At night.
Outside the balcony, under the sultry night, a wooden boat was vaguely floating on the lake. A solitary lamp hung on the bow of the boat, creating a hazy light in the mist and rain.
Li Muchan sat on the ground, looking at the rain in trance, and then looked at Dao Twelve's body.
Within a day, the corpse began to emit a disgusting stench.
The knives on the side had already been prepared, and the corpse's clothes had also been taken off. A shockingly large pit was sunk into the pale chest, and the bone stubble was exposed, glowing with a shocking purple color.
internal injury.
It seems that he was injured by a heavy palm with strong internal force.
Li Muchan blocked his nostrils with a piece of cloth and his eyes were shaking. Although he had been here for a long time, he still knew very little about the so-called martial arts.
Once upon a time, he also visited some sects in the world, thinking that he was a destined protagonist, a person with deep luck, and would have some adventures; or that he would meet an expert, click again, accidentally enter some ancient cave, and by chance Wonderful work, but the result is...all bullshit.
The plots in those novels are just conjecture.
He is over 10 years old and his bones are already mature. Even if he practices martial arts, he may not be able to succeed. If there is no accident, he will most likely be like this in his life, and he will be a little rich at best.
But Li Muchan didn't pay much attention to money at all. All he earned his tens of thousands of dollars in wealth was searching for panaceas in the world, thinking about reshaping his muscles and bones, and practicing martial arts.
Without martial arts, the more money you have, the faster you will die.
I have cherished my life until now, but I didn’t want to get involved between the two most terrifying forces in the world.
Qinglonghui.
Demonic Cult.
The former is the oldest, most mysterious, and most terrifying existence in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, while the latter is a terrifying force that dominates the world, is invincible in the West, and even scares all the countries in the Western Region.
In this world, Xiao Li Feidao and Li Xunhuan have long since disappeared.
In the past, when it was at its peak, the "Money Gang" that swept through the martial arts world became a thing of the past.
The flying swordsman hides in the mountains and forests.
Jing Wuming disappeared.
But that doesn't mean this arena is no longer exciting.
On the contrary, various forces in the world are surging, and masters from all walks of life are emerging one after another. You sing and I go on stage, but there is no place for him, Li Muchan, to settle down.
Li Muchan clenched his fists tightly, laced his fingers into his palms, and his eyes darkened, like two drops of thick ink that couldn't be dispersed, hidden in the shadow of the lamp.
He tried almost every way to get ahead and tried every means, but unfortunately nothing worked.
But God has played a huge joke on him now.
What's more important is that Li Muchan has already seen this person, this Dao Twelve.
Half a month ago, just like the rain in front of him, he met this person in a bamboo pavilion outside Luoyang City.
At that time, he was disheartened. He wanted to find a place where no one was around to get it over with, or choose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to end his dream of being in the world. Who expected that he would meet someone who looked exactly like him.
When they saw each other, the two sides were stunned for only a moment, then went from stunned to surprised, and finally looked at each other and smiled.
The two of them didn't talk to each other, they just looked at the rain and sighed, each with their own thoughts.
But before Dao Twelve left, he said that he would come to the "Bodhisattva Temple" ten miles west of the city at night half a month later, and that he would give him something as a gift.
Li Muchan was still doubtful at first, but perhaps out of curiosity, he kept an eye on the date, but he never expected that coming as promised would lead to such a result.
Could it be that what the other party wanted to give him was his own identity?
His eyes changed for a long time. Li Muchan stood up and walked to the corpse and looked at it carefully.
He was no stranger to dead people, and he had even seen even worse deaths than this.
There were a total of fifty-seven external injuries all over his body, including nine new injuries, a bloody mouth on the abdomen, and eight bloody holes on the back, suspected to be caused by hidden weapons; forty-eight old injuries were caused by sharp weapons, with different lengths and depths; There is a piece of flower embroidery tattooed on the back, and there are copper rings made by craftsmen from the Western Regions in the earrings. The contours of the cheeks are sharp, and there is a long and narrow knife edge hidden in the corner of the right eyebrow. The body is well-proportioned, the arms are extremely long, and there are calluses on both hands...
As his eyes wandered closer to the wind lantern, Li Muchan began to pay attention to the details on the corpse.
But when his eyes swept across the embroidery, his eyes suddenly changed.
