Hearing Qimeng's words, the black-faced man raised his head and laughed loudly. After a while, he looked at Qimeng and said:

"The reason why beauty is attractive is because she has a fascinating and suffocating appearance. If I want to get you, why care whether you have a sweetheart? It is enough to get your body and appearance."

"It's so disgusting!" Qi Meng spat at the black-faced man and helped me up from the ground with force.

The black-faced man saw me standing up and immediately focused his eyes on me:

"Boy, you should have realized it long ago. We, the black-faced scholar, can you be provoked by clowns like you? For the sake of the beauty, I will let you die. Today I am here, not only to kill you, but the leader has given orders. Anyone who has investigated everything related to you will not be left behind... In other words, the main scholar will kill you nine clans!!"

I raised my head and looked at the man in black standing in front of me and asked:

"You should be a native, right? I can't figure out why you are working for these outsiders?"

"Eight words: people die for money, birds die for food. As long as I have endless money, as long as I can surpass you ordinary people, I can kill you without leaving any trace in every move. Why not do it? All this I can get now is given by the leader. As long as someone can give me these, is it important for whom I will work for?" The man in black became more and more arrogant. He grabbed his right hand in the void, and a short black blade slid out of his wide cuffs.

"Seeing that you are not young, I will not torture you anymore. I will give you a good time and send you on your way with one knife. If you reincarnate in the next life, you must remember that you can't provoke you!" The man in black said as he was about to attack me.

I shouted before he took action:

"If you kill me, aren't you afraid of Black Mountain Wolf's revenge in the future?"

When the black-faced man heard this, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes:

"We have investigated your details before we plan to attack you. The Black Mountain Wolf will be just your cover, and you are not theirs at all. Remember next time, it is best to draft before lying."

After the words came, the black-faced man jumped up and rushed forward quickly. Before I could react, he had already arrived in front of me. He waved his right hand and stabbed the black dagger in his hand towards my chest.

In this situation, there was a wall behind me and I couldn't retreat. I had no other choice. I could only try my best to lean my body to the right and avoid the vital position.

"Puchi!" The short blade in the black-faced man's hand pierced into my shoulders. I felt a chill on my shoulders, and then I saw red blood slowly flowing out of my shoulders.

I endured the stinging pain on my shoulders, and used a spatula with my right hand, and stabbed the black-faced man in the stomach before he stepped back.

The black-faced man quickly reacted, retreated and avoided it, and at the same time pulled out the short blade that pierced my shoulder. The violent stinging sensation became stronger, and blood surged from the wound, and I couldn't help but groan.

Qi Meng saw that I was injured, so she hurriedly called over to help me hold down the wound.

As I lost too much blood, I began to feel my arms slowly becoming heavier, and my whole body began to get cold, and my strength seemed to be disappearing little by little...

Qimeng kept calling my name to help me hold my wound, making me try to stay awake. I looked at Qimeng, who was already crying and red-eyed, and said:

"Sister Qimeng, I'm sorry, I've implicated you too."

Qimeng looked at me and shook her head, tears fell on my face:

"Wang Cheng, don't say I'm sorry..."

"If you want to say it, you might as well keep it for death." The black-faced man said as he rushed to me quickly, pushed Qimeng away with force, and stabbed the short blade in his hand towards me.

And I haven't moved, just waiting for this opportunity.

Just now, I had already made a decision that even if I died, I would have to drag this black-faced man to hell together.

This time, I didn't dodge, nor did I want to dodge at all. I just watched the man in black stab into my stomach with his dagger.

Because I am waiting for the best time to take action, that is the moment when he succeeds in the attack!

The more I reached this moment, the calmer I became. As blood beads burst out in front of me, I didn't care about the pain, I gritted my teeth, held my breath, and used all my strength in my body to stab the black-faced man's chest.

"Puchi!" With a slight sound, the scraper in my hand stabbed into the black-faced man's chest.

Then the corners of his mouth were filled with red blood. He stared at me incredible ways, quickly grabbed my right hand holding the scraper with one hand, and was as strong as if he wanted to cut off my hand. He pushed it hard and pulled the scraper out of his chest.

He covered the wound with his hands, opened his mouth, and asked in a deep voice as he looked at the scraper in my hand:

"There is a porcelain soul energy on the scraper. Are you a magician?"

"You guessed it right." After saying this, I had no strength in my body, my eyes turned black and I fell to the ground.

Just as I fell to the ground, I heard Sister Qimeng's heart-wrenching shout:

"Wang Cheng!!!"

She ran over crying loudly, knelt on the ground and helped me to her lap.

She used one hand to help me hold the wound on my stomach tightly, and took out my cell phone with the other hand to dial the emergency number.

"Wang Cheng, hold on, you will be fine! Believe me, you will be fine... answer the phone quickly!" Qimeng saw that my body was covered in blood and she cried to tears. No one answered the emergency call yet, so she was so anxious that she was trembling.

But I was lying in her arms, but at this moment I just wanted to sigh: Sister Qimeng is so beautiful even if she is crying.

I knew I was seriously injured and lost too much blood. I probably couldn't hold on to the ambulance, so before leaving, I really had a lot to say to Qimeng:

"Sister Qimeng, stop crying. Listen to me. If I can't stand this time, please help me take care of my grandfather and my master..."

"You'd better be more conscious and report your master's name, so that we can investigate again." The black-faced man's cold voice sounded, interrupting my words.

I raised my head and looked at the black-faced man, and found that he had stood up from the ground. I don’t know what method I used to cut off the blood. At this time, he was staring at Qimeng and me with his pair of snake-like eyes.

His chest was stabbed so deeply by a scraper that he could still stand up like nothing happened.

Is it because he is lucky and does not hurt the vital points, or is the scraper in my hand that cannot hurt him at all? It seems that this Black Face Sect is really weird.

"Since you don't say it, let me guess. This scraper is used for carving porcelain. If I guess correctly, your master should be Jiuyan and Jiuluoyi!"

Before I could reply, the black-faced man walked towards me and Qimeng, pointed at me with the short blade in his hand and continued:

"You don't need to deny that no one will give you this scraper except him. But I really don't understand why Jiu Luoyi accepted a useless apprentice like you? Could it be that he is old and even his brain is not easy to use?"

"Forget it, I won't waste time with you here, let's stop here." The black-faced man said, bent down, waved his hand and stroked at my neck.

When Qi Meng saw this, he actually stretched out his arm and blocked me.

"Sister Qimeng, don't!" I no longer had the extra strength to stop Qimeng, so I could only watch the dagger slashing at Qimeng's arm.

Just as I was about to scratch, I closed my eyes and turned my head and couldn't bear to look on.

With a light sound, I did not hear Qi Meng's scream, but heard the black-faced man's confusion:

"Huh? What's going on?"
Chapter completed!