The sudden situation scared the three guests next to him so much that they screamed, and ran out of the store as if they were running away.
Fang Yu stood up, looked at the smashed wall in front of him, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the store.
Sure enough, he saw a corpse.
This corpse should be the real owner of this noodle restaurant.
The reason why Fang Yu walked into this noodle restaurant was because when he passed by the door, he felt a sense of familiarity.
It is the slight breath of the subtle power of the magic array that I sensed when I entered the Falling Fairy Valley before.
The body of the owner of the restaurant in front of me was distorted, his eyes were bulging, and his skin was as pale as paper.
The way of death is exactly the same as the deaths of those warriors whose blood souls were drained in the Flying Fairy Valley.
The little boy was obviously a person sent by the Witch God Cult.
When Fang Yu first stepped into this noodle restaurant, he almost knew everything.
After that, he just pretended not to know. He wanted to see what the little boy was going to do to him.
Unfortunately, the little boy's move was nothing new.
It's nothing more than adding ingredients to that bowl of noodles and that cup of water.
Fang Yu didn't know what poison he used, but there was no need to know.
Anyway, his body has long been invincible for all poisons.
Fang Yu turned around and returned to the store and walked out of the smashed wall.
There is an alley outside, and the little boy falls here.
However, at this time, his appearance was no longer the same.
After being hit by Fang Yu's punch, the bones on his face were completely shattered and a large piece of it sank.
Therefore, his disguised face was also knocked back to his original form.
He was not a little boy at all, but an old dwarf man with wrinkles on his skin.
At this time, the old dwarf was not dead, but it was almost done.
He lay on the ground, blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nostrils.
His body twitched slightly, and a whimpering sound came from his throat, obviously incredibly painful.
Fang Yu walked up to him and looked down at him with a calm look on his face.
The old dwarf man had only eyes that could rotate.
He looked at Fang Yu with fear in his eyes.
How is that possible?
He obviously added a large dose of Soul-Breaking Powder to the bowl of noodles and added Thousand Poison Powder to the cup of water!
They are all extremely poisonous things in the world!
If an ordinary person consumes even a little bit, he will die suddenly!
But Fang Yu ate the whole bowl of noodles and drank the glass of water at the same time.
Both poisons are swallowed into the stomach, how could it be that nothing is wrong?
This situation has exceeded his perception!
"If you want to kill me, can you be more creative?" Fang Yu said.
The old dwarf lay down on the ground and couldn't speak at all.
He stared at Fang Yu, hoping that the toxicity would explode at some point, causing Fang Yu to die suddenly.
Fang Yu took another step forward and asked, "It must be your leader who ordered you to kill me?"
"Instead of sending people to die one by one, I might as well take the initiative to go to your nest."
"Tell me, where is your base camp of the Witch God Cult?"
The old dwarf was shocked.
Fang Yu looked at the dwarf old man and frowned slightly.
The old man's whole face was sunken, and his mouth was obviously unable to open.
The punch just now was too strong.
"Forget it, let's do it yourself." Fang Yu squatted down, stretched out a finger, and pointed it on the forehead of the old dwarf.
He wanted to perform soul-catching techniques on the old dwarf and search for his memories.
But just as his spiritual sense penetrated into the soul of the dwarf old man, a mark on the soul of the dwarf old man suddenly broke out.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the soul of the dwarf old man disintegrated.
Sure enough, the souls of everyone in the Witch God Cult were left with marks.
This means that the highest ruler in the Witch God Cult can control the lives of everyone in the Witch God Cult.
Whoever he wants to die is all in one thought.
And this can also help him control everyone under his command.
Fang Yu stood up and looked at the corpse under his feet, expressionless.
"The Witch God Sect... I will sooner or later take your lair."
...
There is a sudden building in a deserted suburb in the western part of Huaibei.
Its architectural style is very retro, like a church.
At the top of the church, there is a statue standing, a monster with wings and a devilish face.
At this time, a man in red robe sat on the highest seat in the church.
The man wore a golden crown on his head, a veil covered his face, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
These eyes are quite strange. The left eye socket is pitch black and there is no white. The right eye socket is pure white, and there is no trace of black.
One yin and one yang, separate from the left and right.
This person sat in a seat symbolizing honor, looking quietly below. A group of people kneeling on the ground.
There were nearly eighty people in total, kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner.
Kneeling in the front row were five people in black robes.
In the second and third rows, twenty people in purple robes were kneeling.
Further down there are a large number of people wearing white and gray robes.
This is the strict hierarchy system of the Witch God Cult.
Except for the Archbishop, go down layer by layer.
Everyone just knelt on the ground without saying a word.
The whole church is strangely quiet.
A few dozen seconds later, the person sitting in the high seat suddenly made a hoarse sound.
"He is dead."
Hearing this, a man in black robe who was kneeling in the front row raised his head and said, "Article, this son's strength is far beyond our imagination. I do not recommend sending people to assassinate him again."
The Archbishop on the high seat was silent for a moment and said, "Speak your thoughts."
"If you want to kill this son, you should use the magic of curse and killing! Doing so can not only reduce our losses, but also completely execute this son!" said the man in black robe.
"Curse and kill..." The Archbishop seemed to be in deep thought.
"We can use the most extreme bloodline curse to kill this son, including everyone who is related to him, completely!" the man in black robe said in a fierce tone.
"To perform a bloodline spell, you must obtain the blood and hair on his body. In the end, you have to send someone to attack him at close range? Otherwise, how can you obtain these two items?" the person next to him questioned.
"There are many ways to get his blood and hair, and you don't have to attack him." The man in black robe said with a chill in his eyes.
"Since you are sure, you will leave this matter to you. As long as I can see Fang Yu's body, I will give you the supreme reward." The Archbishop said.
"Thank you, Archbishop!" The man in black robe looked happy and leaned down again.
...
All afternoon, Fang Yu spent the rest of the room studying the spirit-pressing array.
He tried to combine the spirit-pressing array and the Spirit-Devouring Art, but after calculation, he found that it was almost impossible to do it.
The principles of the Spirit Pressing Array and the Spirit-Devouring Art seem to be basically similar, but it is quite difficult to truly integrate into the magic and use it.
From absorbing true qi to absorb spiritual energy.
If Fang Yu really wanted to study this technique, there would be no solution.
He just needs to find a place where warriors gather, and then use the Spirit-Devouring Art to absorb the spiritual energy in the dantian of all the surrounding warriors.
Now he is only thirty-five levels away from 10,000 layers in the Qi Refining Period.
If this could be done to study this large-scale Spirit-Devouring Art, these thirty-five layers would be no problem!
Thinking of this, Fang Yu became more and more excited and extremely focused.
It was not until after ten o'clock in the evening that his cell phone rang and he was pulled out of his selfless state.
The phone number was called by Li Bingyan.
"Boss, you are so awesome, really! You are so awesome. 750 points! Oh my god, do you know what I reacted when I first heard your grades? My phone was thrown away by me..." As soon as I answered the phone, Li Bingyan spoke a long paragraph in an excited tone.
"What are you asking for me?" Fang Yu interrupted him and asked.
"Boss, are you still in Nandu?" Li Bingyan asked.
"Yes." Fang Yu replied.
"That's good. Tomorrow is Friday, let's take a cruise from Nandu Pier to Kowloon Island for two days," said Li Bingyan.
"I still have something to do, I don't have time to play," Fang Yu said.
Chapter completed!