Then, in the next second, a ghost-headed knife appeared in Wang Po's hand. A cold light flashed, and an arm holding a baton was thrown into the air. Blood flowed from Brother Hao's severed head like spring water. Blood spurted out from his arms, spilling into the sky, staining the ground red.
"Ah~ah~ah!"
Brother Hao held his broken arm, and a sharp pain shot straight to the top of his head. The heart-rending shouts caused countless wards in the hospital that had turned off the lights to light up again. Many people didn't know what was going on. , were all complaining, but as soon as they opened the curtains, they saw the bloody and terrifying scene downstairs and the old woman wearing a shroud and holding a ghost-headed knife.
Mo Lin was naturally among them. When he saw Mrs. Wang coming to the door, he told Wu Feifei to stay in the ward and not go out. He also ordered the two police officers at the door of the ward to protect her, and then rushed out.
Wu Feifei looked worriedly at Mo Lin's back as he rushed out, then ran to the window and took a look. As soon as Wu Feifei poked her head out, she saw the bloody scene downstairs and subconsciously covered her mouth. At the same time, she also looked at Seeing that Wang Po was staring at him with a cruel look, and the blood-stained ghost head knife in her hand was still dripping blood, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in her heart.
Soon, Mo Lin ran to the door of the hospital. Wang Po seemed to have been waiting for Mo Lin to appear. After seeing him, she looked at him with a sneer, and then quickly ran out of the hospital. This move made Mo Lin even more nervous. Surprised.
"Don't get me wrong, young man, this is not a place for fighting. If you have the ability, come with me!"
Although Wang Po is a white-haired old man, she moves very quickly and can run more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
Mo Lin already knew Wang Po's strength. She couldn't deal with him alone, so Mo Lin didn't hesitate and chased after her.
The two sides chased each other for who knows how far. Finally, Wang Po stopped in front of an empty space and glanced at Mo Lin, who was chasing after her, with a cold smile on her face.
"It seems that you have chosen your own burial place, you vicious corpse woman!" Mo Lin pulled out the Seven Star Sword, looked at Wang Po and said coldly.
"Jie Jie Jie, young man, are you so sure that you can kill my mother-in-law today?" Wang Po's cold face showed a look of confidence: "You don't know that you have fallen into my mother-in-law's trick, right?"
"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, right?" Mo Lin said coldly: "Do you really think I can't see through your clumsy plan? I'm not afraid to tell you that when I left the hospital, someone hid Wu Feifei. Hidden in a place where your accomplices will never be found, and there are dozens of policemen in the hospital. They must have reported the situation here to the police station. Police reinforcements will arrive soon, so Wu Feifei will definitely be fine. !”
After listening to Mo Lin's words, Granny Wang sneered and shook her head, and said: "Young man, your calculation is completely wrong. Granny, I don't necessarily have to use the nine-yin destiny girl to achieve my goal. You Ziwei destiny You can do the same with Ge, don’t you think so, Maureen!”
As soon as Wang Po said these words, Mo Lin felt something was wrong. How did Wang Po know her name and her destiny of Ziwei? It seems like no one told her this!
This doubt did not confuse Mo Lin for long. It was like answering Mo Lin's doubt. Suddenly, Mo Lin felt a sharp wind coming from behind. He hurriedly dodged to the side, and the Ghost Cold Sword grazed his chest and stabbed him. ahead.
"Molin, you still recognize me!"
At this time, Shen Zhuo stood beside Wang Po holding the Ghost Han Sword.
"Shen Zhuo! Why are you here?" Mo Lin was a little shocked. He really couldn't understand how Shen Zhuo got together with Mrs. Wang.
Shen Zhuo ignored Mo Lin's question and said in a deep voice: "Give me the scroll!"
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, and Shen Zhuo is exactly like this at this time. Thinking of the last time Mo Lin took away half of the scroll, he wanted to rush forward and kill Mo Lin with a sword. For this scroll, he couldn't eat it. It takes less suffering to get it.
"You said you asked me to burn that half of the scroll." Mo Lin looked at Shen Zhuo and said seriously.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Really, why did I lie to you?" Molin said: "That thing is of no use to me. It's still half a piece. I can't sell it even if I want to, but I don't want you to get it, so I just burned it."
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...Bad looking for death! "
Shen Zhuo roared angrily, and a powerful wind hit Mo Lin with his palm. The Seven-Star Sword in Mo Lin's hand was instantly swung out, and the sharp sword energy split the wind in an instant.
Mo Lin glanced at Shen Zhuo, then at Po Wang, and then said coldly: "It seems that you told Po Wang about my situation. What, you guys want to join forces to kill me today, and then each of you can get what you need?"
"Mo Lin, I will kill you today!" Shen Zhuo said angrily.
"Tch, who can't brag? You tried to kill me more than once, and you succeeded that time."
Shen Zhuo glanced around and said loudly: "Now that you are here, how long do you plan to hide in the dark? Do you think you have to wait for the cooked duck to fly again?"
