For a moment, the room fell into silence. The representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts stopped what they were doing and turned to look over.
Pairs of sharp eyes projected like lasers, and the scarred man felt as if his naked body was seen through.
The hair on his arms stood up inch by inch.
It felt like being targeted by a top predator, or a group of top predators. The scarred man froze in place.
His mind went blank for a moment, and he was instinctively a little scared, but the sequelae of the beast's blood kicked in. To put it simply, the scarred man suddenly seemed to have a cramp and continued with the words he had just spoken: "Your name is Huang Hun, right?"
He raised his finger and pointed at the skinny old man in an elegant striped suit who was coming down the stairs. Compared with the group of obviously abnormal people around him, this old man with gray hair and a kind smile was the most normal.
Seeing the scarred man pointing his finger at him, Mian, who was nicknamed the Demon Lion back then, showed a gentle and hearty smile on his face.
The old mouth opened, revealing his still white teeth.
"Do you know this person? Kaxiu."
“No.”
Kaxiu shook his head and answered the question truthfully.
"Hey, wait, I came to..."
The scarred man suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"good."
Mian nodded after hearing Kaxiu's words. Then a strong wind suddenly came from the room, and Mian appeared in front of the scarred man in an instant. His hands turned into two blurry black afterimages, and flashed across the scarred man's shoulder blades like lightning.
Then a palm was pressed on his chest in an instant, and the scarred man stepped back, and Kaxiu next to him pulled Yin Ri in.
Then he reached out and closed the door with a click.
Outside the door, the scarred man who was beaten to a pulp shook his head and couldn't help cursing. Then he started coughing violently. His chest felt stuffy and he was about to raise his hand to check the situation.
"well?"
"Where are my fucking hands!?"
"Where are my hands!"
“Ahhhh!”
The severe pain that he felt belatedly came like a tide, and the scarred man's facial features were instantly distorted and sweat spurted out.
In the drizzle, a man stood in front of the small building. His two arms, covered with sleeves, fell to the ground, his shoulder was bloody and blood was gushing out of his veins.
“Roar, roar, roar, roar…”
Listening to the tragic screams outside the door, Mi An sighed slightly and tapped his waist: "It's true, the older I get, the easier it is to get angry. After more than ten years of self-cultivation, my mood is gone all of a sudden..."
Domon, who was boxing next to him, rolled his eyes. Didn't his uncle understand? This was clearly a hope for his body to return to its peak state, and his heart began to get restless again. When he was young, Mian was brave and fierce, and he was obsessed with martial arts. He often killed people in battle and liked to constantly challenge various masters.
Together with Domon's master Maro, they are known as the two evil lions.
Mi An's so-called self-cultivation is nothing more than his age and declining blood. He has no hope of entering a higher level of martial arts, so he is discouraged. Once his passion for martial arts is rekindled, Mi An will never be content with loneliness.
Cutting off someone's arms was just an appetizer. If they weren't in the enemy's base camp, they would have had some concerns. With the arrogance of the scarred man, if he pointed at Mian right away, he would have died miserably.
There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.
The Demon Lion was very domineering when he was young.
Next to him, Kasu was talking to Yin Ri while accepting the food that was brought to him. He acted as if nothing had happened, as if the scarred man who came to collect the debt had never appeared.
I recognized the wrong person, so why should I fix the level
Besides, why should I pay back the Dark Essence that I borrowed with my own ability? It's hard to find information dealers to find loan channels, okay? The distance from the Crossbow Flow Base to the Iron Blood Bar is not close...
This scarred man should be a member of the Black Wolf Society. He is not afraid if the Black Wolf Society takes revenge on Kaxiu. It just so happens that he has a control group to verify the effect of the secret soul power with the representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts World.
Wait... isn't there already one outside the door
Kaxiu suddenly raised his head and opened the door. The scarred man outside had turned into a werewolf to save his life. He lowered his head and tried to bite the two arms together with his teeth to take them away. Maybe he could use some strange ability to connect them. At this moment, the scarred man was sticking his butt up high, rubbing his face on the ground like a pig digging for food.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly raised his head from his kneeling position in fear, and when he saw Kaxiu, he had an expression that made him want to cry but could not: "What the hell, what on earth are you going to do?"
