Chapter 433 Mr. Ming
Under the night sky, the black earth was covered with blood, and broken limbs were everywhere, creating a tragic atmosphere.
The Bloody Hand Butcher stood in the center of a pile of corpses, cleaning up the battlefield with Jiangyin's extraordinary people.
At this moment, he was looking at the corpse on the ground with his eyes narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Although the Bloody Hand Butcher is called the Bloody Hand Butcher, he has not killed too many people. The reason why he is called the Bloody Hand Butcher is because he knows that if he wants to survive in the dark world, he must make others fear him.
So he gave himself this name.
In the past, Blood Hand Butcher always thought that he disguised himself well, but now he feels that his disguise may not be good enough. At least he will be really afraid when he sees Lord Buddha.
This fear was not pretended, but a fear that came from the bottom of his heart, as if the Buddha would kill him in the next moment.
At this moment, Bloody Hand Butcher realized that no matter how realistic his performance was, he was still not someone who could make people fear him from the bottom of their hearts.
Even if Mr. Buddha is not performing, the madness that comes from his bones is enough to make people afraid.
"Maybe this is fate!"
Bloody Hand Slayer withdrew his gaze from the corpse on the ground and sighed:
"A general's success will last forever!"
Countless stories seem to be written on the blood-stained land.
………
At this time, Master Buddha has arrived at the heart of the Ming Chamber of Commerce. In fact, it cannot be said to be the heart of the Ming Chamber of Commerce, because the power of the Ming Chamber of Commerce itself has always been separated from their power in the dark world.
After all, they are the Ming Chamber of Commerce, and they are watched by the behemoth that is the Ming Dynasty. It is impossible for them to be as unrestrained as Lord Buddha.
Therefore, in order to prevent the Ming Dynasty from finding out about them through the dark forces, there is a separation between the two.
In the dark night, huge warehouses stand on the ground, like monsters standing in the darkness.
The Buddha looked at the warehouse and waved his hand. Soon someone came and opened the huge warehouse.
The white light lit up in it, illuminating everything.
The things in the warehouse were arranged in an orderly manner. There was a huge red coffin, a bronze mirror with bronze rust, and some scrolls.
Everything has a hint of antiquity, as if symbolizing how many years these things have traveled through.
The Buddha glanced at these artifacts and couldn't help but be amazed. As expected, compared with the Ming Dynasty Chamber of Commerce, the dark forces of Jiangyin's extraordinary people were too scattered. The result of the dispersion was that the business volume was simply not comparable to that of the Ming Dynasty Chamber of Commerce.
There is a big difference between a hundred people doing their own business and a hundred people doing one business together.
Master Buddha walked into the warehouse alone and looked around at all the spoils.
But he didn't move until he reached the center of the warehouse, then he paused.
In the center of the warehouse is a huge single shelf, on top of which is something covered with red silk cloth. It is placed alone in the center of the entire warehouse, and even people who come here for the first time can realize its extraordinaryness.
The Buddha naturally realized it. He frowned and reached out to lift up the red silk cloth.
A huge bronze mirror was revealed, and its entire exterior decoration was something the Buddha had never seen before.
Master Buddha is not a man without insight. On the contrary, he is very knowledgeable about antiques, especially those related to extraordinary people.
He has his own understanding of antiques from every era.
However, this antique made Mr. Buddha unable to remember which era it came from. The style did not belong to any era that he could remember.
However, the Buddha also knew that the things that could be placed here in such a unique way were definitely extraordinary.
He walked around the huge bronze mirror, only to find that behind the mirror were countless unrecognizable inscriptions. These inscriptions were different from all the inscriptions that the Buddha had seen so far.
The Buddha stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ancient bronze mirror, pouring the Qi into it, but there was no reaction at all, as if all the Qi had been swallowed up by it.
This is definitely not normal!
If this item is a supernatural item, then generally speaking there will be a reaction when the Qi is poured into it, but if not, pouring the Qi into it will generally directly break its texture.
But nothing happened on this ancient bronze mirror.