There are others around!
As soon as this thought flashed through Molin's mind, he found dozens of boomerangs flying towards him at extremely fast speeds. They were in front of him in the blink of an eye. Molin had no time to react, and his arms and chest were hit by these dozen boomerangs. The boomerang made several cuts, and blood flowed out.
The next second, the boomerang that originally flew past turned in a semi-circle in mid-air and flew towards Mo Lin again. This time, Mo Lin saw it clearly. These boomerangs were made of paper, but they were stronger than knives. A bit sharper.
Mo Lin condensed his spiritual energy into the Seven-Star Sword in his hand, and swung it against the dozen boomerangs that were spinning rapidly. The Seven-Star Sword became even more powerful because of the infusion of Mo Lin's spiritual energy. He chopped down the boomerang, then targeted the second and third flying ones, and followed the same pattern, knocking down all those boomerangs.
Just when Molin took the last boomerang and stabilized his body, he suddenly felt a sharp energy approaching him from behind, and the speed was extremely fast. Molin didn't care about anything else, he just lay down on the spot and moved forward. He rolled around twice and then quickly got up.
At this time, he saw an old man wearing a black tunic suit and holding a paper sword standing just where he was standing. The old man squinted at the embarrassed Mo Lin in front of him, and then looked at Shen Zhuo Said: "Shen Zhuo, the Mo Lin you are talking about is this child."
"That's right, the half of the "Di Ze Shen Nong Tu" is on this person named Mo Lin!" Shen Zhuo said angrily at Mo Lin.
The old man glanced at Mo Lin with disdain and said in a cold voice: "Boy, I don't want to kill you. Hand over the half of "Di Ze Shen Nong Tu" and I will spare your life."
Dize Shennong Picture!
Only now did Mo Lin know the name of the half of the scroll in his hand, but what he didn't know yet was that there was a huge secret behind the Dize Shennong Picture. Once this secret was revealed, the entire Yin and Yang world would be shaken.
"Who are you, and what is the purpose of wanting that half of the scroll?" Mo Lin asked in the same words.
"Old Shi, let's not talk nonsense with him first." Shen Zhuo stepped forward and said, "Knock this guy down first and then ask about the whereabouts of the half of the scroll."
"Old Shi?" Mo Lin glanced at the old man in front of him, then at the shredded paper scattered on the ground, and said, "Could it be that you are Shi Wanchang, a famous papermaker in this area?"
"It's the old man!" Shi Wanchang continued without concealing his name: "Since you, the younger generation, know my name, why don't you hand over the Shen Nong Map of Di Ze quickly so that we can't snatch it away?"
This old man turned out to be Shi Wanchang, a paper maker. This made Mo Lin wary. The so-called paper maker, in layman's terms, is a paper maker. It is a craft that integrates paper making, painting, straw weaving, and bamboo making. Living, at best, is a traditional Chinese folk art, but at worst, it's like a craftsman eating the food of the dead, so there's nothing artistic about it.
In the long history of China, the paper maker is one of the four weirdest crafts besides orthodox Taoism. No matter what, the paper maker can make it for you with paper. The most common thing is the funeral. It is said that if the paper maker is skilled enough, he can even give life to the paper doll.
Now, the Shi Wanchang that Mo Lin faced was the most famous paper maker in this area. He was also an elder with a status in the Yin and Yang world, and his paper-making skills were unparalleled. If he were to fight alone, Mo Lin would With the cultivation of the Snake Spirit Pearl during this period, he could barely fight against him, but now he faced not only the papermaker Shi Wanchang, but also Shen Zhuo and Wang Po. Shen Zhuo's strength was no worse than his own. Plus Wang Po...
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He no longer had any intention of starting a fight. Together with these three people, he was definitely no match for him. Now he had to find a way to escape. His brain kept thinking about countermeasures: "I can't beat them, but it's still possible to escape from them..." ....”
Seemingly seeing through Mo Lin's thoughts, Shi Wanchang sneered: "Boy, facing the three of us, you won't be able to leave until you hand over half of the Dize Shennong Map today!"
Shi Wanchang waved with one hand, and then a large number of palm-sized paper figures flew out from his palm. The paper figures were scattered nearby with the breeze. Then Shi Wanchang began to perform complicated hand formulas with both hands, and spoke with a A very shocking voice said: "Origami into soldiers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of golden flame suddenly burst out from the paper figures scattered around. After the fire, the paper figures suddenly turned into soldiers wearing silver armor. There were nearly a hundred people, completely blocking all possible escapes nearby. road.
"Jie, Jie, Jie! Mr. Shi has good tricks, let's see how you escape now!" Wang Po looked at Mo Lin fiercely.
Mo Lin's face was extremely ugly. The ability of a paper maker who could perform origami into soldiers had already reached a superb level. Shi Wanchang alone could give Mo Lin a headache.
