Merchant of the Underworld

I was stunned for a moment, and instantly realized that the bearded man might have come behind me. Although I could escape unscathed now, I would have missed the opportunity to hunt down the head-dropping master in mid-air.

There is no doubt that in the face of such a strong head-dropping master, only a fool would choose to fight one against two. I recited the spell immediately and decisively!

The bearded man was basically at the same angle as me. He seemed to see the existence of the invisible needle and screamed in horror. But I didn't give them any chance. The extremely sharp invisible needle pierced the throat of the head-dropping master in mid-air. Then in the next two seconds, the invisible needle moved back and forth dozens of times.

When I was beaten away by the bearded man behind me, the head-down master who had just been congratulating himself for surviving had a hole the size of a walnut in his throat. Blood was dripping down, and he fell limply. On the ground, there was a muffled sound.

After I was beaten to the ground by the big beard, I reflexively wanted to stand up, but found that my body seemed to be immobilized and unable to move.

Mistakes by masters mean death. I can kill three people in ten seconds, and the bearded man can kill me in the next breath!

I was really scared at this moment. I was afraid that no one would save Xinyue, Xiaomeng and the others after I died. I also didn’t know how Fanfan would be treated by the Zhang family in Jiangbei after I was no longer alive.

I won't sit still and wait for death, but the only thing I can do is to use the invisible needle to observe the bearded man's movements to contain him.

Soon, the image of the bearded man behind him appeared in his mind, and a mace-like weapon appeared in his hand.

It seemed that he wanted to smash my head with a mace, which is an ancient punishment in Thailand and is used to deal with heretics. It's just that he just saw the power of the invisible needle, so now he's a bit defensive and didn't dare to rush over for a while.

On the surface we are checking and balancing each other, but only I know how critical my situation is! Because my body is hunched over, as if I’m picking something up, it’s okay to hold on to this posture for a minute, but after that minute, every second that passes is a torment. In this case, it’s hard for me to concentrate and use it. The spiritual power breaks away the bearded man's evil spell.

In no more than three minutes, I will no longer be able to control the invisible needle. At that time, I will only die...

Time passed bit by bit, and big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. As the invisible needle swung slower and slower, the bearded man became eager to try from being cautious at the beginning. The most important thing was that as his concentration increased, Scattered, I can no longer judge the bearded position by will, maybe death will be in the next moment.

When a blurry black shadow appeared in front of me, I realized that the bearded man had waved the mace, and I closed my eyes helplessly.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the spiritual power of my body finally broke through the body-fixing technique. It seemed that God still loved me. After landing, I didn't make any pause and quickly rolled forward on the ground.

Big Beard didn't expect that my spiritual power was so strong, and he subconsciously wanted to stop. But when he attacked me just now, he used 100% of his strength. How could it be so easy to stop?

What's more, I didn't give him this chance at all. I threw the two swords out violently. The two ghost-slaying swords that I had endured for a long time rushed out like ghosts with a cold light and cut off the bearded arms. He screamed "Ah". , and only released the mace when his broken arm fell to the ground.

"Who are you and why did you harm my family?"

At this moment, I lost the kindness of a woman. When he was dying of pain, I grabbed a handful of refined salt from my pocket and sprinkled it on his wound. The wound suddenly made a sizzling sound, just like the sound of a sizzling barbecue.

The dark face of the bearded man turned pale, and his lips were trembling a little because of the severe pain, but his eyes were fierce, as if he didn't intend to tell me the truth.

I spat, tied his legs with a rope and hung him upside down on the beam. After a while, the bearded face turned red from holding back, and it became difficult to breathe. The room was filled with the sound of his breathing. There was a ticking sound, and his blood formed a small puddle on the ground along the wound of his broken arm.

I thought he would speak in this way, but unexpectedly, this guy just closed his eyes and said nothing. I was so anxious that I wandered around the room and accidentally saw a pile of thin bamboo poles in the corner.

I smiled, took out a bamboo pole, sharpened it with a knife, and inserted it into the bearded man's mouth with my teeth.

Of course, I didn't insert it too deep. I was afraid that he would bleed to death directly. I only inserted one to two centimeters. Even so, streams of rich blood continued to spurt out of his mouth and slowly flowed along the bamboo pole. on the ground.

In order to let him see his blood flowing away little by little, I also found an iron basin and put it under it. When the iron basin was almost full, the bearded man finally opened his eyes.

I thought he had given in, so I pulled out the bamboo pole and put him down to help stop the blood in his throat.

The method I used is the most typical method in interrogation. It will break down the prisoner's psychological defense in a short period of time. I believed that I had conquered the bearded man. Unexpectedly, he looked at me and suddenly burst out laughing. He became crazy and said viciously: "Zhang Jiulin, you have no idea how powerful the people who are dealing with you this time are. You can't run away. You will die worse than us! And all your friends will have to die." If you die, no one can escape, hahaha..."

His words were full of confidence and did not sound like the voice of a dying person. I felt a little panicked for some reason, but when I came to my senses, I found that he had already died.

The bearded man died with his eyes wide open. I thought he had lost too much blood, but the next moment he started spitting out purple blood from his mouth, mixed with a strong pungent smell.

I opened his mouth and took a look, and soon found a crushed pill hidden in his teeth.

It turned out that this guy committed suicide by taking poison. I didn't expect him to be so fierce. I sighed, put the bodies of the four head-down masters together, and burned them all with spiritual fire. Then I found a water pipe in the yard and washed the blood stains on my body. After thinking about it, I called Boss Bai and asked him to bring someone over to clean up the scene tomorrow. Although there were no bodies at the scene, there were large areas of blood stains. It would be a bit troublesome if the police found you later.

And I rushed to the airport and booked a flight to Hong Kong.

Although I have killed all the head-dropping masters, the head-dropping skills on Yin Xinyue and the others will not dissipate, so I am going to ask the man in the t-shirt for help. If it were normal, I would have called directly, but this time it involves Xinyue. , I must make a trip myself. But when I asked at the airport, I found that the earliest flight was still two hours away, so I had to call the man in the T-shirt while waiting.

Normally, the man in the T-shirt answers the phone very slowly, but this time he answered the phone in seconds. Before I could say anything, he said directly: "If you have anything to say, please tell me. I'm dealing with the matter here."

The man in the t-shirt never spared any effort when I needed help, so even though he said he had something to do, I still shamelessly asked him if he could come over and help me.

"What happened?"

After I asked, there was some noise on the phone. After a few seconds, the slightly cold voice of the man in the T-shirt came. It seemed that he had reached a place where he could talk. I coughed and told the story exactly as it happened.

It’s just that after I finished speaking, the man in the T-shirt didn’t reply for a long time. If the phone didn’t show that he was still on a call, I would have thought he had hung up.

I didn't bother him anymore. The T-shirt man was very reliable in this kind of thing. His silence showed that this matter was more difficult than I thought. I couldn't help but feel a little cold.