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. WWW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.COM
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 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 that he could hit the target by throwing the dagger. Zhang Yang is not surprised by his calculation ability. He has strong self-confidence. He can calculate several possibilities 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 throw 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 is actually no trace of the martial arts memory in the mind, it is completely an intuitive practice. Those repeated movements are to allow him to meet the required standards of certain movements. At least, Zhang Yang now understands that without the thousands of repeated practices in the past, he would squat down and roll to catch the dagger in the corridor, as smoothly as clouds and clouds. Action just can't do it.
It seems that the martial arts in my memory are completely a kind of training on physical sensitivity, and there are no specific moves at all. Those memories of martial arts knowledge also seem to have a strong desire to learn. Zhang Yang has clearly felt that when he saw ancient books and the "Sunflower Collection", the desire was very, very strong...
"Sunflower Collection" Zhang Yang will definitely not know how to practice. That thing can make people invincible in the world. Similarly, you can also have no children or grandchildren. The risk is too great. Although it was explained later that it can be successful without having to commit suicide, Zhang Yang still dare not take the risk. After all, there are no records of success in those novels and historical records. But the eunuch made some of them, so it’s okay if he doesn’t learn from them!
Zhang Yang couldn't understand the book "The Long Road to Immortality" at all. Not only was he unable to read it, but the countless memories in his head didn't respond at all. Although Zhang Yang believes that this is a very powerful martial arts secret book, there is no way to do it if he can't understand it. It is equivalent to waste. Now, there is actually only one way. Keep reading more. Find valuable things in those vast ancient books.
Thinking of those obscure words, Zhang Yang felt an inexplicable heat in his body. The heat circulates throughout the body, and the limbs are extremely comfortable. This feeling is very strange, as if there is something, but you can't grasp it, as if the body is transforming itself...
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, the motorcycle was in low gear High, Zhang Yang felt the fierce friction of the motive.
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 a 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. Like an explosion, 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 controlled. After all, three people died on the other side...
"Liu Biao, get up!"
"Ah..." Liu Biao woke up from his sleep and sat up suddenly. Everyone around him looked at Zhang Yang blankly.
"Let's go!" Zhang Yang said while packing his things.
Liu Biao did not ask again. 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,... Now that there are no pursuers, he is a little afraid to jump. What's more, his legs have not fully recovered.
"Go through the gate!"
Zhang Yang put the bloody clothes on his hands and hid the sharp dagger in his wrist. He strode open the door and walked out... If he ran away blindly, there would be an endless pursuit...
"Brother Liao, this is Huang Mao. Please send someone quickly. We have found a target at the Xinglong Hotel in the market... Hmm... Ah..."
Huang Mao, who was on the phone, suddenly stopped because he saw two young men coming down the stairs, one of them was lame in one leg. The one in front was holding a piece of clothing. On the clothing, you could see stains of blood, which was very dazzling...
"Call me." Zhang Yang looked at the yellow-haired young man coldly.
"..." Huang Mao felt a huge pressure. It was as if there was a huge mountain in front of him, making him unable to resist.
"Give me!"
Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a heart-stopping coldness. 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 let out any air. because. They saw the sharp dagger in Zhang Yang's hand, but the only thing they didn't see was Huang Mao standing in front of Zhang Yang Zhengming.
finally. Due to 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 chill that made people palpitate, 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 Pida 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...save me...ahem...save 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 forcefully. 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 continued to tremble. 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 yellow hair still lying 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.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu There are corpses here, dead people..." The landlady looked sadly at the corpse on the ground that had gradually stopped moving.
"Don't worry, someone will take care of it. You don't have to worry about it."
Soon, Liu Biao pushed the motorcycle to the door and started the engine. Everything was normal.
"Ah... Wuwu..."
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the air, and there was another scream. The boss covered his bloody mouth with a suppressed expression. He screamed in pain, but he couldn't scream loudly because Zhang Yang's knife cut him up and down. 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 batch market, and Liu Biao has no sense of direction in the spider-web-like traffic in the provincial capital.
"Go back." Zhang Yang said.
"Ah... where are you going back to?" Liu Biao was stunned and suddenly stopped his motorcycle.
"Go back to the hotel!" "Why?" Liu Biao asked in surprise.
"Kill Brother Liao!" (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)