"Okay, stop talking nonsense. My friend's surname is Li and he is from Pu'er. Let him go immediately and send him safely to Daluo Town opposite. Also, the money he won in the casino must be returned to him."
Huang Ming kept doing nothing. Lao Li must have been trapped because he won money. Since it was winning money, of course he had to take it, otherwise it would be a waste.
"Yes, we will release him immediately and return the money to him!"
Rong Jinan immediately agreed.
"So refreshing? Okay, then hurry up and do it, but I advise you not to play tricks, otherwise I guarantee that you will not see the sun tomorrow."
Huang Ming threatened, there was nothing he could do, he had to be tough to deal with such a person.
"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it, but it is already late at night and the port is closed. We will not be able to send Master's friend back until early tomorrow morning at the earliest. How about Master resting in our hotel for a night?"
"Here? Forget it, do you have any available rooms near the small building where my friend is imprisoned? I don't believe you. I'd rather go there and see for myself."
Huang Ming was indeed a little worried.
Although these people were shocked, the night was long and there were many dreams. If these people changed their mind midway, or if something happened to the group of guards, it would be troublesome.
"Near that small building? Well, yes, we have a villa nearby. It's only a few hundred meters away from Guanren's small building. You are the master, and this distance should be within your magic range."
"Huh? You know a lot, but you actually know that we have a magic range? Stop talking nonsense and take me there now!"
"Yes yes yes please please".
Long Jinan quickly bent down and made a gesture of invitation to Huang Ming.
Half an hour later, this cage guy personally drove Huang Ming to the villa he mentioned.
This villa is a private residence used by their casino to entertain distinguished guests, and is usually unoccupied.
There is a small courtyard downstairs in the villa. The courtyard is full of flowers and plants, and there is a small pool. It is only six or seven hundred meters away from the small building where Lao Li is imprisoned. It is indeed within the range of Huang Ming's spiritual vision.
After sending the prisoner away, Huang Ming used his spiritual mind to scan the small building where Lao Li was imprisoned.
Lao Li and the people who owed the debt were still there, and there was no movement from the guards, so Huang Ming entered the house and meditated in the living room.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and Huang Ming, who was meditating, suddenly felt two strange spiritual thoughts sweeping over him.
These two spiritual auras are a bit turbid compared to ordinary cultivators.
"Witch cultivator? I didn't expect that there are witch cultivators in this small city of Mongla?".
Huang Ming was slightly surprised.
Scanning in the opposite direction, I found that the two witch cultivators were moving towards the villa where I was. Judging from the speed of movement, they should be sitting in a car.
"Your sister must be that cage guy?"
Huang Ming reacted immediately.
Since that Cong Jinan knows about witch cultivators and immortal cultivators, it means that he must have seen or know where there are witch cultivators.
It seems that this guy must be unwilling to give up. After sending himself here, he ran to notify the local witch cultivators and brought two witch cultivators to seek revenge on him.
Huang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a long night and many dreams.
Fortunately, although the specific cultivation levels of the two sorcerers could not be distinguished, judging from the intensity of the mana fluctuations on their bodies, they were at most similar to, or even inferior to, myself.
Even if they are two people, but they have physical training skills, if they really disagree and fight on the spot, it is not certain who will lose and who will win. Since they are all here, let's go out and have a look.
So Huang Ming opened the door to the living room very calmly, leaned against the door and waited quietly.
Sure enough, not long after, a small car parked outside the iron gate of the villa, and two middle-aged shamans with green cloth turbans on their heads and floral garnets got out of the car.
One of them was tall and had a handlebar mustache, while the other was thin, pale-faced, and looked like he was having too much sex.
The locked iron gate of the garden opened automatically with a "squeak", and the two witch cultivators walked through the iron gate and entered the garden.
"Two Taoist friends came to visit me late at night. What do you want me to do?"
Huang Ming cupped his hands and asked knowingly.
"I heard that a Chinese cultivator came to Shan State. Let's come and take a look."
The tall witch cultivator with a mustache answered in Mandarin with a Yunling accent.
"That's it. That's disrespectful. I came to Xiaomengla this time just to do some personal business. If everything goes well, I will leave tomorrow. I didn't go to visit all the local comrades. I hope you can forgive me."
Huang Ming said politely.
He knew that these two witch cultivators must have come after him, but it would be better if they could avoid violating the river. Of course, if they had to do something right on the spot, that would be fine.
"Fellow Taoist, we and the Chinese cultivators have always been on the same page. You can come to Shan State to do business, but you have to do it according to our Shan State rules, otherwise you are just looking for trouble."
The other thin wizard cultivator spoke.
"Am I here to cause trouble?".
When Huang Ming heard this, he immediately felt that it was useless to say more.
"I think it's you who are looking for trouble. In that case, let us speak with our strength."
"Speaking with strength? Humph, fellow Taoist, you are speaking loudly. I think our cultivation levels should be about the same, but there are two of us. How can you fight one against two?"
The witch cultivator with a mustache was a little disdainful.
Huang Ming didn't answer Wu Xiu's words. Since he decided to fight one against two, he had to strike first. He slapped the storage bracelet fiercely and took out the small sword and talisman that was about to expire.
The talisman turned into a small golden sword and attacked the thinner shaman cultivator with a "whoosh". At the same time, Huang Ming pinched the spell with one hand and a big fireball flew toward the wizard with a mustache. build.
"court death".
The thin shaman cultivator saw Huang Ming's talisman shooting towards him, and stretched out his hand to draw an imaginary circle on his chest. The imaginary circle immediately turned into a bamboo shield emitting a faint green light.
"Poof", the small sword and talisman hit the bamboo shield, making a strange penetrating sound.
The talisman failed to penetrate the bamboo shield, but it emitted a faint green light and was inserted right into the bamboo shield.
"This? What kind of idiot can do this? Are you talking about a magical weapon?"
The thin shaman cultivator was surprised.
He never expected that Huang Ming's paper talisman would be so powerful. Not only did it break through the bamboo shield's mana shield with one blow, but its power continued to penetrate even though it was not reduced.
The thin shaman cultivator immediately panicked and quickly used all his magic power to support himself. For a moment, he was unable to fight back.
"Well, you Chinese monk, you will take action after we finish talking. Then I will let you have a taste of my invincible corpse refining."
The other wizard with a mustache took out a small black disc from his storage bag and threw it into the air.
The small disk rose into the air, a black light flashed, and seven or eight plumes of black smoke fell to the ground.
After the thick smoke fell to the ground, it turned into corpses holding swords and exuding stench.
These refining corpses are a bit like the virus-infected zombies in foreign movies.
His eyes were red, his whole body was blue, and he was walking with a limp. Although he was holding a sword and had a ferocious face, he moved very slowly.