When the light came on, his eyes slanted, and the originally seemingly flat skin actually had a very subtle outline, with neat edges, as if something was hidden.
He groped the piece of flower embroidery carefully again, only to find that there was actually a long and narrow wound in it. It was extremely small, and the stitching was very clever, and it was covered by the flower embroidery, making it difficult to detect easily.
Sure enough.
Li Muchan secretly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes were complicated, it seemed that the other party had already planned it.
But what kind of reason can make a person risk his own life?
He did not rush to take out the things hidden under the skin, but carefully inspected the body again. When nothing was missing, he took the knife on the side and opened the chest and abdomen of the body while hesitating.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of organs hit his face instantly.
Li Muchan's face turned green. He steadied his trembling hands, pursed his lips tightly, and after opening the incision little by little, he collapsed on the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Looking closely, he saw that many of Dao Twelve's internal organs were damaged, with the heart and lungs being the most seriously injured. There was actually a clear palm mark on it, oozing with blood.
"What a terrifying inner energy."
This was the first time for him to face the shock brought by the martial arts masters.
But no matter how tightly Li Muchan stuffed her nose, she could still feel her stomach squirming crazily, and her stomach was churning.
But when his eyes swept across, his eyes suddenly froze, looking straight at the kidneys exposed in the air.
With trembling hands, Li Muchan carefully cut out the kidney.
There was an ugly tumor on Gein.
I see.
Li Muchan looked at him in silence, and the doubts in his heart were suddenly resolved. It turned out that he was suffering from a fatal disease, and his condition must have reached an unstoppable state. Even if he did not die in the temple, he might not survive for a few days.
This man clearly wanted to die.
Thinking of this, Li Muchan finally went to get what Dao Twelve had hidden in his flesh.
The tip of the knife passed lightly, and he immediately saw a bloody opening under the skin, and the contents inside were carefully taken out by Li Muchan.
It was actually a piece of white silk with a strange texture, stained through by blood, with gold threads on it to outline small regular scripts.
Taking advantage of the light, Li Muchan only glanced at it, his pupils shrank sharply, his eyebrows raised, and his right hand tightened and tightened like an electric shock, as if he was afraid that the thing would fly away.
His mind stabilized, he paid attention to the movement around him, then took a deep breath and spread out the blood-red white silk bit by bit.
"In the old temple in the west of the city, under the seat of the Bodhisattva, there is a volume of 'Luofu Secret Records', which contains the 'Clavicle of the Ecstasy of Heavenly Buddha' written by the extraordinary man Jianyan Langjun hundreds of years ago. If you want to get this book, you should go to The Buddha bowed before me three times and kowtowed nine times, and became my acquaintance for eight times. I feel it under the spring, so I should offer it to him."
"Clavicle Ecstasy Tianfo Scroll?"
Li Muchan's eyes slowly opened wide, and his originally pale face had an abnormal flush.
He turned to look at Dao Twelve's dull, lifeless eyes.
I'm afraid this person has another important entrustment. As for what the entrustment is, I think it is to see the light of day together with the "Luofu Secret Record".
How dare you believe it even after just a one-time relationship?
Li Muchan's eyes danced like fire, and his breath gradually slowed down. Then he raised his head and closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and he clenched the white silk in his hand tightly.
His biggest gain over the years was that he knew how to protect himself. When his family property was taken away, he did not resist. When he was humiliated, he did not argue. When framed, he only wanted to escape and avoid trouble, and never thought of revenge.
But now...
Li Muchan opened her lips and teeth fiercely, and let out a long sigh of relief; it was a torturous breath that had been stuck in her heart for many years, unable to stretch her will, unable to develop her ambition, tied up in her hands and feet, and unable to achieve happiness.
He opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes seemed to be rising. He looked at the corpse in front of him and murmured: "Okay, the situation is at this point, there is no way to retreat... Anyway, from now on, you and I will be friends. No matter what your request is, as long as I, Li Muchan, don’t die, I will definitely get what you want from heaven to earth.”
After a pause, Li Muchan took another deep breath, his eyes were filled with brilliance. While closing Dao Twelve's eyes, he said softly: "If I am lucky enough to reach the top one day, I will definitely repay you." Today’s revenge!!”
boom!
There was a thunder outside the window, wind and rain broke in, and all the lights went out.
