In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

"What are you looking at!"

Lan Yuzae cursed fiercely:

"You want to fight! I'll take on all three of you, you believe that!"

Just as Wang Jixuan was about to tell Lan Yuzae to shut up, the thugs below had already moved their flashlights away.

The three of them did not retaliate against Lan Yuzae, continuing to follow behind the man and woman, spouting some dirty jokes.

"What are they doing?" Wang Jixuan asked casually.

"Catching piglets, it's a common occurrence on these lower levels."

Lan Yuzae lowered his voice and muttered:

"Our thirteenth floor has pretty good security. No one dares to mess with piglets. The higher the floor, the safer it is. Below the twenty-eighth floor, this kind of thing happens a lot."

"Those who are caught and dragged to the lower city to be sold for money are all called piglets."

"Did you see that woman, Boss? She shouldn't be old. I bet she'll be gang-raped in front of that man later."

Wang Jixuan frowned, looking at Lan Yuzae.

Lan Yuzae quickly said, "I've just seen it a lot, seen it a lot, Boss. Don't get me wrong. I haven't done anything like that. At most, I just squeeze blood bags."

"Blood bags?"

"It's just... like you were before... they're called blood bags."

Lan Yuzae's smile contained a hint of nervousness and embarrassment.

Wang Jixuan said, "Taking away the food that ordinary people rely on to survive, isn't that robbing them of their lives for money?"

"Anyway, if I don't do it, someone else will."

Lan Yuzae shrugged:

"When I was eighteen, I was a blood bag for two years, bullied and beaten."

"Until one day, I went crazy and stabbed the guy who bullied me with a knife. Later, I was locked up for two years. After I came out, they were afraid of me and recognized me as their boss."

"Soon, a gang from the lower city found me and gave me the business of squeezing blood bags. If I didn't do it, they would kill me and replace me with someone else."

"When I squeeze blood bags, I look for guys who have stable jobs and are weak. Who told them to be weak... being weak means they deserve to be blood bags."

Wang Jixuan frowned slightly, tapping a nut cap with his fingertip.

"Wrong, wrong! Don't flick it! Wrong!"

Lan Yuzae quickly squatted down, protecting his face with both hands.

"Hmph!" Wang Jixuan said coldly, "Your sins deserve to be killed ten times over!"

Lan Yuzae whispered, "But I haven't directly killed anyone."

"What's the difference between slow simmering and rapid stir-frying?"

"The way you put it, it seems like I'm really not a good person... If I don't bully people, people will bully me. I don't have any skills, so I just muddle along."

Lan Yuzae chuckled obsequiously, although he was verbally begging for mercy, there was still some disapproval in his eyes.

His creed was not so easily shaken.

Wang Jixuan looked down at the few gradually descending sources of light, pondered slightly, and decided not to create unnecessary complications.

"Rest well and then we'll be on our way," Wang Jixuan said indifferently, "Of course, you can also try asking your companions for help."

"Look at what you're saying. I'm willingly subdued by you! I only admire those who are stronger than me!"

Lan Yuzae said with incomparable sincerity:

"When can you teach me this finger-flicking skill... I want to recognize you as my boss! I'll do all your work at the factory in the future, and my little brothers will all call you Boss! I'll give you my monthly share as tribute, as long as you can teach me this skill! It's too awesome!"

Wang Daolang almost kicked him.

His finger flicking was not a magic technique, but inspired by firearms, realizing the necessity of ranged attacks.

The principle is the simple use of Qi, the difficulty is the control of inner breath after entering the Qi Training Realm. To pass on this method is basically passing on the Dao lineage.

First, he was not an elder in the sect who passed on skills, and had no right to pass on the Dharma.

Second, the rule of the cultivation world is that the Dharma should not be lightly passed on, requiring emphasis on character, aptitude, comprehension, and good fortune, let alone to a rogue gangster.

"Lead the way."

"Okay," Lan Yuzae honestly carried two large bags, walking ahead with a flashlight.

Wang Jixuan carried the pistol, his peripheral vision glancing at the five figures below.

The woman was sobbing, and three thugs were whispering something.

The fire escape had a turn every sixteen steps, with a rectangular passageway in a two-to-one ratio.

The five people below walked for a while and stopped on the rectangular passageway.

The three thugs clamored:

"Let's do it here, I can't hold it in anymore! Hold them down!"

"Behave yourself, isn't your body already weak? Don't make it too dirty, or the price won't go up."

"Turn her face over to look! I already said I was going to kill you, are you still tough now?"

Below a turning platform, the light began to flicker constantly.

Not only were the man and woman tied up, but their mouths were also sealed with strips of cloth. At this moment, they began to struggle violently, but the two of them, who had been starved for several meals, were no match for the three strong thugs and were quickly subdued.

The woman's sobs echoed in the dark and empty abandoned fire escape.

Wang Jixuan frowned slightly.

He didn't want to create unnecessary complications, but...

These people were blocking his way.

Wang Jixuan looked at Lan Yuzae and asked softly, "If you encountered this kind of situation, what would you usually do?"

"What would I do?" Lan Yuzae muttered softly, "Join them?"

Wang Jixuan: ...

"J-Just kidding, I'm actually encountering them transporting piglets for the first time too."

Lan Yuzae shrugged:

"There are more of these things in the lower city, Boss, you can't control it all. Believe me."

"Of course, if you want to flick them all away, I'll definitely applaud and cheer for you."