The Buddha understood a little bit why the people from the Ming Chamber of Commerce put this thing here. They probably weren't sure what this thing was used for.
The Buddha stretched out his hand and knocked on the bronze mirror, but the bronze mirror did not make any sound, as if all the sound was absorbed by it.
This thing is definitely not simple!
This thought came to Buddha almost subconsciously. He was already in the fourth step. If there was something that he could not recognize and use, then it could only be left by a being more powerful than him.
Thinking of this, the Buddha suddenly attacked the bronze mirror, but just like before, all the force was absorbed by the ancient bronze mirror, without even a trace of reaction force.
"interesting!"
The next moment, the Buddha stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ancient bronze mirror. The power of the curse in his body poured into the ancient bronze mirror.
The strange ancient bronze mirror suddenly vibrated at this moment.
The next moment, the Buddha's mind seemed to be sucked into another world.
It took the Buddha a long time to come back to his senses until he had completely entered it, and he began to look around at the environment he was in.
This is a huge bronze palace.
And now the place where the Buddha was standing was a huge stone altar. The Buddha looked back and saw a big gate behind him, as if he had just entered from this gate.
There is no doubt that this bronze mirror is really a treasure. The Buddha knows that this kind of treasure that can create a paradise in itself can basically only be achieved by immortals.
The Buddha knew that if he walked out of the door behind him, he would probably regain consciousness, but he was not in a hurry.
Because he wanted to see what this thing was and whether there were any good things in this bronze hall.
Thinking of this, the Buddha walked towards the bronze hall.
This is a long road paved with countless stone slabs, and there seem to be countless stars under the stone slabs.
But the Buddha didn't want to go down to take a look, he just walked towards the bronze hall.
It was not until he reached the entrance of the hall that he discovered that in front of the palace supported by ancient bronze pillars, there were many bronze sculptures. Most of them were shirtless, revealing their muscular body and giving off a fierce aura.
The familiar power of the curse instantly reminded the Buddha of something.
"Is this the Great Witch?"
The Buddha made this judgment almost subconsciously because he himself was a practitioner of witchcraft.
He knew that most great witches dressed like this.
Simple, brutal and mysterious, these are the words that can truly describe the Great Witch.
Is this related to the Great Witch?
At this moment, the Buddha realized that this place might not be simple.
What is the Great Witch? He is an existence second only to the Human Emperor and the Celestial Lord in the wilderness.
He walked up to the bronze statues of the great witches and looked at them carefully.
The moment the Buddha looked at the bronze statue of the Great Wizard, the bronze statue of the Great Wizard seemed to come alive and glanced at the Buddha.
Just with this one glance, the Buddha fell directly to the ground, his whole body as if it had been soaked in the river.
It took nearly a quarter of an hour before the Buddha began to breathe heavily, like a drowning man finally able to breathe air.
Then another quarter of an hour passed before he stood up, but this time he did not dare to open his eyes to look at the bronze statue of the great witch.
It was not until he turned around that the Buddha opened his eyes, but his eyes were full of excitement.
He originally thought that this was just a sculpture of the Great Witch left by later generations, and it might have been built by later generations in the image of the Great Witch. But at the first glance, he discovered that this thing might really be related to the Great Witch.
In that distant time, perhaps these great witches really came here.
Because only when making a statue in this way can you inject the charm into it.
The Buddha raised his head and looked at the countless bronze statues in the distance. If these were all great witches, then what on earth were they doing here?
What secret is here?
When the Buddha thought of this, he calmed himself down and continued to walk towards the bronze palace in the distance. This time, he did not look at the bronze statues of the great witches around him.
These statues merely preserve the things that happened here in the past with their charm. As long as you don't look directly at them, you won't be able to trigger the trace of charm left by the great witch.
However, the Buddha did not dare to walk too fast. He passed through one burly bronze statue after another, and couldn't help wondering why so many great wizards gathered together.
You know, although the Buddha didn't count carefully, he could feel that there were at least hundreds of them here.
A place where hundreds of great wizards gather must be hiding horrible secrets.
This made the Buddha even more excited.
