If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 783 The Man With Flower Arms (Modified Version)

"I'm not a local. I have committed crimes in other places before. I heard that the ground here is full of gold after enjoying the dividends of the times, so I decided to come here. But after I came, someone told me that gold is only for people with brains." If you can pick it up, an uneducated black household like you can only be a beggar."

The flower-armed man twitched his lips and said with a smile, "I told him that I never came here to pick up gold, but to chop off the hand of whoever holds the gold. It's as simple as that. What happened to the black household? As long as the fist is strong enough, you can get out of the sword and gun, and you will always be the boss."

"You have nothing, so you are so confident that you can always win? In such a chaotic and extreme situation." The student looked at the exaggerated physique of the man with flower arms.

"Believe it or not, I can break this wire right now. Is there something wrong with me? Doesn't this prove that I am the mixed race you said?" The flower-armed man raised his two legs on the armrest of his chair. With his wrist, the tough iron wire plunged into his epidermis but did not cut the skin to see blood.

He has already demonstrated this method once, and if he didn't break free from the wire, he might just be worried about the explosives in the wall.

"I'm notoriously brave and ruthless in the Tao. Others think that I have practiced hard qigong. I won't leave a white mark on my body with a knife." Said the man with the flower arm.

"This can only prove that you are born with rough skin and thick flesh. After overwork and overuse, the body's limbs will naturally change. The knuckles become shorter and thicker, the muscles harden, and calluses accumulate on the surface of the skin, etc. The so-called iron palm is hard. Qigong is mostly based on this principle," said the student.

"What about the bullets? I'm not afraid of ordinary guns." The man with the flower arm sneered, "I've seen the cops chasing me before. They made a few holes in my back and I can throw the gun three meters away. Do you think their nickname of Undead Dragon is a joke?"

"Do you know how many brothers we lost to get your nickname?" the policeman said, staring at the man with the flowery arms.

"I don't care how many of you die? You have to pay the price for chasing me. You salaried people should have been prepared to die long ago." The man with the flower arm said indifferently.

"Then you should pay the price for this today." The policeman took a deep breath and returned the same indifference to the disdain of the man with the colorful arms.

"Can bulletproof and knife-resistant body armor also do it?" The students are still wondering about the truth about the "natural power" of the man with flower arms, "or laminated steel and paper armor."

"I'm tired of listening to your kind of talk." The man with the flower arm was full of disdain, "The bullets from the knife left only some white marks on my body. I said that I was born with supernatural powers, and all evils would not invade me. Those little brothers of mine only treat me as me." I have practiced qigong and other secret kung fu, and only I know what happened to me."

"Did you have any abnormalities when you were about to be injured?" Chu Zihang asked suddenly.

"Abnormal?" The man with the flower arm looked at Chu Zihang in surprise, then glanced at the others and paused, then said, "Normally, there won't be any, but when it's really fatal, for example, someone shoots at me. I would break out in cold sweat during the gunshots, chanting some mantra-like things as if possessed by an evil spirit, and then my body would turn yellow as if I had a disease, and the bullets would not be able to penetrate my skin.”

"That's not a spell, it's a dragon text. After the complete chanting, it will release the 'word spirit', which is the ability to make you invulnerable." The female doctor said lightly, "It seems that your fortune-telling is still a bit half-pot. Shui's Taoism and deeds know some inside stories, and I advise you not to use words and spirits to do evil."

"Yanling? Is this the name of my superpower?" The man with the flowery arms shook his eyebrows.

"'Yan Ling·Vajra Seat'." Chu Zihang said, "The specific manifestation is that when the Yan Ling is activated, the skin will take on a conspicuous golden color, and the muscles and bones will be strengthened together with the skin. The hardness of the whole body is roughly around that of diamond, which belongs to defense. Sexuality."

"That means he is invulnerable for 24 hours?" The student was a little surprised.

"It's not." Chu Zihang glanced at the student and explained, "He was able to take the initiative to release the words when he was sniped, probably because of his natural super observation ability that allowed him to keenly catch the traces of danger, so that he subconsciously released the words. The spirit protected himself but if it came from a danger he was completely unaware of, it would still kill him."

"I see." said the student.

"So you were arrested here because you were attacked undetectably?" The female doctor said with a smile, "Is it because the girls in the clubhouse are too young and charming?"

The flower-armed man's face turned pale for a while, and finally he could only snort coldly, "I shouldn't have drunk that cup of tea."

"'Speaking Spirit·Vajra Seat' can only strengthen the muscles, skin and bones, but it cannot support internal organs and the enhancement of digestion, so you dare not break free from the wire at the first time, fearing that the shock wave of the explosive explosion may shatter your internal organs. You died of internal bleeding and organ failure." Chu Zihang slightly nodded, "At the same time, you are not immune to poison, which is one of your few weaknesses."

"It seems that you really have two brushes. Vajra seat, such an overbearing name, but does it sound like a Zen monk?" The man with flower arms moved his jaw and swept towards Chu Zihang, "For a while, I thought I'm born with the invincibility of King Kong, and I'm thinking about going to Shaolin Temple and asking those monks to give me complete martial arts secrets or something."

"There are also mixed races in Shaolin Temple. If you are a murderer who goes up the mountain, you will probably be imprisoned in the back mountain for a lifetime." The female doctor looked at the man with the flower arm and said interestingly, "Even if it is the group of organizations I know Few people are willing to contact those hidden mixed-race forces."

"If everyone has the 'Speaking Spirit', then we can perform it next to each other, so we can be sure who is an ordinary person?" The policeman said suddenly.

"The person who kidnapped us is not stupid. It is impossible to leave such a loophole for us. The 'gentleman's agreement' mentioned in the rule explanation is probably a hidden warning against the rules forbidden by the spirit?" The student said, "After all, he is completely Know about the existence of our hybrids."

"Do many people know the secret of the mixed race?" the policeman asked.

"Not many, but there are still quite a few people in China who are capable of digging up these things everywhere, most of them are barefoot doctors or fortune-telling liars. Otherwise, why are there so many people in the movie stories who are all about mysterious things? Hook up?" The female doctor looked at him and said.

"Don't tell me that I really went to the fortune teller. The fortune teller said that I am the "Golden Dragon Body Protector". He said that I had accumulated virtue in my previous life, and that I was blessed by a dragon in this life. Write down the words, it is a spell calling for the blessing of the golden dragon. He also advised me not to use this spell to do evil, otherwise the golden dragon will be displeased." The man with the flower arm said,
"I'll take these words as if he's farting. If I do evil things, the golden dragon will be displeased. Then I have been stabbed many times by my subordinates, and I should die straight away. I was killed at least seven or eight times a week. There are all kinds of people, and most of them are backstabs by the subordinates, and if I haven't died until today, it means that my life is not worth dying."

"It seems that you are very unpleasant as the boss." The student said.

"Is it worth it? There is no one you can trust, even if you win the glory and wealth, what can you do?" The policeman asked, looking at the man with the flowery arms.

"Prosperity and wealth? Do you really think I came to Binhai City by boat to ask for these vain things?" The man with the flower arm sneered, "I just want to prove to everyone that as long as I am willing to do it, I can do it That's all for the best. Even if everyone doesn't like me!"

"Then you have gained your status and proved yourself. If there is no accident, you will be the next leader of your guild. You left your hometown and came to this city, and became the biggest and strongest boss. Are you satisfied now?" the policeman asked again.

"." The smile on the flower-armed man's face gradually faded, and his eyes were full of indifference when he glanced at the policeman.

"I'm rich and prosperous, what's there to be dissatisfied with?" The student glanced at the man with the flower arms and said indifferently.

"It varies from person to person." The female doctor stared at the man with the flowery arm for a while and then asked with a low smile, "I heard that everyone has a chance to awaken their bloodline, and usually these opportunities are major events that change the whole life. Yours What is the opportunity?"

"How did I awaken my bloodline? It's none of your business." The man with the flower arm suddenly turned cold, and looked at the female doctor with a bad expression.

"Is it none of my business or you can't make it up temporarily? You said that you joined the underworld to prove yourself. Is there some tragic past that needs to be cleaned up?" The female doctor asked with a smile.

"I said it's none of your business." The flower-armed man growled irritably.

"I really don't want to say it? It's about the result of the vote." The female doctor continued to ask.

"If you have the guts, shoot me to death. I didn't die when I was shot in the head with a gun. Are you still afraid of being shot? If you have the guts, let the person who kidnapped us light the explosives. At worst, everyone will die together." He stared at the female doctor without flinching.

"Death is death." The female doctor also smiled with an indifferent attitude.

"It seems that everyone's life is quite unsatisfactory." The policeman said softly.

"You don't have a happy life? How about I count one, two, three and break the wire, and die together in the explosion?" The man with the flower arm looked at the policeman and said coldly, at the end he seemed to remember something Glancing at the student, "It's a pity that the pillars of a country have to be buried with us scum."

"We don't have much time." The student took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "There is still about a minute, and there are still two of us who have not spoken."

"One minute is not enough time." The female doctor said nothing to do with herself, "The remaining policemen and handsome boys, you can choose someone with rock-paper-scissors to come out and chat for a minute and then vote."

"I don't care." Chu Zihang said, "I'm in the back position. According to the order, the police should speak first, and it's not easy to guess fists when you can't move your hands."

"Did I give up speaking because my life was unsatisfactory, or did I give up because my hands and feet were tied up and it was difficult to play fist games?" The female doctor asked with a smile.

"The latter." Chu Zihang said.

"We don't have much time." The student's voice was a little angry, as if he didn't understand why one and two started to perform a bad sway when life and death were supposed to be life and death. Is it really like playing a game? ?If you don't like it, you can directly '/FF' (surrender command in the game) if you get a little emotional?

"What's the hurry, the pillar of the country, worried that no one will wipe the trophies at home, or that no one will be the main player in the school's basketball game after a while? The 14K boss is not worried about his clubhouse and young models. What are you anxious about?" the female doctor joked. .

The policeman stared at the man with the flowery arms indifferently, probably having already made up his mind.

"There are still 30 seconds." Chu Zihang said, he has been silently counting the time since the 10-minute timer. Without a clock, he is a human timer.

"I'm afraid 30 seconds is not enough to say anything. Let's vote directly. We waste too much time talking nonsense." The female doctor yawned, "Anyway, I didn't see any useful information. The doctor can protect whoever he wants , the killer can kill whoever he wants, it's quite boring."

"It's quite boring." Chu Zihang suddenly responded, and the female doctor looked at him, smiled and said nothing.

30 seconds passed in a flash, and the iron box made a mechanical sound, "Please start voting. After counting down tens of seconds, point your finger at the number 1098 that you think is the killer"

The 10-second countdown, this time, is not as tense as last time. After everyone spread out their mixed-race identities, everyone seems to have become indifferent to everything, including their own lives. This word is like a curse, when the wound is completely exposed, there is only complete numbness.

The 10-second countdown is over and voting is over.

The policeman and the female doctor returned tickets to the flower-armed man (No. 4)
Student return ticket Chu Zihang (No. 6)
Chu Zihang return ticket student (No. 1)
The man with the flower arm returns to the ticket police (No. 5)
1: 1: 1: 2
The flower-armed man is out.

"You voted for me?" Someone said unexpectedly.The person who spoke was not a man with flowery arms, but a student. He looked at Chu Zihang who was pointing his index finger at him with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you vote me out too?" Chu Zihang asked lightly.

"I voted for you because you didn't speak up. I randomly chose one of you and the police with the least information." The student stared at Chu Zihang and said, "Then what is your intention to vote? And the doctor What?" After that, he looked at the female doctor again, "Since the speech is reliable, shouldn't there be someone who is more suspicious? Why do you vote for the person who has no problem with the speech? (The man with the flower arm)"

"Because I want to see if he is as invincible as he boasted." The female doctor said with a smile, "I heard that the way to get out is to shoot. If this macho man with the spirit of King Kong is already prepared, the killer Can you shoot him in the head with one shot?"

The student "you" looked at the female doctor and couldn't tell if she was a killer or just her nature.

"...Anyway, I'm sorry, Mr. Criminal." The student took a deep breath, looked away from Chu Zihang, and said to the expressionless man with flower arms.

"The voting is over." The iron box said, "Number 4 is out, and now it's night time."

The incandescent lamp went out with a squeak, and after a few seconds of dead silence, the familiar "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" sounded in the darkness, and the rampant laughter of the man with flower arms also sounded, "What the hell, shoot me? Let's try it." Ah, what hundreds of thousands of people haven't done, not even me, can you do it? Try it! Fuck!"

The music became louder and louder, gradually covering the voice of the man with flowery arms. Then, the gunshot rang out.

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One day, a dwarfism patient walked into a bar, and everyone mocked his height with laughter. He struggled to climb up to the bar and said to the boss: have a glass of dark beer.

The boss poured him a glass of stout.

He reached out to take it, and the person beside him picked up his glass first, drank the beer in one gulp, hiccupped a beer and said to him with a flushed face: You are so young, you should drink milk, right?

Without saying a word, he climbed down the bar with great difficulty and walked out of the bar amidst laughter.

A year later, a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters walked into the bar. He was still in the same group of drinkers. Everyone was shocked by his height. He tightened the knuckles in his pocket.

　ps: The next chapter will be decrypted at the end of the game

　　
　
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