late at night.
A crescent moon hangs above the sky.
The hazy moonlight fell, covering the earth with a layer of silver sand.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
In countless places in the city of God, oil lamps and torches were lit, illuminating the mansion like daylight.
Zhuquefang, Zheng Mansion.
This is a house with three entrances in the shape of an eye.
The Sanheyuan and the concierge are in a closed shape, and the third entrance is the three houses.
In a prime location where Zhuquefang is home to powerful people and every inch of land is at a premium, being able to have a house with three entrances is enough to show the financial strength and status of the Zheng family.
The chief catcher was sitting on the Taishi chair, covering his forehead with one hand, and was sighing. After a day of negotiations, he used coercion, inducement...all kinds of methods were used.
But the money collected was only six thousand taels.
The speed of this kind of collection cannot be said to be slow, because there are still many people collecting.
The best targets have all lost their money, and the rest are easily impossible to obtain. And the most disturbing thing is that the six thousand taels of money collected by the Zheng family have been targeted.
Today was the first night, so the risk was not high. After all, Ye Wumian was just one person, so he was wary of the Zheng family and did not take action immediately.
But after two days, it won't necessarily be the case.
There is a fire burning in the heart of the chief catcher. His wife died early, and he only has this one son.
He has always been regarded as a treasure, and his son is also relatively smart and very competitive. He has become a gold medal agent in his twenties, and can become a Xuanyu agent in his thirties.
When you are in your forties or fifties, you can hope to become the best catcher among the six gates.
In the northwest corner of the front hall, Zheng Shiming was restless. Although it was already late at night, Zheng Shiming was still sleepless and was waiting for news.
The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard.
A man of medium height and strong build had already strode in from the outside. After arriving in the front hall, he directly said, "The money is no longer useful," without waiting for the chief catcher to ask.
"Ye Wu Mian has a vicious heart. The first one specifically looks for the target who has lost the money. The second target finds the person who lacks the money. Like a cat catching a mouse, he teases and teases his enemies."
Holding a handful of money, Zheng Shiming was restless. His palms lost strength and the handful of money fell apart like a goddess scattering flowers.
Ye Wumian was not going to let anyone go.
"What a cruel heart."
"This is to kill them all."
Zheng Shiming gritted his teeth, veins appeared on his face, his face was twisted like a fierce ghost, and the hatred leaking from his eyes was like the cold wind of nine days, enough to freeze all enemies.
"Yes, I just want to kill them all."
The words of reply came from the mouth of a strong man.
The short but powerful palms were already pressed on the back of the chief catcher. He watched as the chief catcher spewed blood from his mouth, stained his front with blood, and rolled off the chair to the ground.
The strong man sat on the Taishi chair, stepped on the chief catcher's head with one foot, making the chief catcher's head touch the bluestone ground, and looked at Zheng Shiming calmly.
Looking at Zheng Shiming's disbelieving look, he suddenly realized that the strong man had already taken out his handkerchief and began to gently wipe his face. In the blink of an eye, the waxy white faceless face appeared.
Holding the small bronze mirror in one hand and a paintbrush in the other hand, he was already painting slowly.
A pair of eyes, nose bridge, mouth, and facial features began to appear gradually, and they were already eighty-nine similar to Zheng Shiming. They were like the facial features in an ink painting. They came alive the next moment, with nostrils quivering, mouth opening, and eyes rolling.
Eight points have turned into ten points, and the facial features are as if they were carved from the same mold.
Zheng Shiming reappeared, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He immediately jumped up from the Taishi chair and quickly reached out to help the chief catcher on the ground with blood flowing from his mouth.
"Father."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Who is so cruel?"
"If the kid finds out, he will definitely not let him go and will crush him to ashes."
Rolling air waves rushed over, and the sudden burst of energy was like a strong wind, sweeping everything crazily.
An angry roar came out: "Ye Wumian will die."
After the billowing air waves, there was the python made of black gas.
The python is huge. It makes a swooping gesture and opens its huge mouth, trying to choose someone to devour.
Supporting the chief catcher, he stretched out his other hand forward and sneered at the attacking Gang Sha. Ye Wumian said sarcastically:
"You have a small skill, but you dare to try to do the same thing."
"I can tell at a glance that you are not pure."
On the arm, a sinister aura emerged, like a winding black dragon. The black aura was like ink. As soon as Pu appeared, it began to infect all directions.
Within Jiuyou, there is a mountain called the Mountain of Youdu, from which the black water comes out.
Hence the name: Black Water Gangsha.
The surging black water turned into a lifelike black dragon.
The sound of dragon roar sounded, and the black dragon rushed ferociously.
It's lifelike, with both spirit and form, and as you walk around, there seems to be a huge intimidation.
The black dragon opened its bloody mouth, revealing sharp teeth like swords, spears, and halberds.
A deafening sound sounded.
The lifelike black python began to shatter every inch, like porcelain being shattered.
In the end, he was forcibly swallowed into the belly of the black dragon. Everything was eaten alive and turned into the power of the black dragon.
The roaring black Gang Qi swept across all directions, and the tables and chairs blocking his progress were instantly shattered into pieces. The wood chips were mixed with the Gang Qi, and they kept roaring and impacting Zheng Shiming.
The rich black water Qi emerged and boiled continuously, turning into a three-foot wall of Qi.
It stands horizontally between heaven and earth, cutting off the front hall into two different areas, east and west.
The Gangsha flows in the three-foot Qi wall, flowing like a living thing.
The black dragon roared in, and the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed. The oil lamps and candles were all extinguished in an instant, and the overwhelming power had already submerged the three-foot wall of air.
Boom.
There was a loud noise.
There is no other sound between heaven and earth.
Click.
The next moment, a subtle cracking sound appeared on the air wall.
Finally, like a broken glass mirror, the cracks spread like spider webs and are still extending rapidly.
The huge head of the black dragon was wiped out inch by inch, and dissipated along with the wall of air. Half of the dragon's body had disappeared, but the last remaining dragon's body bombarded Zheng Shiming's body.
Zheng Shiming seemed to have been hit head-on by a heavy truck at a speed of more than 100 miles.
The person was like a kite with its string cut off. It had soared into the sky and hit the horizontal beams. Cracks appeared on the thick beams. Zheng Shiming had fallen heavily to the ground, and the force of the collision bounced up repeatedly.
Blood was spitting out of his mouth, and the light in his eyes had disappeared.
He placed the chief catcher on the Taishi chair, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood, and said softly: "He is a good father. It's a pity that he has no free time recently and can't fulfill his filial piety by his side."
"But wait until I'm done."
"Will be back."
"If you don't like your son then."
"I can be a daughter too!"