It turns out that the swear words some people say may not be insulting, but may be some kind of habitual particles. It's OK for people who are familiar with you, because they know that you speak like that. People who are not familiar with you will think you are insulting them.
That's what happened to the scarred man. He talked a little bit as usual when collecting debts, and then his two arms were gone.
And it seems that they are also being treated as some kind of dangerous experimental subjects.
Trouble comes from the mouth...
Half an hour later.
The scarred man's two arms were reattached. The old man Hardy with the goatee had amazing medical skills and seemed to have used some special abilities. Of course, the arms were reattached. But the arms that had been broken off were definitely not as useful as before.
Kaxiu and the others did this not out of a sudden act of kindness, but for the purpose of experimenting with the power of the secret soul. Only subjects with intact limbs were valuable, and they could be used as controls to exclude variables.
Next, they ate the breakfast that Yin Ri brought.
Nothing special, tasted pretty good.
Just as I cleaned up the residue on the table, there was another knock on the door. Familiar irritable frequency, familiar opening.
"Is Huang Hun here? Come and open the door!"
Thirty seconds later.
"I remember that the loan I borrowed from Death Eye was for twenty days, wasn't it?" Kaxiu asked the visitor in a very gentle tone.
“Yes… yes.”
The curly-haired man stammered in his answer.
"Then why did you come to me two or three days in advance to collect the debt? This is against the rules. Don't disrupt the market order, understand?"
Kaxiu seems to be easy to talk to.
“Understand…Understood.”
"Very good. It's a good thing to admit your mistakes and correct them. However, as compensation, I would like to ask you to do something for me. Do you agree?"
Kaxiu looked over with extremely sincere eyes.
The curly-haired man rolled his eyes at the sincere look.
"Promise?"
"Since you don't reply, I'll take it as your consent."
Kaxiu moved his arm with satisfaction, and then put the curly-haired man down in mid-air. The big hand that had been tightly clamped on his neck, like an iron clamp, loosened, and the man fell to the ground with a plop.
There is a very obvious black palm print on the neck.
He pressed his neck and gasped violently.
Kaxiu looked expressionlessly at Domon who was watching the show with great interest: "How do you think I can convince you with reason?"
Domon ate nuts and sneered disdainfully.
"Haha, I can convince people with reason like this too."
"Then... let's compete?" Kaxiu raised his eyebrows. He was very interested in the Three-Eyed Mad Lion's Mind Eye Secret Technique.
This time, when cooperating with the northern secret martial arts world, Kaxiu made some requests. Of course, he didn't ask for too much. Compared with others, his strength was not weak, but it was better to be low-key when facing these secret martial arts schools with fighters. Therefore, Kaxiu only proposed to learn skills such as the secret art of the mind and eyes, breathing to recover blood, and hard qigong, instead of directly aiming at the inherited secret martial arts.
Such requirements must be within a reasonable range.
Kaxiu believed that as long as he could prove the powerful effect of the secret soul power, the Northern Secret Martial Arts World would not be so stingy as to not teach even these external skills, after all, there were greater benefits at hand. Even if they wanted to cross the river and destroy the bridge, it would have to be after they conquered the Black Rain Villa. By that time, Kaxiu would have already run away.
On the sofa, Domon stopped cracking nuts.
He has been running around a lot for a while and hasn't fought with anyone for a long time. Now he is eager to try.
"Okay." Domon stood up suddenly.
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In the end, the two failed to successfully perform the gesture.
The representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts World wanted to learn about the situation at Black Rain Villa in the morning. Kaxiu could only act as a guide and introduce the way, while Domon was left in the small building as a gatekeeper.
The known areas of the villa are not that complicated. They are just four blocks: east, west, south and north. There are the residences of various schools, as well as some shops opened with the support of some schools. There are actually maps for this information, and each area is marked.
In addition to the known areas, Black Rain Villa has more unknown areas. The unknown areas have no rules, but they occupy at least three-quarters of the villa. Kaxiu has been there before, and there are all kinds of unspeakable weirdness in the unknown areas.
