Chapter 107 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind
The so-called black market does not actually have an actual building location similar to a dungeon. It is just a collective name for those events that cannot be traded openly.
Xiong Meng quickly contacted the person with whom he was trading and arrived at the location designated by the other party.
"Give me money!"
His tone was not very good.
That's right, he had just experienced a battle in which the entire army was annihilated, and he was also tortured by the enemy. If Chi Yao hadn't helped him adjust the five qi in his body later, he might not even have the strength to walk, and he would be in a good mood.
Weird.
"But..."
The person communicating with Xiong Meng was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a well-organized suit and tie. However, due to his temperament, he did not look like an elite and instead seemed a little timid.
"This task is paid based on results. I need to confirm your..."
Before the man finished speaking, Xiong Meng suddenly became angry. He suddenly stretched out his big hand like a leaf fan and grabbed the man's collar.
"I said, give me money!!!"
He glared angrily and fiercely pulled the man in front of him. Due to the difference in stature, he even lifted the man's feet off the ground.
"All my people are dead, and I have become like this, why the hell do you still want to default on your debt?!"
The strange thing is that the man is obviously timid and timid in temperament, but now that he is treated like this by Xiong Meng, his face does not show panic, and he still looks timid.
It's like...
He only has this same expression!
Xiong Meng was probably exhausted mentally and physically due to the series of previous encounters. He didn't notice anything unusual about the other party in such a close contact.
Seeing that the other party did not answer his words, he raised his fist and hit the other party hard in the face. Of course, because he felt that the other party was just an ordinary person, he did not use Qi, only physical strength.
Bang!
But when he withdrew his fist, he felt something was wrong, because even if he didn't use Qi, the physical strength he had gained from practicing boxing for so many years was not something that an ordinary person could easily bear, but the other party actually endured it as if nothing had happened.<
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No, it's not as if nothing happened, his face seems to be a little scratched.
Xiong Meng glanced at his fist subconsciously, and there was a black mark there.
"This is not blood! This is... ink!"
Even Xiong Meng discovered the anomaly, let alone Chi Yao, who was hiding in the dark and whose insight exceeded him who knows how many times.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it was just a search that was better than nothing, but I didn't expect to find a big fish!"
He sighed in his heart, "Everyone in the Wang family is really arrogant and arrogant. They just put a layer of paint on this and did it themselves. They simply don't care about other people at all!"
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Yes, he has recognized the trick of the person who traded with Xiong Meng.
That is the Wang family’s unique skill - Shentu.
Divine painting and secret painting are both unique skills of Danqing. As the name suggests, it is a way of practicing Taoism through calligraphy and painting skills.
During the Jiashen Rebellion that year, because the main character of Mi Hua was involved, he was eventually forced by many people to commit suicide to prove his innocence, which led to the decline of Mi Hua's line and gave Shentu Wang's family a unified picture.
opportunity.
This is also the biggest reason why they have been able to remain in the top ten positions for so many years.
Therefore, those who can learn Shentu must be the core disciples of the Wang family.
This is not a big fish, what is a big fish?
Turn your attention back to Xiong Meng.
After the painting was broken by Xiong Meng's punch, the man seemed to have given up on pretending. His face, hair, clothes, etc. were all like melted candles, slowly falling off his body, and finally converging into a small ink-colored ball. At this moment, the originally timid man in a suit also changed his appearance, turning into a young man with arrogant eyes and a raised chin.
"Who are you?"
When Xiong Meng saw this, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart and asked warily.
"Who am I?"
Wang Jing laughed, "You are almost dead, why do you still know what you are doing?"
"What?"
Xiong Meng was startled and was about to make a move when he saw Wang Jing flick the ink ball in his hand. The ink ball changed immediately after it left the opponent's fingertips.
As it flew, the two ends of the originally round ink ball began to become pointed, and the whole ball gradually elongated. Viewed from the side, it looked like it had become a horizontal line. But from the front of Xiong Meng, it seemed to be full of murderous intent.
A sword.
"Roar!"
At the critical moment, he had no time to react, so he just instinctively crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Because the distance between the two is really too close!
Pfft——
It was clearly a sword drawn with ink, but it was extremely sharp. Xiong Meng's arms only barely acted as a delay before being penetrated completely.
"Ah!"
Xiong let out a cry of pain, but it was this delay that allowed him to successfully avoid the critical point in his chest, but was pierced by the horizontal blow in the shoulder.
It's not that Xiong Meng is really that weak, or that Wang Jing is that strong, it's because Xiong Meng has been tortured to death by Chi Yao's five-energy poison before.
Although Chi Yao cured his illnesses in the end, he was not kind enough to make up for his lost energy. Therefore, Xiong Meng at this time was a typical example of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
However, Xiong Meng was naturally unwilling to die like this.
Although he didn't know where Chi Yao was hiding, there was no doubt that he was nearby. Therefore, when Wang Jing stretched out his finger to him again and was about to write, he could no longer hold back and immediately exhausted all his body.
With the last bit of strength, he yelled: "Save me——"
"Save?"
Wang Jing snorted disdainfully, "Do you think I invited you to this place randomly?"
He stepped forward, stepped on Xiong Meng's face, and rubbed it hard a few times, "I've already checked, and there's no one here. No matter how much you shout, it's of no use!"
While Wang Jing kicked Xiong Meng in a ventive manner, he spat on the ground, "Being able to work for our family is an honor you will never ask for in eight lifetimes. You should kneel down and be grateful! How dare you do this?
I want money and you threaten me? Huh?"
"Save...save...me..."
Xiong Meng was already extremely weak, and this kick and beating left him with almost no strength to speak.
"Help? I'll let you ask for help!"
Wang Jing kicked harder and harder, "Let me see who the hell dares to come to save you today! Who the hell can come to save you?!"
He is no longer in a hurry to kill Xiong Meng. Instead, he seems to have found some kind of pleasure in this wanton trampling and torture, and his mood is getting more and more crazy.
Just when he was stepping vigorously, the shadow under his feet suddenly swelled up like a tangible object, and then turned into a human form.
A cold voice mixed with a hint of joking immediately sounded in Wang Jing's ears: