"It's me." A figure emerged from the dense fog. The handsome young general, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wore a murderous look on his face. He held a spear in his hand, and the murderous intent in his eyes was chilling even through the thick fog.
"He Wenxiu, it's not too late for you to leave now."
The thick fog is Xue Mingqi's battlefield, and no one can escape from his territory.
When you get closer, you can see that his hands are dripping with blood, and even the tip of the gun is stained with blood.
"What did you do?" Xie Zhiyi wasn't afraid, but rather felt the strong smell of blood on him. He felt the pressure from the battlefield for no apparent reason, and he subconsciously took a step back. Xu Jing protected Xie Zhiyi behind him and whispered, "Don't let him influence you."
"How do you know about him, or have you always known it?"
Xu Jing nodded, looking forward. "Wen Rong has been with Xue Mingqi the entire time. Their purpose in coming to see you is not simple. He..."
"You really do know everything." Xue Mingqi sneered, aiming his gun at He Wenxiu. "I thought you were just a charlatan who was living a life of idleness and waiting to die, but I didn't expect you to be so capable."
"Stop talking nonsense and get started."
"Wait." Xue Mingqi restrained his murderous intent and said coldly, "He Wenxiu, you should know that I have no grudge against you. As long as you teach Xie Zhiyi out, I can forgive you."
"Stop talking big, come and grab it if you can."
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
Xue Mingqi's years of commanding prowess on the battlefield were entirely due to his exceptional marksmanship. Killing with a gun was as simple as eating or drinking. The sharp, murderous aura was palpable the moment he struck. The gun in his hand transformed into a long, piercing dragon that stabbed Xu Jing in the heart. Xu Jing dodged and said to Xie Zhiyi behind him, "Stay away, don't get hurt."
Xu Jing and Xie Zhiyi always kept three steps apart, so that he could sense Xie Zhiyi's situation at any time.
Distraction is not a good thing, at least in Xue Mingqi's opinion, his chances of winning are very good.
With his spear in hand, he easily dealt with the scoundrel He Wenxiu. No matter how fast he dodged, it wasn't as fast as the spear, and in a flash, Xue Mingqi found his weakness. With a knowing smile, he shattered the thick fog and thrust towards He Wenxiu's abdomen. A single blow would easily end He Wenxiu's life.
Just as the spear threatened to pierce He Wenxiu's belly, He Wenxiu grabbed the gun and gently pulled it. Xue Mingqi's face changed drastically. The overwhelming weight of Mount Tai instantly weighed on him, and he instinctively withdrew the gun. In the blink of an eye, he had lost his inherent advantage. He watched as He Wenxiu stepped on the gun like a monkey and kicked him to the ground.
Xue Mingqi spat out a mouthful of blood, and the gun fell from his hand, becoming Xu Jing's trophy. He stared at him fiercely, like a demon crawling out of hell, and asked, "Are you a human or a demon?"
Few, even in modern times, could withstand the Xue family's fierce attacks, let alone those of ancient times. Xue Mingqi could easily send a wicked Taoist like He Wenxiu flying into the air, but he never imagined that his momentary carelessness would allow He Wenxiu to exploit his weakness. Watching him easily resolve the situation, Xue Mingqi was terrified.
He had to admit that He Wenxiu was much more powerful than he had imagined. If he tried his best to kill him, he would be reduced to ashes without even the thought of escaping.
"Xie Zhiyi, I'm protecting you, can't you find someone else to attack?
"It's too late." Xue Mingqi gritted his teeth and said, "He's the only one who best suits my current situation. Do you think the Nine Yin Body is as easy to find as cabbage?"
"That's not the reason for you to take over his body."
What is possession?
Xie Zhiyi, who had just watched a martial arts show for free, was stunned. Was he the only one who could possess someone else's body?
It turns out that everyone around him is not simple. Whether it is Wen Rong or He Wenxiu, they both have hidden secrets and are here for him.
No wonder He Wenxiu is so nice to me, it turns out it’s because he is useful to me.
The negotiations were still going on, but Xie Zhiyi found every word harsh and unpleasant.
Xue Mingqi lay panting on the ground, finally regaining some of his strength. As the fog slowly dissipated, he could barely hold on. "He Wenxiu, do you think you can save him? We both know Xie Zhiyi only has a few days to live. Rather than letting him become food for the Xie family..."
"What's worse than that? You got away with it?" Xu Jing sneered, pointing the gun at Xue Mingqi's throat. "I said, I want his life."
Xue Mingqi closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."
Having fallen into the hands of the Taoist priest, he had no intention of escaping. He considered it a blessing to be able to live again, and if he could start over, he would live a better life.
As the thick fog dissipated, Butler Jin and others appeared in front of the three people again.
The bodyguards had been utterly ripped to pieces by Xue Mingqi, leaving none alive. The lingering smell of blood on the ground made the already bizarre scene even more terrifying after being bathed in blood. Even Butler Jin, accustomed to scenes of murder, couldn't help but change his expression. He instinctively turned on his phone to call the police, but a closer look revealed that the signal had been blocked.
Wen Rong screamed and rushed towards Xue Mingqi. "Mingqi, how are you? Are you okay?"
Xue Mingqi was speechless. How could he look like nothing happened even though he looked so miserable?
"I only ask you to let Wen Rong go. She is innocent."
"It's you." Wen Rong glared at He Wenxiu fiercely. If looks could kill, He Wenxiu would have been killed a thousand times by her. "Let Mingqi go, or I'll make you pay."
Xu Jing was somewhat speechless, but he still did not let go of the gun in his hand. This gun had been with Xue Mingqi for many years and had been tempered with a soldier's spirit. If he threw it to Xue Mingqi, there would be unexpected consequences.
He pulled out a piece of yellow paper and chanted an incantation. As the paper slowly ignited in his hand, Xue Mingqi's gaze became unbearable. He subconsciously tried to break free, but was suddenly stabbed in the chest by his own weapon. He groaned and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Stinky Taoist priest, what do you want?"
"Save him." Xu Jing said coldly, "He shouldn't be allowed to stay in this world."
"No." Wen Rong burst into tears instantly, holding the gun with both hands, blocking Xue Mingqi. "If you want to kill him, kill me first. I will never let you hurt him."
"What happened?" Butler Jin looked at Wen Rong kneeling on the ground, crying and feeling a little puzzled.
Xu Jing was speechless and threw a bottle of cow's tears to Xie Zhiyi. "Just wipe it on the eyes and you'll see."
Xie Zhiyi had already seen Xue Mingqi in the thick fog, so he wasn't surprised. Butler Jin, on the other hand, found it a bit strange. He had never thought that ghosts and gods really existed in this world. He took the ox tears handed to him by Xie Zhiyi and wiped his eyes. He saw a black man lying half-dead on the ground. Butler Jin was shocked and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
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