My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

The top floor of the Jinghong Gang ship. Jin Wuduan sat on the top.

Zhuo Yinghai sat down and left with a gloomy face, staring at Zuo Sheng opposite: "Feng'er's business really has nothing to do with you?"

Zuo Sheng felt that he couldn't wash himself even if he jumped into the Jinshui River. Zhang Ye's bastards all came to him secretly, saying that his affairs were too rough.

"On the day Brother Feng disappeared, I was catching up with the checkpoint. I was busy with mediation and lacked the skills to clone, so..." Zuo Sheng defended seriously.

On the contrary, the cheap senior brother just left Nanyang. And Zhuo Rufeng paid special attention to Chen Mu because of his attitude.

Ah……

"Senior brother, you are really my great benefactor! Before leaving, you threw a big black pot on me." Zuo Sheng thought through gritted teeth.

"I was stationed at the checkpoint that day."

"After knocking out the guards of the Shangguan family, I had to kiss the door and send Miss Shangguan and the young master of the Bai family back."

"It was evening after I was done, so I took my men back to the pier and didn't stay outside."

"A lot of people knew about my whereabouts during this period."

Zuo Sheng explained helplessly.

"Shangguan's family? Prefect Shangguan Ji?" Zhuo Yinghai's pupils shrank.

Jin Wuduan was also surprised that the matter involved Shangguan Ji, the number one master of Nanyang Mansion!

"It's him." Zuo Sheng couldn't help but feel awe.

This is a big man who has dominated Nanyang for 20 years.

"Then who the hell did my son do?!" Zhuo Yinghai was in a state of confusion.

"It should be related to a scholar." Zuo Sheng's eyes flickered, but he didn't say Chen Mu's identity. Such a big bomb of sincerity is trouble enough. Talking is useless.

"Scholar?!" Zhuo Yinghai stared at Zuo Sheng.

Zuo Sheng waved his hand, a man behind him walked away quickly, and soon walked in with an old man with a goatee beard.

"This person is called Xing Laoliu. He has been born from generation to generation. He looks at people and bones. He can break the art of disguise."

"I was invited to guard the checkpoint that day. There seems to be something wrong with the situation of a scholar."

"Speak!" Zhuo Yinghai stared at Xing Laoliu fiercely.

The little old man's goatee trembled, not daring to hide it at all.

"That scholar's face is really wrong. From what I understand, it must have been remodeled to cut the bones and fill the flesh."

"Why didn't you say it then?!" Zhuo Yinghai was furious.

Xing Laoliu couldn't help but shrank his neck: "Cutting the bones and filling the flesh to change the appearance, the process is cruel and painful, and it takes at least two years."

"And dare to use this method, the people who can use this method are all those who are brave and evil in the world."

"The people we want to arrest don't have the time to do this kind of transformation, and they are much older than the scholar."

"Little old man was worried that this person would be violent. If he didn't tell the truth, he gave... let him go." Xing Laoliu glanced at Zhuo Yinghai secretly and said cautiously.

Who would have thought that your son was so curious, he would catch up.

When you encounter such a ruthless person, it's strange not to fall back!

Zhuo Yinghai's face was sinking like water, and he was full of anger and didn't know how to vent.

Zuo Sheng looked strange, looking at Xing Laoliu with a serious face.

Boneless and meaty? Brave and evil? My cheap brother? Ah……

"Do you still remember the identity of that person?" Jin Wudong asked.

"Remember." Xing Laoliu nodded: "This kind of character is very rare. Later, I was curious and went to inquire about his identity."

"That person is Chen Jia, twenty-three years old, from Liangpu County."

"Okay, you go down." Jin Wuduan waved Xing Laoliu away.

"Old Zhuo. I will send someone to track down the trace of this person later. We must not let Feng'er disappear for nothing." Jin Wuduan solemnly promised.

Zhuo Yinghai handed over with an ugly face.

