"The attack hit here, but it's not a fatal injury." Someone turned over the body lying on the ground and touched its chest.
"It's not a fatal injury, but it's a fatal blow." Another person squatting opposite used his supernatural power to scan the corpse and said with certainty, "As for the fatal injury, it can be said that as long as it is a vital part , are all injured, and together they become fatal injuries... What's going on with this Ming Zhi Po? Is there such a heavy-handed Ming Zhi Po ability?"
"Heavy sleight of hand ability?" The man who was checking the chest shook his head and pointed to the part of the chest where the attack hit, "This is just a flying sound chop."
"How is that possible?" The person who was using his vision immediately returned his gaze to the chest of the corpse.
Fei Yin Zhan?
He was surprised, not because this power was so famous, but on the contrary because it was too ordinary and ordinary. As long as the members of the dragon team had reached the penetration of Ming Soul, it would be easy for them to master this power, but there was no such thing. How many people would waste their time and energy on such a mere third-level ability.
But now, just such a low-level superpower that they looked down upon caused such horrific injuries. Even if they killed someone, they would definitely not take this superpower seriously.
Ju Fang.
Lu Ping and the others didn't even ask, but they all knew this person's name. Like them, he is a member of the Dragon Team, but he is more difficult to deal with and even more unsociable than independent people like them. But this man's ability is not fake. He committed a serious crime within the jurisdiction of the Changfeng Empire, and the three major jurisdictions dispatched experts to arrest him. He did not hide or hide, but forced his way out of the way. After escaping into the Xuanjun Empire, there were constant troubles. Later, he met the lord of Zhiling City, Long Wei, and was accepted into the Dragon Team, but he still lived alone. Because of the evil reputation, even the people of the Dragon Team did not dare to provoke this thorn easily. Who would have thought that he would die so easily on this cold street.
"Perhaps there are other means to restrict his movements?"
After another round of identification, the man shook his head slightly. He didn't find any traces. But maybe it’s a way to leave no trace? As he thought about it, he stood up, but his eyes fell on the boss of the breakfast stall, who had not dared to move since they arrived.
"Tell me what you saw, word for word." He pointed at the boss and said.
"Yes, sir!" The boss bowed hurriedly and hurriedly told everything he had seen and heard. After hearing this, the two finally showed some relief.
"I hit him as soon as I said it. It's quite a surprise."
"Ju Fang definitely didn't expect the other party to take such decisive action."
"But this distance..." After one person looked at the distance between the wooden table and Ju Fang's fall, the two looked at each other and nodded, already knowing the speed of this blow. In the end, he left without saying a word.
The boss, who wanted to close the stall early in the morning, did not move. His expression looked a little numb. He looked towards the street and saw another figure walking this way.
This is...the fifth wave, right?
The boss was counting in his mind. After Lu Ping and others left, people started to track them down one after another. The two people who just left were the fourth wave. If the current one is also chasing this matter, then they are the fifth wave.
Among the several waves of people, some were in rags, some were well-dressed, some had fierce looks, and some had indifferent expressions, but their actions after coming over were quite consistent: checking the body, asking questions, and chasing after them.
They seemed to be companions with the dead man on the ground, but no one paid attention to his body lying on the street, and they didn't even have any relevant explanations to the boss. The boss couldn't figure out whether he had already resigned from office or not.
After sending away one wave after another, the boss was no longer as panicked as before. He waited quietly for this person who seemed to be the fifth wave.
There was only one person in this wave, a fat man who looked harmless. He didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. Instead, he walked straight to the boss and said cheerfully: "Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles."
"Ah?" The boss was stunned. Could it be that this was not a fellow traveler, but a guest? But how could an ordinary guest be so indifferent when seeing a person lying on the ground?
"A bowl of noodles." The fat man repeated his request.
"Okay, okay. What kind of noodles do you want?" the boss asked.
The fat man looked at the menu card hanging on the wall seriously, and finally made up his mind: "Let's have a bowl of beef noodles, use the biggest bowl."
"Okay." The boss didn't dare to neglect. But the noodle bowls he had here didn't have any big or small differences, so he had to put more noodles, cut more meat, and fill a full bowl. Looking at the fat man again, he actually came to the table where Lu Ping and the other five people had sat before, without even having time to put away the bowls of noodles.
"Here comes the noodles!" The boss didn't dare to get into trouble, so he shouted and served the extra bowl of beef noodles.
The fat man looked very satisfied, smiling so much that his eyes almost sank into the fat and couldn't be seen anymore. I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started eating. The noodles were still sliced beef. I took whatever I picked up with the chopsticks and put it into my mouth. I didn't stop for a second. It was a full bowl of noodles. In less than a minute, it was already full. Bottom up. The boss was a little dumbfounded. This was not eating noodles, it was clearly swallowing.
The fat man who finished eating the noodles showed a satisfied smile, and then his eyes fell on the other five noodle bowls on the table.
This was the leftover noodles eaten by Lu Ping and the other five. Before the boss had time to clean up, the first wave of people from the Dragon Team had already arrived. However, the four waves of people all looked at the corpse and asked him about the process, but they never paid attention to the five bowls of leftover noodles.
Of the five bowls of noodles, two bowls had most of the soup left, two bowls had some residual soup, and one bowl had not even a drop of soup left. It was very clean and thorough. The fat man immediately became interested in this bowl.
"Did the person who ate this bowl lick the entire bowl?" he asked.
"Ah?" The boss was stunned for a moment and walked over involuntarily. He didn't even pay much attention to the five bowls of leftover noodles. When I got closer and took a closer look, I found that the bowl was really clean, as if it had been washed.
"How does he eat?" the fat man asked the boss.
"He... eats very seriously!" The boss thought hard and finally used the word serious, which he felt was very appropriate.
"Eat seriously, this is good!" The fat man praised, then looked at the other four bowls, and twitched his nose from time to time.
Finally, he glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked casually: "What did they say about that guy?"
"Them?" The boss was stunned.
"It's the same people who came before." Fatty said.
"They... they were all a little surprised. They said they just used one blow, called Fei Yin Zhan." The boss really remembered it. After all, in the previous four waves, except for the first wave where no one communicated alone, the rest of them had conversations with each other. Fei Yin Zhan, a term that was unfamiliar to him, finally remembered it after hearing it three times.
"Other than that, is there any difference?" the fat man asked again.
The boss shook his head.
"Where are their numbers?" the fat man asked again.
"There was one person in the first wave, then three people came, then two people came in the next two waves, and then it was you." The boss said.
"Okay." The fat man nodded, waved his hand, and a few pennies fell on the table.
"You can close the stall, no one will come again." After he said that, he followed the same direction as the previous waves.
