from casting a spell!

No secret technique was needed to deal with this little boy, Smith kicked Al out with a flying kick. The boy rolled several times, hit the wall heavily, and let out a scream.

"You are exactly like your mother, you are a bitch!" Smith cursed.

He hurriedly picked up the red booklet, ready to continue casting spells. But when he raised his eyes, he saw only a golden shadow.

— No, that's not the golden shadow, but the blond young mystic with sparkling eyes!

Duan Feizhuo cut through the vine cage with a sword and rushed towards Smith.

The red booklet in Smith's hand was split in two by the sharp sword wind.

Countless pages were scattered all over the place.

The vine cage disappeared without a trace in an instant. Only then did Duan Feizhuo realize that it was not a real vine, but an illusion.

The stone on the tip of the sword in the stone hit Smith's forehead impartially.

He fell down on his back with a groan.

How could Smith have imagined that a blunt sword would hurt someone so much, let alone that he would lose to a young man who was only half his age, and that young man hadn't used any secret techniques at all!

How terrifying would it be if he used the secret technique?

Smith rolled his eyes and quickly judged the situation. Now that he is at a disadvantage, it is better to surrender first to show weakness. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

He twisted the muscles in his face and made a pleading expression.

"It's my eyes that don't know Mount Tai! Please forgive me! I will obey you! I will obey you in everything! I swear that I will never play against Wei Liu's mother and son again!"

"You think I'll believe it?" Duan Feizhuo sarcastically.

How could this guy's confession come from the heart? Man's mouth deceitful ghost. If he let Smith go, God knows how this guy will revenge him and Willow mother and son later.

"I...I am willing to compensate for the loss!" Smith shouted, "I will pay for their mother and child, so it's okay!"

Duan Feizhuo looked at Al. The teenager was lying in a corner of the office, clutching his chest, and glared at Smith fiercely.

"Al, come here," he said.

The boy struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and staggered towards Duan Feizhuo.

"You count the losses and ask him to compensate." Duan Feizhuo said.

Al spat at Smith. "I don't care for his bad money! I just hope I never show up in front of me and my mother!"

Of course, Duan Feizhuo also hoped that Smith would go as far away as possible. But how to do it?

The first method is the fastest and most direct, and that is to kill Smith on the spot. But how could Duan Feizhuo, as a good young man in the 21st century, do such a **** and violent thing? Besides, wouldn't it be more suspicious to leave a corpse behind?

The second way is to hand Smith over to the Night Watchman. For such a wicked mystic, a lifetime in the dungeons of Scotland Yard is the most suitable ending for him.

But Duan Feizhuo couldn't do it. Due to the restrictions of the secret trading house contract, he could not reveal Smith's identity in any way, and handing Smith over to the Night Police was certainly a form of revealing his identity.

He didn't know much about mystical philosophy, and he wasn't sure how far the trading house's mystic contracts could restrict people.

Can you take advantage of the loophole and hand Smith over to the police?

If you don't take the initiative to hand over Smith, but let the police find him passively, will this trigger the secret contract?

Worth a try. If this method does not work, then you have to think of other ways.

Duan Feizhuo picked up a broken rope on the ground and tied Smith's hands and feet.

"What do you want to do?!" Smith was terrified.

Duan Feizhuo turned back to Al and said, "Go to the street, and when you see smoke coming out of the windows, you should yell 'fire'."

"Do you want to burn him to death?" Al showed awe and shock, stunned by the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the young mystic in front of him.

Duan Feizhuo raised his forehead, "Just do it!"

Al didn't dare to refuse, and left the office immediately. As soon as Smith stopped casting the occult, the office door would open.

Duan Feizhuo found a box of matches from Smith, gathered the documents on the table, and put them on the stone window sill to prevent the fire from spreading to the surroundings when lit.

Smith's brain was working at the fastest speed in his life. Why did this kid set fire to his office? If it was to burn him to death, then why only those few documents were burned? And why let the boy from Wei Liu's family go to the street to call for help?

He suddenly understood that this kid wanted to attract the police!

But why didn't he just take him to the police station?

The answer was ready to come out - it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

"I understand!" Smith yelled, "You are also a customer of the Secret Realm Trading Company, right? You are restricted by the secret contract and cannot reveal the identity of other customers. You can only use this method to attract the attention of others and let I exposed them passively. But don’t forget that Wei Liu’s mother and son have never been in a trading house, so I can report them to the night policeman! And you are a friend of their family, and the night policeman only needs to check a little Reveal your identity!"

Duan Feizhuo lit the file. "As long as they also become customers of the trading house, you can't reveal their identities to the night police."

"Ha, the key to the secret trading house can be obtained casually! It must be requested from the owner of the trading house by an acquainted customer, or the owner of the trading house in person..."

Smith stopped.

He stared into Duan Feizhuo's eyes and realized that he actually knew the young man in front of him.

The secret trading house has been closed for a long time, and it just reopened the day before yesterday.

The original owner of the trading house passed away and was replaced by a new young owner.

He wore a mask, and no one knew what he looked like, but Smith remembered that he had beautiful golden-green eyes.

Exactly the same as the young man in front of him.

Smith trembled. "Are you just...you are..."

He is the new owner of the secret trading house? !

Duan Feizhuo didn't answer, but just smiled mysteriously.

Smith realized that something was wrong. What he had messed with was not an ordinary mystic, but the owner of a secret trading house! He's going to come for real!

"Please! I really know I was wrong! Please don't hand me over to the Night Police! You can ask me to do anything!"

"It's too late, Mr. Smith." Duan Feizhuo rolled a rope into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth, stifling his endless pleading, "You want to murder someone. If I didn't happen to be there, a life might have been lost Yes. You deserve it."

Smith couldn't make a sound, he could only whine. He looked at the owner of the trading house pleadingly, hoping that he would show mercy at the last moment and spare him this time for the sake of being a fellow mystic.

Al's acting voice came from outside the window, "It's on fire! Look, there's smoke! Come put out the fire!"

The owner of the trading house turned his back ruthlessly, left the whimpering Smith in the office, and left with a deep kick.