Moreover, the space inside seemed to have problems, it was absurd and weird, like a whimsical and irregular dream.
Kaxiu entered one of these spaces.
After his own personal experience and Huang Hun's hazy memory, Kaxiu was sure that Black Rain Villa was still in the recovery period, and its overall strength was far less terrifying than its peak period. In addition to the Night Stranger, other strange things in the villa would gradually become stronger as the villa's power recovered.
The weirdness at that stage was that you would die if you were touched.
And now... I can only say that for a master of secret martial arts who has just completed his first blood circulation, it is not very impressive.
Of course, Kaxiu would not be so foolish as to think that Black Rain Villa only had this superficial strength. This behemoth that existed in different eras definitely had a mysterious and rich background.
Just like the vampires who seemed to have no threat on the surface, who would have thought that the truly powerful high-level vampires were all sleeping in the blood pool of the ruins? Unless it was a life-or-death moment or their sleep was disturbed, these high-level vampires would never come out.
Even the life and death of the vampires didn't matter. They just needed to be undisturbed from sleeping. After all, as long as these immortal high-level vampires existed, even if the entire vampire race in the world perished, they could still revive.
The Black Rain Villa, which dares to hunt all dark creatures, definitely has such things, and they are even more powerful and weird.
but!
Black Rain Villa will never reveal all its cards.
Even, it would only use one or two of its resources. If it saw that things were impossible to do, the villa might choose to retain its strength and be directly closed and disappear, waiting to make a comeback in the next era.
Huanghun has already tested this for Kaxiu.
Time flies and a morning has passed.
The people in the Northern Secret Martial Arts World also had a general understanding of Black Rain Villa and the Night Evil Visitors, and they all returned to the small building.
"Half-beast style: injecting beast blood, able to transform..."
"Mercury flow: inject mercury into the brain to gain telekinesis..."
"Dark Flow: Grafting dark organs, stealing abilities..."
"Trap flow, drug flow, poison flow, crossbow flow..."
These middle-aged and elderly people who have practiced secret martial arts for their whole lives have broadened their horizons today. They have never thought that there are so many extraordinary ways to flourish. However, it seems that they all have a little weakness and a little flaw. Moreover, they cannot become stronger as they practice and comprehend like secret martial arts. These schools all rely on extraordinary external objects, which can be regarded as borrowing power.
You can replace external objects to upgrade, but you can't upgrade it.
The elders of these northern secret martial arts schools had a sharp eye and saw the drawbacks. The many schools of the Night Stranger were good for broadening horizons and inspiring inspiration. As for trying to practice contact, forget it. It was simply missing the point.
Instead of taking the main road to the mountain, you choose to take a side road that leads to a dead end
After a simple lunch, everyone left the small building and headed towards the baptismal church. During the journey, they arrived at a roundabout with a statue standing on it, and Mian immediately realized that something was wrong around them.
He raised his hand to signal everyone, then stopped.
Mian shook his head and pointed to the top of a bell tower not far away.
Kaxiu looked in the direction of the finger and was shocked to see two gray-white gargoyles of normal human size carved on it.
At this moment, these gargoyles were facing this side, their ugly and scary stone faces were stiff and terrifying, and their strong bodies leaning forward were lifelike, as if they would flap their wings and swoop down in the next second.
Mian pointed his fingers in different directions around him.
Kaxiu looked one by one and found that there were such gargoyle statues on the edges of a large circle of pointed and domed buildings all around.
Whether standing in battle, roaring, or crawling...
The only similarity was that those ugly heads were all looking straight over here, as if they were looking at everyone.
Kaxiu frowned and looked at the statue beside him, which only had two feet left. He remembered that when he first came to Black Rain Villa, he thought the statue was the owner of the villa.
Maybe these gargoyles were originally looking this way...
He brought it up immediately, and everyone tried to move forward.
After walking just two steps, Mian raised his hand again to signal everyone to stop. Because the heads of the gargoyles on the roof began to move. They were not looking at the statues, but at Kaxiu and his group. What was it about them that attracted these gargoyles
“Could it be those weird things?”
