Chapter 142: Starting a War

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A dog suddenly turned into a human. This is really a magical thing, enough to surprise 99% of the people in the world.

But when Zhao Qing caught a glimpse of the hand and knife sticking out of the dog's belly, there was no trace of surprise on her face.

The body temperature of dogs is higher than that of humans, but she discovered early on that the body surface temperature of this black dog was even lower than that of ordinary people - the dog skin the other person was wearing was equivalent to a special coat, and the temperature was naturally lower than the body temperature.

With only a few feet of distance, Zhao Qing was able to sense the surrounding temperature - this was also the flaw in most disguise techniques.

In addition to sensing that the other person was a person in advance, she also recognized the person's identity.

Although there are many people in the world who would rather be dogs, the only one who can do it so thoroughly is the Dog Man.

If a person has to live in the world like a dog, there must be a lot of helplessness and grievance hidden in it.

He was originally a poor member of the acrobatic class, but later he almost had many twists and turns and became a well-known first-class killer.

With this unique skill of pretending to be a dog, Gou Langjun's sword has been soaked in the blood of dozens of masters. Even Tsing Yi Lou, who once dominated the assassin world, could not find anyone with higher performance and efficiency than him.

Rumor has it that he died fifteen years ago at the sword of Zhao Gang, the righteous hero "One Knife Conquers Nine Provinces". In fact, he concealed his name, turned into a ghost, and fled into the villa.

However, after joining the villa, he discovered that as a master of disguise, one day after Lao Daobaozi launched his plan and completed the disguise for his accomplices, he would become a waste and a hidden danger, and would be silenced by others.

Under this situation, he had to hide himself and be willing to be like a dog, doing trivial things for others.

For example, helping people deliver messages, patrolling around the villa, etc.

Patrolling around the villa naturally also includes the task of eliminating strangers.

So after discovering Zhao Qing, he couldn't help but start his own business.

The flying knife was fired from a position half a foot above the ground. Even if someone reacted, it would be difficult to guard against this hidden weapon that specializes in attacking the bottom lane.

In fact, Zhao Qing did not guard at all.

The green shadow flashed past, and she floated behind Gou Langjun, quickly kicking out with her left foot.

Goulangjun's body suddenly flew up, arriving first and the dog's head hit the handle of the flying knife. Blood spurted out from his forehead, and the stainless steel hilt was deeply embedded in his skull.

With a short scream, his fake ghost finally became a real ghost.

Although Goulangjun is an important assistant who helps Lu Xiaofeng destroy Tianlei in the original work, he is definitely not an innocent person, and is more forced by the situation.

Except for Ye Xue and Ye Ling, no one in the Ghost Villa had bloody hands. Even if there are still some good people in the beginning, as long as they stay here for a long time, they will basically join the same trend.

In Zhao Qing's view, at least 90% of those who can kill someone right after they meet can be said to have a "method of death."

Sighing softly, she used her palms to make a hole in the ground, tore off the dog skin from Gou Langjun's body, and buried him in human form.

After glancing at the dog paw prints around her, she found a path and headed towards the house not far away.



Evening time has not yet come, but there is already smoke between the houses.

Under the smoke, a burly old man stood with a large iron pot in front of him, in which dog meat was being cooked.

Cooking such a large pot of meat naturally takes longer, so start cooking it in advance so that it can be eaten at dinner time.

"Who are you? How did you come to the villa?" Seeing Zhao Qingxing coming, he put down the spoon in his hand and asked, his voice like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

There were twelve words in this passage, but when he got to the fourth word, the old man suddenly clenched his fists, and a series of firecracker sounds came out from the joints in his body, almost covering up the next sound.

Already eight feet eight inches tall, he seemed to have grown half a foot.

This is exactly the performance of hard qigong and horizontal kung fu practiced to the peak level.

On the eighth character, he finished accumulating his strength and finally took action.

The wind suddenly exploded, and a pair of fists as big as a bowl struck one after the other, from left to right, aiming at Zhao Qing's waist, as if to break her in half.

The fist was so strong that the large iron pot weighing fifty or sixty kilograms was carried away more than ten feet even though it was on the edge.

If Jiang Chongwei of Prince Pingnan's palace were here and his eyesight was not blind, he would be ashamed on the spot when he saw such an astonishing display of hard skills and the old man's natural power, and would give up his reputation as the best in hard skills in the south.

Because the old man is Long Meng, the flying lion chieftain who has been in charge of Tiannan for generations and is a noble prince. He is also the top expert "general" in Ghost Villa.

He once tore a bison in half with his bare hands, and once smashed someone's head into pieces with just one finger.

From Long Meng's point of view, even an old swordsman would not feel comfortable if he tried to receive these two punches forcefully.

His fists were not only very heavy, but also incredibly fast. In just an instant, they hit the opponent's body.

What was hit by the two fists was not Zhao Qing's waist, but her two extended thumbs.

The two thumbs were like sharp swords, piercing the surface of his fist head-on, shattering his phalanges and metacarpals.

Long Meng roared, and seemed to continue to use force, but his arms slowly dropped down. In an instant, Zhao Qing's strength penetrated deep into the connecting bones, shattering his arm bones and shoulder blades in succession, destroying the boxing skills he had honed for decades.

While defeating the opponent's punch, Zhao Qing used his free index finger to flick two fingers in the air.

So the next moment, this tall and mighty old man bent his legs as thick as a tree trunk, and fell to his knees on the ground. His head fell into the overturned iron pot, and his face was hit by sparks. The hot coals scorched everything.

Taking Long Meng's head out of the pot and placing it on the ground, Zhao Qing turned around and saw three people with different expressions.

One is white-faced, beardless, gorgeously dressed, and with a stiff smile on his face. He is his "cousin" Gusong.

A tall and thin man with a hawk-nosed hunchback and a sad face was Gao Tao, the former chief steward of the Fengwei Gang.

There was a man with only his right hand, an iron hook installed in his hand, and a look of shock on his face. He was the one-armed divine dragon "Hook" Hai Qikuo, who had shocked the seven seas in the past.

They were relatively familiar companions with the "General", and could even be called half-friends. After hearing the "General"'s voice, they rushed over and found that the master "General" had been defeated by the enemy in just a moment. Feeling timid.

Especially "cousin" Gu Song, who recognized Zhao Qing's identity at a glance and was much more frightened than the other two.

Zhao Qing glanced at them, then looked further away.

"You... why are you here?" Hai Qikuo asked, with a hint of respect in his tone.

As one of the nine elders of the villa, he knew very well that in the villa, except for the four brothers Lao Daobaozi, Guohunyouhun, and Wuhuwubao, the general might already be the number one master among the remaining people.

"I came here to kill some people." Zhao Qing replied calmly.

At this moment, she had seen the scene she wanted to see.

"General" Long Meng's voice not only alarmed Hai Qikuo and the other three, but more people had already appeared on the road in the distance.

She originally thought of temporarily sparing Long Meng's loud voice, just so that his voice could spread throughout the villa and attract enemies.

Now it seems that the people in the villa are quite vigilant towards the outside world.