"In the future, the Jinghong Gang will rely on you to steer, but you must take care of your health." Jin Wuduan said with concern.

Zhuo Yinghai nodded yes.

I didn't have the heart to say anything else, so I said goodbye and left after a while.

...

Jin Wuduan looked at Zhuo Yinghai's lonely back in a complicated way.

After the other party completely left the ship, he turned around and looked at Zuo Sheng with admiration.

"I didn't expect Sheng'er to stay behind."

"There are enough witnesses, and I picked myself cleanly, and even I can't see any flaws."

"sharp!"

Zuo Sheng: "..."

You didn't believe me after I explained it for a long time, did you?

I really didn't do this!

...

Lijiang Acropolis, Yongtongfang.

In the middle of the yard is a circular wooden frame three or four meters high and two meters wide.

Fist big white stone balls swinging back and forth in the air at different heights.

In the ring, there are also many wooden poles in a disorderly manner.

On the ground were crooked, half-meter-high wooden stakes that were plunged into the ground at will.

Chen Mu, dressed in black, jumped on the stake. Taking a deep breath, he jumped out.

He is like a sensitive ape, running up and down, sometimes even swinging forward on his head and feet.

The stone ball hanging in the air is covered with white dye, and it will be dyed if you touch it a little.

The environment was complicated, but Chen Mu came and went freely, and afterimages appeared quickly.

The body assumes a twisted posture that is contrary to common sense, but always maintains a balance, rushing around the ring at an unabated speed.

After a long while, Chen Mu jumped down from the ring.

He lowered his head and put on his black clothes, but did not notice the white dye: "After a few more runs, we will have to add more obstacles."

The blue-eyed golden ape is a master of shape training, strength, speed, balance control, etc., are enhanced to varying degrees, especially the sense of body balance.

With this assistance, he can make a lot of unreasonable actions, which makes his movement even more bizarre and unpredictable.

When masters compete, the difference in the line may be the difference in life.

"It's easier to escape with a strange movement." Chen Mu looked relieved.

Chen Mu recalled the hardships along the way, full of emotion: "I never practice martial arts to kill people, but to save my life."

"It's a pity that the world is dangerous, and bad people and masters are always emerging."

"Kestrel's shape training increases the speed, and the blue-eyed golden ape improves the balance, enhances the ability to pass through the rugged mountain forest and dense roadway environment, and indirectly increases the speed."

"Run fast to live long."

"Nanyang has a lot of water, so I don't know if there is any training method to improve the speed of underwater movement." Chen Mu secretly remembered it in his heart.

Maybe you can try to find it again in the future.

In the past few days, the white ape's shape training has progressed rapidly. Chen Mu estimated that in more than 20 days, the bones will be completed.

"I hope that the courage to give birth can be a little bigger." Chen Mu sighed.

He has lost hope in the ability of the white ape training to transform the strength of his body.

...

By the Jinshui River, Lanhe Ferry.

A middle-aged man in his forties was thrown to the ground with a bruised face.

"Have you seen this person?" Zhuo Yinghai said lightly, pointing to a portrait.

The portrait was described and corrected by Xing Laoliu, and it was painted by a well-known painter in the city. He even specifically asked Zuo Sheng to confirm.

"I've seen it!" The boat boss nodded without hesitation.

"Do you know the fate of fooling me?" Zhuo Yinghai glanced at the other party and said indifferently.

The middle-aged man carefully glanced at the giant beast pattern on the other's cuff: "Section Master Zhuo, the youngest is a peripheral member of the Jinghong Gang."

Zhuo Yinghai glanced at it unexpectedly, and immediately understood.

Most of the people who lived on the Jinshui River were related to the Jinghong Gang.

"It's easy to handle on your own." Zhuo Yinghai nodded lightly: "Let's talk."

"This person went to the Lijiang Acropolis." The middle-aged man did not dare to hesitate.

"Lijiang Acropolis..." Zhuo Yinghai looked inexplicable.