"Even Master Uncle is so cautious, I guess there's trouble..."
Domon narrowed his eyes with a heavy heart.
"Next." Suddenly a voice came from the side.
A few black things were thrown over. Duo Meng caught them subconsciously, and when he opened his palm, he saw that they were "rat droppings".
"I guess your aura has been leaked. Let's take some medicine first and see the effect." Kaxiu closed the bottle cap and put the bottle back into his pocket.
"It's possible." Mi'an's eyes moved slightly, and he swallowed the secret drug that had been sealed for who knows how long. Domon also took a bite, and it still tasted the same, like dried sour plums.
Everyone continued to move forward. This time, the gargoyle did not turn around to follow. It was indeed because of the aura. Everyone relaxed a little and continued to move forward, but stopped again.
The gargoyles hidden in the surrounding buildings looked over again.
Kaxiu glanced at Mian next to him and said, "The Baptism Church is probably one of the core areas of Black Rain Villa. The attention here is not comparable to other areas. The closer to the Baptism Church, the more difficult it is for outsiders to conceal their aura..."
"It seems that you probably can't enter the church. I can only let the experimental subjects go in with me to see the effect indirectly..."
Mian and the others thought and discussed for a while, and immediately asked Winged Snake Hardy to go back to the small building and bring over the experimental subjects.
Ten minutes later, five or six Indian reporters were brought over.
Two of them had somewhat reluctant expressions. They were loan sharks who wanted to collect debts but were caught by Kaxiu instead.
Apart from that, the other four people volunteered. Kaxiu didn't borrow that large amount of Dark Essence for nothing. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and Dark Essence can also influence the journalists. There are so many Hell-night Monsters who are afraid that they can't make it through the regular missions, and Kaxiu can easily recruit a bunch of them.
Not only can you get Dark Essence by cooperating with the experiment, but the experiment itself also uses Dark Essence to strengthen yourself, which doubles the fun.
Just take that tiny bit of risk.
But this risk is much smaller than completing regular tasks that are simply impossible to complete, at least on the surface.
So, these experimenters were quite cooperative.
The remaining two experimental subjects were somewhat reluctant, but it didn't matter, Kaxiu had already convinced them with reason before. I think these two people don't dare to do evil for the time being, so they can be used first.
Next, Kaxiu led them to the baptismal church one by one in order. Afterwards, the reporter entered the secret room, and he waited outside the door. When the promotion in the secret room was completed, Kaxiu quickly took the reporter to the roundabout.
"Very good, very good!"
"Just like we thought!"
"The power of the secret soul... this power is born for secret martial arts..."
Mian looked at the man in front of him with excitement. He saw an old man with strong muscles, black hair and bright eyes.
Who would have thought that this old man who looked no more than fifty years old was thin, with white hair and wrinkles on his face before he went in? The old man's real age was seventy-two years old, and he was a poisoner. He used the power of the secret soul to improve the basic secret martial arts specially provided by Mian, and after coming out, he seemed to be twenty years younger!
In the Northern Secret Martial Arts School team, several old men looked at each other, as if they saw the heat in each other's eyes.
The power of the secret soul is effective. Very effective!
"Good! It couldn't be better..." Winged Serpent Hardy stroked his goatee and laughed heartily. He was the oldest one in the crowd, ninety-three years old. Although he had some health tips, he knew very well that he could only last another ten years at most. Decline and death were inevitable. But now... But now!
After taking a look at the excited crowd, Kaxiu prepared to use the power of the secret soul to improve his physical realm. He was at a similar realm to the representatives of the northern secret martial arts, and after the change, he was more convincing.
"Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Group 74.8% (three levels in total)" →
"Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Group 76.4% (three levels in total)"
"Elephant Soul Secret Technique: Insect Bites 66.8% (three levels in total)"
The progress of Wind Elephant Fist is about 10% higher than that of Elephant Soul Secret Technique, which means that my physical strength can be improved by another 10%.
Kaxiu took a step forward and walked directly into the baptismal church.
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