Wang Jixuan glared at the gangster boss, shining the flashlight down.

He originally just wanted to shine a light on the road, but... Wang Jixuan saw one of the three thugs holding the woman down on the ground, making her watch her husband being stripped of his pants and pressed against the wall...

Hold on;

Wait a minute!

Wang Jixuan felt that his Dao heart was not strong enough!

The woman was sobbing, but the woman's clothes were intact; the man was subdued and then stripped of his pants?

Lan Yuzae gave a thumbs up: "Three real men."

"Who is it! What the hell are you shining for! I'll kill you, you believe that!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

A piercing sound cut through the air.

In the light of the flashlight, three thugs, staring up, simultaneously had three sharpened pencils, the thickness of a little finger, appearing on their necks, half of the pencil embedded in the upper part of their Adam's apple.

The three thugs convulsed and slowly knelt down, their widened eyes quickly filling with blood, covering their necks and constantly making hoarse sounds.

Wang Jixuan pursed his lips.

Too dirty!

He, a dignified Daoist, felt that his Dao heart would be polluted if he acted any slower!

Although Lan Yuzae was constantly bragging, he was also frightened by the scene, his face pale, his eyes even brighter.

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Too gentle!

Boss Mu Liang was really too gentle to him and his little brothers before!

This boss only flicked nuts at them before, but his real killing move was throwing pencils!

What would be the effect of changing the pencils into metal shurikens? He didn't even dare to think about it!

Wang Jixuan poked Lan Yuzae's kidney with his pistol: "Shine the flashlight in their eyes."

"Yes, good, good..."

Lan Yuzae turned on the flashlight, switching to the high-beam mode, causing the frightened man and woman to subconsciously shield their eyes.

Wang Jixuan calmly walked past the three thugs, not even looking down, but perfectly avoiding all traces of blood.

When Wang Jixuan and Lan Yuzae gradually walked away, the couple finally reacted.

The man forcefully pulled up his belt, and the two of them, trembling, untied the ropes that bound each other's hands.

They gratefully looked at the source of light moving further and further away below, vaguely hearing the voices coming from below.

"Boss, you're too awesome! Can you teach me!"

"Shut up."

"I can do any position! This move is too awesome! You're a human machine gun!"

"Noisy."

"Wrong, wrong, I won't say it! Ah! My finger! Wrong!"

The man and woman who escaped the disaster looked at each other, using the light of the mining cap to see each other, hugging and crying.

Wang Jixuan and Lan Yuzae went down for about half a minute, when suddenly a black shadow fell from the side, smashing hard on the steel structure platform below, the muffled impact echoing everywhere.

Wang Jixuan shone the flashlight down.

It was the corpse of a thug.

After walking a few more steps, the other two corpses fell one after another, smashing into two piles of minced meat on the steel structure platform below.

Lan Yuzae's face was a little pale: "Those two piglets are quite ruthless."

"Much injustice will lead to self-destruction."

Wang Jixuan said calmly:

"If one treats people with kindness, how can one suffer such misfortune?"

"Boss, you're strong, so whatever you say is right," Lan Yuzae chuckled, "But we ordinary people can only stand firm by relying on two words."

"Two words?"

"Fierce, ruthless. If you're not ruthless enough, you'll be bullied. The rules in the fortress are like this."

Lan Yuzae changed the subject:

"If you're willing to teach me this move, then I'll definitely add a 'benevolence' on top of these two words, and justice will prevail!"

"Get out of here."

Wang Jixuan was amused by this guy.

Then he frowned slightly.

Crude language is inelegant, and unbecoming of a Daoist. After all, he was going to the Immortal Realm, and couldn't be full of hostility. He still had to pay attention to this matter as much as possible.

...

Before Lan Yuzae's legs shook like a sieve, they finally arrived at the lower city level.

To Wang Jixuan's surprise, the fire escape in this area had not changed in any way, and there was only a solitary steel structure platform connecting the inside below.

Wang Jixuan became more vigilant.

Although he had Lan Yuzae as a hostage, the place he was about to break into next was, after all, an environment he was not familiar with.

But Lan Yuzae was a regular in the Lower City and could even be considered an underling of those gangsters.

“Boss, you should put your gun away; it's best to keep it close to your body.”

“You can’t just brandish guns or knives; those are the rules.”

“Besides, there are only two of us. Even if we had four guns here, it wouldn’t make much difference.”

Lan Yuzae said enthusiastically.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly, tucked the pistol into the inner pocket of his jacket, then proactively took a half-step forward, his left hand pinching Lan Yuzae's right elbow.

Now, he could attack the latter's vital point at any time.

“Don’t try to get out of my sight; you know the consequences.”

Lan Yuzae sniffed and walked toward the final steel structure platform, heading towards the two tightly closed doors in front.

Wang Jixuan followed closely behind him, his right hand reaching to his lower back, pulling up the handles of the two folded rescue knives a little.

“Usually, no one guards this area. The forty-sixth floor is basically an entertainment venue, open to the dignitaries on the upper floors.”

Lan Yuzae carelessly pulled open the fire door in front of him, the creaking sound of the fire door twisting and turning drifting into the darkness behind them.

What came into view was a wall full of graffiti, with a large '46' written on it. The light from several spotlights illuminated the wall brightly.

A foul smell, like burning plastic, assaulted his nostrils.

Wang Jixuan frowned tightly.

This was the Lower City?

Just then, beside the wall of lights, seven or eight figures jumped up simultaneously.