The Road to Slaying God

Liu Biao may have been tied up for more than a long time and was tortured, so he was exhausted. After taking a bath, he went to bed early. In his dream, he was still cursing. Obviously, this guy was tortured enough.

Zhang Yang couldn't sleep.

The scene of the three people being killed flashed through my mind repeatedly as if it were a movie. The cold light that turned into a dotted line, the blood that flew up into the air, and the unblinking eyes formed a cruel scene dripping with blood...

Thinking of that dangerous moment of shock, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that life is so fragile and vulnerable. With just a gentle wave of his hand, a living life disappeared so easily. He was so helpless. , so fearful, so incredible.

Life is magical, but life is also fragile.

Until now, Zhang Yang still can't understand why he was so confident in throwing a dagger to hit the target. Zhang Yang is not surprised by his calculation ability. He has strong self-confidence. He can calculate several possible surnames in an instant, and he can All things considered, however, there is always a sense of unfamiliarity about the application of knives.

Could it be that my practice has already seen results?

In the dangerous and tense environment at that time, Zhang Yang did not consider whether the dagger throwing would fail. This makes Zhang Yang feel a little scared when he thinks about it now. If there was the slightest mistake at that time, he and Liu Biao would pay the price with their lives.

Slowly, Zhang Yang sorted out a clue. There was actually no trace of the martial arts memory in his mind. It was completely an intuitive practice. Those repeated movements were to allow him to meet the required standards of certain movements. At least, Zhang Yang now understood that without the thousands of repeated trainings before, he would have been unable to achieve the smooth movements of squatting down and rolling to catch the dagger in the corridor.

It seems that the martial arts in the memory is completely a kind of training for physical sensitivity, and there are no specific moves at all. Moreover, the memory of those martial arts knowledge also seems to have a strong desire to learn. Zhang Yang has clearly felt it. After reading the ancient books, When playing "Sunflower Collection", the passion was very, very strong...

"Sunflower Collection" Zhang Yang will never practice. That thing can make a person invincible in the world. Similarly, it can also make oneself extinct. The risk is too great. Although it is explained later that it can be successful without self-imposed palace, but , Zhang Yang still doesn’t dare to take risks. After all, there are no successful records in those novels and historical records, but eunuchs have made some, so don’t learn from them!

Zhang Yang couldn't understand the book "The Long Road to Immortality" at all. Not only could he not read it himself, but the countless memories in his head didn't react at all. Although Zhang Yang believed that this was a very powerful martial arts secret book, he couldn't read it. There is no way to understand it, it is equivalent to waste. Now, the only way is actually only one, continue to increase the amount of reading, and find valuable things from those vast ancient books.

Thinking of those obscure words, Zhang Yang inexplicably felt a heat flow in his body. The heat flow circulated throughout his body, and his limbs were extremely comfortable. This feeling was very strange, as if there was something, but he couldn't grasp it, as if the body was transforming itself. generally……

Slowly, Zhang Yang entered a state of meditation, a state of emptiness and nothingness, where the human soul seemed to be expanding infinitely...

The wind was blowing slowly, and there was a slight sound caused by the friction in the air, and the dust particles collided and stuck with each other... Slowly, the scope of Zhang Yang's meditation gradually expanded, well, a motorcycle passed by outside the window, a motorcycle At low gear and high speed, Zhang Yang felt the fierce friction of the engine.

The cicada's struggling sound, a dying autumn cicada struggling on the branch, Zhang Yang even felt the autumn cicada flapping its wings and kicking its weak legs...

Finally, his thoughts could not be extended and he could only detect nearby. Zhang Yang slowly brought his meditation to the bar of the hotel. The front of the bar was still the same as when he came in. There was a mahjong table and several old women with rich paint were smoking. While playing cards, mahjong made a "crackling" sound on the table. The boss sat behind the boss's wife and watched the game. Zhang Yang saw that the boss bumped his legs against the boss's wife's legs from time to time, hinting that the boss's wife would play cards...

At this time, the door opened, and a young man with yellow hair came in. After Huang Mao came in, he greeted the boss, and he seemed to be very familiar with him.

"Ha...Huang Mao, I haven't seen you for a long time." The boss quickly stood up and affectionately handed the young man a cigarette.

"Boss, have you seen two young men, about 20 years old, with foreign accents, one leg is lame?" Huang Mao asked.

…

"Boom..." Zhang Yang's head felt like it was going to explode, and the clear feeling suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold sweat broke out down his spine. He didn't expect that less than four hours after he came to this hotel, the other party was immediately chasing him here. It seemed that he had underestimated the power of Maimaiti.

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang thought of the possibility that Maimaiti's power in the provincial capital was even greater than that in City C. He could use the power of the underworld to conduct a carpet-like search in the city. This kind of search The efficiency is much higher than that of state violence agencies, because they only need to summon some local snakes, and then ask the local snakes to send people to search in different areas. It is easy to find them. For these black shops, they do not dare to offend the local snakes. .

This is just like the society in martial arts novels. Many characters are not afraid of the knights, but are afraid of local snakes. The reason why local snakes are called local snakes is precisely because they have deep-rooted power and extensive connections in the local area.

Zhang Yang no longer needs to guess, this boss must have betrayed him!

I believe that in about twenty minutes, the entire street will be under control. After all, three people died on the other side...

"Liu Biao, get up!"

"Ah..." Liu Biao woke up from his sleep. He suddenly sat up and saw everyone around him looking at Zhang Yang with blank expressions.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yang said while packing his things.

