830 The Essence of the Dragon Fish
He couldn't help but think of some powerful families in the city, and his eyes dimmed slightly as he thought angrily, "Why would these families even consider me? If I were ten years younger, perhaps I would have a chance to be chosen and become a live-in son-in-law, which would certainly be better than what I am now."
The more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became. However, when he thought of his subordinates and the people in the slums, their envious, jealous, and secretly eager-to-climb-the-wall looks, a sense of pride slowly rose within him. He nodded slightly and felt extremely satisfied.
Suddenly, fog rolled in. The patrolling gang members didn't pay much attention at first; it was just fog, nothing special.
But, in the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt his foot lift, and immediately dared not move forward. There were only three feet of space around him, so he quickly shouted, "Something's wrong! Where are you?!"
But only a faint echo could be heard, and there seemed to be no other person around!
With a whoosh, they drew a three-foot knife or an iron-headed club, their hearts filled with fear, and they instantly became alert!
Evil Bone suddenly sensed something was wrong; the fog seemed strange. He rushed out and silently and warily surveyed his surroundings.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He couldn't see anything more than three feet away, so he retreated towards the house. He had only taken one step back when he felt something blocking his way from behind.
It was as if it had crashed into an invisible wall of steel, and there seemed to be sharp spikes as well. A powerful resistance tightly blocked the retreating evil bone.
In an instant, Evil Bone felt as if his head was fixed in place by a mysterious force, held firmly in place, unable to move an inch!
Suddenly I felt taller and could see farther; my head seemed to involuntarily rise more than a foot.
Looking up in terror, it seemed to be a gigantic pincer, so large it could almost blot out the sky, gleaming with a cold, red light!
Like a demonic claw reaching out from hell, resembling a shrimp's pincers, it mercilessly clamped down on the evil skull, then easily pulled it up as if lifting a tiny, insignificant insect.
His body, lying on the ground, was still tightly gripping the knife—a fine iron knife. It was the silver he had barely scraped together by killing the pillars of three families and selling their entire households!
At this moment, seeing his own severed body, blood gushing out like a burst dam, staining every inch of the surrounding land red!
The scarlet bloodstains spread out, as if a bewitching blood flower had bloomed. The red was dazzling, breathtaking, and seemed capable of devouring everything.
In my last moments of consciousness, I saw myself seemingly swallowed by a black hole, and I could almost hear chewing sounds!
The fog rose on its own, and some of the smarter ones lay motionless on the ground, or found something to cover them, remaining completely still as if dead.
Some of the gang members lost their composure and ran around in all directions. With a loud crash, they seemed to have bumped into some hard rock or copper wall. There stood a lobster, six or seven feet tall, with sharp red pincers and a terrifying mouth.
[Crackling sound] It sounds like the friction of metal!
It seemed to be telling a unique rhythm, as if you could see your own long knife and long stick being gently cut open like pieces of exquisite fabric, and feel the delicate and precise tailoring skills.
In a moment of shock, I lost control of my bladder and bowels. Fear welled up from the bottom of my heart. Before I could think, I suddenly saw the precise, artistic scissors. The moment the cold scissors touched my head, an unprecedented sense of terror instantly enveloped my entire body.
The sound of scissors opening and closing became unusually heavy and terrifying. Each "snap" was accompanied by the slight cracking of skull bones, echoing in the empty air like a call from hell.
He watched as his head gradually split open under the merciless scissors, blood gushing out like a fountain, flying three feet high.
Three feet tall, shrouded in mist, it resembled a blood mist, with scarlet liquid splattering everywhere. The red and white matter was like flames from hell, terrifying and ferocious.
The mouth was open, as if it had seen something and wanted to say something, but no sound came out!
A thick fog rose from the Grand Canal and spread rapidly. Along the way, gangs of all sizes, including the Angry Shark Gang and the Tiger Dragon Gang, who depended on the river for their livelihood, fought endlessly. Tonight, in the mist, blood flowed everywhere, staining the fog crimson.
The third leader of the Tiger Dragon Gang wields a cold iron triangular fork. He used to make a living by fishing. He accidentally killed a strange fish, and after eating it, his strength increased greatly, becoming as strong as a thousand gold pieces.
Then he joined the Fish Gang, fought ruthlessly for twenty years, and finally joined the Tiger Dragon Gang, the big guy behind the Fish Gang. He had a body of external martial arts skills, with four layers of Iron Shirt, which was difficult for ordinary spears to pierce!
He was renowned for his physical strength and physique. If it weren't for his limited talent, he wouldn't have been stuck at the sixth level for so many years. With his exceptional skills, he could even withstand the power of a Martial King. His abundant blood and qi enabled him to take the position of leader of the three gangs.
Behind him, the son of the big gang leader was catching up closely, and he had already reached the sixth rank. He had accumulated a massive amount of resources to reach the sixth rank, and he was also being praised by a group of people. Meanwhile, he himself was starting to decline.
In previous years, when order was still in place, the gang members worked hard and were always at the forefront. Although the pressure was great and they made breakthroughs quickly, they damaged a lot of the foundation and didn't even have enough money to distribute for medicine!
During this period, I used some means to collect a lot of pills, especially the Peiyuan Pill, which I took two of, but the effect was not good.
My heart is set on a sixth-grade pill, or a Rejuvenating Pill, or a Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Pill, or a Dragon Pill, or a Dragon-Tiger Pill, just one, just one.
It seems he's become obsessed, bewitched. Recently, he's secretly embezzled a lot of money. In the past, there was some order, and he didn't dare to harm innocent people at will.
But during this period, everyone gradually relaxed. Martial artists and cultivators, with such great power, naturally wanted to live as comfortably as they could.
The third gang leader had been observing for a long time, and seeing that his position was threatened and his energy was starting to decline, he naturally couldn't stand it anymore. He extorted money from several places, but it wasn't enough!
He couldn't help but think of the person who asked him to provide some beggars, homeless people, or people who were about to die out. The cost per person was one or two taels of silver, which was quite a lot. The advantage was the sheer number of people; he would take as many as he wanted.
During this period, the streets under his jurisdiction have seen a significant decrease in beggars and children, as well as spoiled brats and families whose breadwinners have passed away; many have simply disappeared.
With the added extortion and illicit gains, he had a fortune of ten thousand taels of silver, yet he couldn't buy Rejuvenating Pills, Dragon Pills, or other medicines. Even the Qi-Nourishing and Foundation-Strengthening Pills had increased in price, costing a thousand taels each—it was blatant robbery!
They're even more ruthless than those bean sprouts!
The three gang leaders faced the strong winds blowing along the canal, feeling the chill in their faces. Within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the canal, there was no one around. Their faces were as gloomy as the sky before a storm.
His expression was fierce. In his mind, [The Rejuvenating Pill and the Dragon Pill both cost over 100,000, and they need to be auctioned off. Damn it, I have absolutely no chance!]
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