God level takeaway system

On the winding mountain road, a delivery man was riding an electric scooter, and a beautiful girl was sitting behind the scooter.

"Wang Mian, I'm really happy today. I never thought that you would take me out." Li Ningxiang said.

"I've never had a chance. There's always been a lot of things lately." Wang Mian said perfunctorily.

"No chance, it's because you don't want to take me out." Li Ningxiang said somewhat dissatisfied with Wang Mian's answer.

The two talked and laughed, and reached a corner, which was very close to the food delivery place.

On the mountain is the gate of the Dragon and Tiger Sect. As soon as I arrived in the village, I saw a young man with his head downcast and sighing.

"Brother, is the Dragon and Tiger faction on the mountain?" Wang Mian asked.

The young man glanced at it, and Wang Mian said, "Yes! You can go up by yourself."

The young man pointed Wang Mian to the mountain.

Wang Mian couldn't help but said: "Life is full of ups and downs. When encountering unhappy things, just let it go."

The young man didn't speak, but was still walking into the village. Since entering the village was the only way up the mountain, Wang Mian and Li Ningxiang followed suit.

This village has not become popular, and aerobics is still a relatively simple place.

"You guys, you should be more careful when going up the mountain." The young man looked around and said in a low voice.

Then you have to walk into an ordinary brick house.

Wang Mian frowned slightly, he sensed that in this brick house, there was actually a congenital master.

This is not allowed in both Zhengmo and Daoist spiritual sects. It is already a special case for Li Ningxiang, Wang Xu and others to stay in the compound.

The young man walked into the yard, when suddenly there were terrified screams from the house.

When the young man heard the cry, his face was a little frightened, and he paused.

Wang Mian learned just now that this young man is like a relative at home, who has encountered difficulties.

The next moment, Wang Mian stood in front of the young man.

"What are you doing?" the young man said angrily.

"What is this room for?" Wang Mian asked without turning around.

"If you want to take care of it, you should deliver your takeaway." The young man said.

Seeing that the young man didn't answer his question, Wang Mian strode towards the room, thought for a while, and instead of kicking the door, he knocked on it.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately caught up with Wang Mian to speak.

"Creak—" the door was opened, and the two of them were dragged into the room before they could speak.

Wang Mian didn't resist, he just wanted to see what was going on in this room.

"Boy, you have breached the contract." A middle-aged man stared at the young man beside Wang Mian with cold eyes and said.

"Brother, it's him—" the young man pointed at Wang Mian and said, "I don't even know who he is, he is the one who wants to come in."

Wang Mian scanned the room and found that the middle-aged man was holding a box in his hand, and there was a faint smell of blood spreading throughout the room.

At this time, a young woman walked out of the inner room, but she lost one of her hands, but it seemed that she had been given a magical hemostatic drug, but there was no blood left.

But there was pain on his face.

Wang Mian's gaze turned cold, and he waited quietly.

The middle-aged man shifted his gaze to Wang Mian and said, "Boy, since you saw something you shouldn't see, you either offer your hands, or you die—"

A look of horror appeared on Wang Mian's face, "Hand—what do you want my hand for?"

"It's not up to you, you can choose for yourself," said the middle-aged man.

Wang Mian broke out in a cold sweat, the middle-aged man was very satisfied, he enjoyed the horror of others in front of him.

"Then give you my hands." Wang Mian said.

The middle-aged man threw a wad of money to the begging woman who was in pain, roughly looking at around [-].

The woman hurriedly left the room with a look of pain, "Stop, remember what I told you, you can recommend someone, but you must sign a blood letter on the piece of paper I gave you, understand? "

"Understood, I understand." The woman nodded quickly and rushed out of the room.

Without the middle-aged man saying anything, Wang Mian walked into the inner room by himself, "You are wise."

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, he had never seen such a courageous person before.

After entering the inner room, there is no decoration at all. There is only a table with a desk on which the owner's arm is stuck. When the person puts the arm on it and moves it up and down, only the palm is exposed.

There were two other people in the room, and they looked at Wang Mian with fierce faces, but they were really surprised by Wang Mian's reaction.

Wang Mian went directly to the table, stuck his arm inside and exposed his palm.

"Boy, you are really courageous. I can't bear to cut off your hand." The middle-aged man looked at Wang Mian sternly, almost seeing Wang Mian inside and out, but no matter how he looked at it, , Wang Mian is an ordinary person, not even Hou Tian.

"Brother - I know the rules. I can't hide what I shouldn't look at, but can you let me know why you cut off my hand." Wang Mian said with a wry smile.

The middle-aged man gave one of his subordinates a look, and the man directly took out a yellow piece of paper and slapped it on Wang Mian's desk, saying: "On this, sign your name, and you can walk out safely."

Wang Mian's mind froze, "Star gate talisman paper?"

The middle-aged man saw Wang Mian writing his name on the talisman paper with trembling hands, and the name disappeared instantly, as if swallowed by the yellow paper.

The middle-aged man shot a cold light from his eyes, took out a red dagger, and without any hesitation, directly slashed at Wang Mian's palm.

"Ah!" a scream.

The middle-aged man's two subordinates were stunned, what was the situation, they saw that the middle-aged man's own arm was placed on the table, and the severed palm was not Wang Mian's, but his own.

Wang Mian closed his eyes, looking terrified, slowly opened them, and said in a daze, "Brother, aren't you going to chop off my arm? Why—"

His dazed look made the middle-aged man terrified. He looked around and even forgot to stop the bleeding.

"A ghost?"

The two subordinates of the middle-aged man also showed fear on their faces.

"What are you still looking at? Cut off his hand quickly." Although the middle-aged man was terrified in his heart, he still ordered his two subordinates.

The two subordinates took out their axes again and directly slashed at Wang Mian's wrist.

"what!"

There were two more screams, and the hands of the middle-aged man's two subordinates also fell to the ground.

Compared with the pain in their hands, their hearts were more terrified.

Looking around, with a "crack", the metal buckle on the card owner Wang Mian's hand shattered.

In that way, it seemed as if it had collapsed a long time ago. In fact, Wang Mian was out of trouble a long time ago, but he didn't show it.

Wang Mian's current strength is unknown to God, and it is not difficult at all to do these things without anyone noticing.

"You—" The middle-aged man trembled with fright, and was about to run away in the next moment.

"Run there—" Wang Mian kicked the middle-aged man's stomach, and the middle-aged man was kicked against the wall, looking sluggish.

Wang Mian went to him and squatted down and said, "I really want to know two questions, first, what do you need ordinary people's hands for?
Second, the specific function of the yellow paper you owed me. "