"Breaking into Guandong? You people from Sichuan and Chongqing are also coming here to break into Guandong!"
The coachman said, he flicked his whip and drove the small carriage at full speed. Along the way, there were vast and vast wilderness on both sides.
"You just have to make a living!" The short-haired young man said with a smile: "I heard that the railway is being built in Liaodong, and Taijun will take care of it!"
"well!"
At this time, a man in thin clothes on the carriage sighed and said: "There's nothing wrong with working with them. Just make a living. We're not traitors to our country, and we don't do anything unconscionable. Just make a living." Eat, let’s make a living!”
Most of the people on this carriage were refugees who had traveled to Guandong. Although it was hard to leave their homeland, surviving on food was the most realistic way of life.
At this time, it was not easy to live outside the customs. In order to get a bite of food, they had to come to the territory occupied by the Japanese pirates. I heard that a large number of laborers were recruited to build the railways. Although they did not get much salary, at least they would not die of hunger. Because they could not afford to take the train, they could only take the train. The carriage is gone.
At this time, a woman as tall as a strong man on the carriage looked at the short-haired young man and said with a smile:
"I think you are quite handsome, especially those eyes, which are so rare. Isn't it a waste to build the railway? You can obviously make a living based on your reputation. I heard that the Yamato Hotel in Bincheng recruits that person. !”
The short-haired young man said: "What's the point of hugging women all day long?"
The tall woman smiled and said: "That's great. It looks like you haven't hugged me before. It tastes delicious. There is a villager in front of you. Can I warm your bed?"
The short-haired young man laughed and scolded: "Forget it, you look like this. If I let you get close to me, I will definitely lose a layer of skin. I don't dare."
The tall woman smiled and said: "It seems that you have never tasted what it's like to be a woman, right? We are slippery on our bodies and don't touch anyone."
The short-haired young man laughed and said, "Through your flowered coat, I can see what's wrapped inside, a bird from my hometown!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the carriage burst out laughing.
But this kind of laughter did not last long, and finally ended with a burst of rapid and violent gunfire.
Dozens of tongues of fire pierced through, the running horses neighed sadly, the carriage overturned, the body fell heavily to the ground, and the blood splattered turned the grass red.
At the edge of the horizon, the tire belts rolled across the grass, and the green convoy rushed out of the horizon, followed leisurely by an off-road vehicle.
This was the convoy of Japanese pirates escorting Yuan Guangxin from the Shishikou military port to Bincheng. They encountered this carriage. Out of a certain superiority mentality, they did not give the carriage a chance to avoid it, but directly chose to crush it.
In the convoy, Minamoto Mitsunobu looked at this scene calmly. It was just a few Chinese people who died. It was insignificant. As a Shinto priest, he, like the great priest Watanabe who used his head to catch the flying thunder sword, had also participated. A plan to use fetuses to create monsters.
"Go and clean up the debris on the road, don't delay the priest's schedule!"
A small group of Japanese pirates got out of the car and wanted to push the overturned carriage aside. They would rather do it themselves than give the carriage a chance to move away on its own.
However, before they could get closer, among the pile of corpses in the overturned carriage, the short-haired young man stood up, raised the black muzzle of the gun, sprayed out dazzling tongues of fire, and a dense rain of gunfire rang out.
The heads of this small group of Japanese pirates were smashed to pieces in an instant, and the blood exploded, and a bit of pale white liquid splashed onto the face of the short-haired young man.
The short-haired young man had an expressionless face as he wiped the disgusting things off his face and threw the empty box cannon on the ground.
On the ground, under his feet, blood rushed to spread. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the tall woman who was talking and laughing with him just now. He stretched out his hand and closed her eyes.
Then, he looked at the Japanese pirate convoy opposite, picked up two guns, and walked over expressionlessly.
Even though he was a little weak in the hail of bullets just now, in fact, he was a strange person, a strange person between nature and nurture.
This allows him to have the unpredictable and unique abilities of an innate alien, but he can also practice like an acquired alien and has high growth potential.
Therefore, he is very strong, very strong. Thanks to his natural ability, not to mention the younger generation, even many of the older generation are just lambs to be slaughtered in front of him.
However, the art is specialized, and he is not good at horizontal training, nor has he learned any body-protecting skills. Therefore, under the hail of bullets, he can only protect himself, but cannot save others.
However, he is not good at saving people, but he is still good at killing people.
After a few breaths, the military vehicle rolled over like the carriage. Sticky blood drops dripped from the military vehicle bit by bit, and scattered stumps and broken arms lay in a pool of blood.
Dozens of well-trained Japanese pirate soldiers were killed by him in just a few breaths, without even having time to scream.
The short-haired young man looked into the car. When he was slaughtering the Japanese pirate soldiers, the other party printed a white talisman with bloody runes outlined on it.