Liu Biao didn't ask anymore, because he saw Zhang Yang's eyes were blood red and full of ferocity. Liu Biao didn't hesitate and quickly put on his clothes. From Zhang Yang's expression, he could tell that something must have happened.

"Jump off the building?" Liu Biao glanced downstairs a little timidly. Although they lived on the second floor, there were no pursuers, so he didn't dare to jump. What's more, his legs had not fully recovered.

"Go through the gate!"

Zhang Yang put the blood-stained clothes on his hands, hid the sharp dagger in his wrist, opened the door and walked out... If he blindly escapes, there will be an endless pursuit...

"Brother Liao, this is Huang Mao. Please send someone quickly. We found the target at the Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market... um... ah..."

Huang Mao, who was on the phone, suddenly stopped because he saw two young men coming down the stairs. The one walking behind was a little lame. The one in front was holding a piece of clothing. On the clothing, Banban could be seen. The blood stains are very glaring...

"Call me." Zhang Yang looked at the yellow-haired young man coldly.

"..." Huang Mao felt a huge pressure, as if there was a big mountain in front of him, making him unable to resist.

"Give me!"

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a heart-stopping cold light. At this time, the boss and several old women playing mahjong were so suppressed by Zhang Yang's murderous aura that they did not dare to breathe out, because they saw the mahjong in Zhang Yang's hand. The sharp dagger, the only thing he didn't see was Huang Mao standing in front of Zhang Yangzhengming.

Finally, under Zhang Yang's strong mental pressure, Huang Mao handed the phone to Zhang Yang

"Are you Huang Mao's eldest brother?" Zhang Yang said lightly.

"Who are you?" the other party said sharply.

"Are you Brother Liao?" Zhang Yang asked in a calm tone, but his whole person exuded a heart-stopping cold air, while Huang Mao stood there pitifully. He himself didn't understand why he left.

"I'm Brother Liao, who are you?" The other party seemed to be angry.

"Haha, hello, Brother Liao, I am the person you are looking for. I am at the Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market. Well, come and collect the body..."

"ah……"

Huang Mao let out a shrill scream and looked at his stomach with a blank expression. He saw a fair hand holding the handle of a dagger, and the dagger had been inserted into his stomach. Huang Mao couldn't believe it. It seemed that this was an illusion. It was an illusion. It was not real. In fact, Huang Mao even touched a little blood with his hand to see if it was blood under the light...

Yes, he had been stabbed, and the muscles on Huang Mao's face were twisted in pain.

Several women were paralyzed with fear. The boss was shaking and trying to climb to the bar, but his legs had no strength at all. Moreover, he did not dare to move because the cripple looked at him with a fierce look and blocked his escape. On the way to the back, my gaze was like a sharp blade.

"Do you have something to say to your elder brother?" Zhang Yang put the phone in his hand to Huang Mao's ear without taking out the dagger.

"Big...big...brother...help me...ahem...help me, hurry..." Huang Mao held back the severe pain and said to the phone, pressing his hands firmly on his stomach.

"Huangmao, Huangmao... I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon..."

The other party roared wildly, and even Liu Biao who was standing behind heard the roar... The phone gently slipped to the ground, and the electrical panel fell off...

"The road to hell is easy!" Zhang Yang gently and slowly drew out the dagger.

"Please...don't...ahem..."

"Don't blame me, blame you for following the wrong boss."

Huang Mao pressed his hands desperately on his stomach. Zhang Yang's hand pulled out the dagger very slowly and powerfully. Blood followed the dagger and was drawn out like a fountain. Zhang Yang used the suit that had been dyed red with blood to block the spray of blood. , the yellow-haired young man's eyes gradually darkened, and the muscles on his face were constantly twitching. Fear, despair, pain, hatred, almost all negative emotions were expressed on this face, intertwined into a heart-stopping picture.

"Give me the key!" Zhang Yang didn't look at the body lying on the ground. He looked down at his watch and his eyes fell on the proprietress.

"What... what... the key..." The landlady looked at the twitching yellow hair on the ground with a look of fear on her face, trembling all over.

"Motorcycle key." Zhang Yang glanced at a women's scooter parked in the corner.

"The bar...inside the bar drawer..."

"Well, don't report the crime. If the police come to you, just tell the truth. Don't report the crime!" Zhang Yang threw the motorcycle keys to Liu Biao.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu There are corpses here, dead people..." The proprietress looked at the corpse on the ground that had gradually stopped twitching with a mournful face.

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it. You don't have to worry."

Soon, Liu Biao pushed the motorcycle to the door and started the engine. Everything was normal.

"Ah... wu wu..."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the air, and there was another scream. The boss covered his bloody mouth with a suppressed expression, screaming in pain, but he couldn't scream loudly, because Zhang Yang's knife cut his upper and lower parts. Lips.

"Teach you a lesson."

Zhang Yang's blood-red eyes scanned the trembling women, and he sat down on the motorcycle with a heavy grunt. There was a roar of the accelerator, and the scooter disappeared into the night like an arrow...

"Zhang Yang, where are you going?" The motorcycle has left the scope of the wholesale market, and Liu Biao has no sense of direction in the spider-like traffic in the provincial capital.

"Go back." Zhang Yang said.

"Ah...where are you going?" Liu Biao was stunned and suddenly stopped his motorcycle.

"Go back to the hotel!"

"Why?" Liu Biao asked in surprise.

"Kill Brother Liao!"

(To be continued)