With so many great witches coming here, there might really be some shocking secrets.
But when the Buddha looked towards the bronze palace the next moment, he was stunned.
His whole body seemed to be frozen.
In front of the bronze palace, a shadow stood there, and all the great wizards were facing that figure, seemingly staring at something.
And this phantom Buddha is very familiar with it.
………
In the huge warehouse, Master Buddha suddenly took a step back and opened his eyes, with indescribable shock in his eyes.
It was as if something shocking had happened and I couldn't calm down at all.
At this time, the extraordinary person who had been guarding the Buddha said cautiously:
"Master Buddha, are you okay?"
The Buddha took a deep breath and seemed to calm down after a long while. After calming down, he glanced at the people around him and said:
"How long have I been here?"
The extraordinary person looked at Master Buddha and said carefully:
"It's been an hour. Lord Ren Tu has almost finished cleaning up. He sent someone to ask if everything here has been done."
One hour?
Have you been in it for so long?
The Buddha frowned, was silent for a while, pointed at the things in the warehouse, and said slowly:
"I understand. You go and take all these things away, and let Maitreya Buddha distribute some of them to the living people."
Having said this, the Buddha paused, looked at the ancient bronze mirror with a complicated look in his eyes and said:
"As for this one, don't touch it. I will take it away myself."
"yes!"
The look in the Buddha's eyes was still complicated. If he had seen it correctly, the one being worshipped by hundreds of great witches was that person.
He originally thought that person might be an immortal, but now it seems that even if he is an immortal, it might be an underestimation.
After the extraordinary person left, the Buddha slowly said to himself:
"I never thought that I would meet a noble person of this level one day."
………
The news of the attack on the Ming Chamber of Commerce spread the next day.
This is not news that can be kept secret.
The Buddha did not hide the fact that he attacked the dark forces of the Ming Chamber of Commerce at all. The corpses were hung outside the City of Extraordinary People. This was a naked warning and also a way to put pressure on the entire dark world of Extraordinary People.
This made many people in the dark world of extraordinary beings feel fearful.
In the villa in Jiangyin, Master Buddha was sitting on a mahogany chair, seemingly thinking about something, while the old servant was wiping the table beside him.
Since accepting the task from Mr. Ming that day, Master Fo has never thought about it this way.
The old servant seemed to have noticed this as well, and asked softly, "Master Buddha seems to be worried about something."
"Is it about the dark world of the Ming Dynasty's extraordinary people?"
The old servant could sense that the Buddha seemed to be worried about something.
The Buddha shook his head and looked at the ancient bronze mirror covered by red silk in the hall and said:
"no!"
"I was thinking of the allusion 'A blessing in disguise'."
At this point, the Buddha paused and said, "Do you think my meeting Mr. Ming was a disaster or a blessing?"
"The old servant can't explain it clearly."
The old servant shook his head and said, "It depends on what the Buddha thinks."
The Buddha did not reply, but he had already decided something.
It’s not shameful to flatter others in this world.
At least that's what Buddha thinks.
………
At the same time, the news that Lord Buddha had defeated the Ming Chamber of Commerce had spread.
Under normal circumstances, this news might have made the extraordinary people excited for a long time, but at this moment all the extraordinary people's attention was on the complete opening of the Heaven-Earth Channel.
However, for the world of extraordinary people, everything else is trivial, and the opening of the connection between heaven and earth is the real big thing.
Everyone knew that at this time the road leading to the wilderness above the Sun Star had been completely opened.
No one knows what is about to descend from the endless sky.
But everyone is waiting, as if waiting for the arrival of a new era.
Even on the streets of Binhai, there would be a few ordinary people chatting, hoping that more extraordinary people would be born in this new era.
Wen Zhengming sat in a cafe on Binhai Street, drinking coffee and looking into the distance.
He can hear the voices of the people, including panic, anxiety, excitement, and expectation...
The emotions seemed endless.
Wen Zhengming took a sip of the bitter coffee, looked at the midday sun hanging in the sky, and said softly:
"It's almost time to start!"
(End of this chapter)
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