As the runes flickered, a strange shikigami with three times the size of an ordinary person, two wings, a long nose, and a vermilion mask on his face suddenly emerged from it.
Crow Tengu, a kind of monster in Hyakuki Yakō, is one of the shikigami often summoned by Shinto priests. It is very powerful.
"Boom!"
The Crow Tengu spread its wings, its face and the edges of its wings glowed with glowing light, swirling the clouds of flames, turning into a vast sea of fire.
On the smooth official road, flames lifted the sky, and the flames surged like the ocean tide, carrying a strong shock wave and surging out towards the short-haired young man.
The short-haired young man did not dodge, and faced the terrifying flames. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a dazzling blue light erupted from his eyes.
In an instant, the fire that came like a sea wave dimmed, returned to its original form, and turned into a ball of blue-white energy that dissipated.
Not only the flames, but also the swooping Crow Tengu, after twisting its body for a while, completely collapsed and turned into a white talisman and fell to the ground.
"What...what...is going on? What's going on?! What happened just now?"
Genmitsu Nobu was shocked. This Crow Tengu was a method he was proud of. Few people could deal with it. How could it be defeated in an instant?
He quickly fired several more talisman edicts one after another to summon more shikigami, but like the previous Crow Tengu, these shikigami often turned into a ball of primitive energy and dissipated as soon as they appeared, and some could not even be summoned.
"You restricted my abilities. You turned all my means into primitive Qi. How is this possible? With this terrifying ability, you...who are you?"
Before Minamoto Mitshin finished speaking, the short-haired young man pinched his neck and pinned him to the ground.
"Who am I? I don't know who I am. I have no beginning in the past, no end in the future, no roots and no end!"
The short-haired young man said slowly, soft blue light flowing on his hands, and his muscular forearms were as motionless as iron pliers.
"It's not just the means, my Qi, my Qi is useless!"
Genmitsu Shin's face was filled with disbelief. Now, not only was the power of the Shikigami useless, but even his own talisman methods were ineffective.
Apart from functioning normally, the Qi in his body could no longer construct any means. He was weaker than ever and became like an ordinary person.
"The inertia brought about by strong power makes you lose empathy, start to ignore ordinary people, and treat everything in a cold way. In the final analysis, you have never experienced a severe beating and lack the necessary awe for everything!"
The short-haired young man thrust the cannon box in his hand into Minamoto Mitsunobu's mouth and stabbed him in the throat:
"You have quite a lot of status. Come and tell me carefully. What are you doing in such a hurry? You are rushing to reincarnate!"
the other side.
Next to Bincheng Port, in Dashuai Zhang's secret stronghold.
Zhang Zhiwei was meditating and practicing. One night of the Hundred Ghost Night Walk, while clearing out the Japanese pirate garrison, Zhang Zhiwei also gained a lot of power of faith.
After being calcined and purified by the Samadhi True Fire, these powers of faith turned into gold, which he absorbed into his Dantian and integrated into his own Qi, giving his original blue Qi a touch of golden color.
At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also keenly felt that some other changes had taken place in his body, but these changes were extremely small and had not had any impact on him, so even he could not distinguish whether the impact was good or bad.
Zhang Zhiwei attaches great importance to matters related to his own life. This kind of thing that is not known to be good or bad cannot be ignored.
So he called out his busy "National Master" and once again assigned it a glorious and arduous task, asking him to investigate the effect of the power of faith on life.
Of course, he is also checking himself on this kind of thing, checking himself three times a day.
And when Zhang Zhiwei was examining himself three times a day.
Lu Jin, Lu Ci, and Wang Ai were chatting.
"Fat man, we are going to Changbai Mountain next. Guan Shihua should be there, and we are about to meet the person you have longed for. Are you happy?" Lu Ci said teasingly.
"A little uneasy!" Wang Ai thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on. I used to think about Shihuaer in my mind. When I was eating, I thought, this food is so delicious, if I eat it with Shihuaer How wonderful it would be, I would think when I see something beautiful, it would be great if I could also see the stone flowers..."
"But recently, I have been following Senior Brother Zhang to do big things. Somehow, Shi Hua'er appears less and less in my mind. It's not that I don't like her anymore, but it's just that he is no longer all in my mind. It seems... …like……"
Wang Ai thought for a while, but couldn't find a suitable adjective.
At this time, Zhang Zhiwei, who had finished checking his body, opened his eyes and said for him: "It seems that the focus has shifted to himself?"
"Yes, yes, that's how it feels!" Wang Ai nodded quickly: "Sure enough, Senior Brother Zhang knows better!"
Zhang Zhiwei said slowly: "This is a good sign. Give yourself back, focus your time and energy on yourself, keep your true heart amidst the world's eyes, and move forward in the eyes of the world. Only then can you make greater progress!"
(End of chapter)
