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Chapter 14 Zhao Song's Condition

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, in Zhao Song's gymnasium.

Zhao Song sat cross-legged on the ground.

He watched the people in the gym sparring with each other.

Gym mainly teaches two things.

Culture, martial arts.

Martial arts are mainly used to strengthen the body, and ordinary martial arts can only be used to strengthen the body. In front of firearms, it is better for ordinary people to admit defeat obediently.

Zhao Song didn't expect to teach some monsters with bullets in their hands.

What he wants is a community of interests.

People who exercise together will always become a community of interests.

Just like the ban on martial arts in the East in the past, the imperial court at that time was not afraid of martial arts. Without swords, guns, swords and halberds, empty-handed warriors were like chickens in front of a large number of troops.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, even a few cavalrymen will be hated!

What they are afraid of is the unity of warriors.

It is really troublesome for Wutuan to unite.

To be precise, as long as people are united, it will be troublesome.

Back then, the Black Panthers were united, and several leaders were caught desperately, and finally disappeared.

Zhao Song followed their old path.

But he wasn't worried about following in the footsteps of the Black Panther.

Because he has a system.

Here is Meiman!Without unity, none of the new gods, old gods, evil gods and demons outside are easy to deal with.

He looks at his system.

Jinmu Yuanjun's favorability has reached 5.00%, it seems that the sacrifice is indeed useful.

Jinmu Yuanjun is a generous rich woman.

As long as she is satisfied, she will not be stingy with her rewards.

As for the believer's treasure chest, Zhao Song has the final say, only one is missing.

It is estimated that the treasure chest can be opened today.

I just don't know what good things can come out of it this time.

He looked at those who were practicing in full swing, and clapped his hands to tell them to take a rest.

Zhao Song was very satisfied with these believers. Although they were not high-ranking officials, there was a lot of news that Zhao Song got from these humble people.

These people seem to be at the bottom, but in fact their friends and relatives are either in gangs or at the bottom of the company. Although they seem inconspicuous, they are a force that cannot be underestimated.

This may be the power of the masses!
He just grasped a little bit, and he already felt the enormous power.

If only he could bring together the bottom of New York...

Zhao Song couldn't imagine it.

He brewed a cup of Tieguanyin for himself, and just after taking a sip, he saw two people walking in the door.

Seeing these two people, Zhao Song narrowed his eyes slightly.

These two people are not simple characters.

A black buddy in front, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket, was supported by the person next to him.

Looks like he was injured.

It was the black buddy who was supported by black magic, and an unpleasant stench emanated from his body.

As for the other man, he had a number of weapons hanging from him, some of which were real things soaked in holy water.

When these things hit the dark creatures, they are no less than strong acids and alkalis, and their lethality is astonishing.

Is this a demon hunter, exorcist, or vampire hunter?
When the two of them saw Zhao Song, the person who supported the black buddy was obviously happy.

"Master."

He made a nondescript salute, folded his hands together and looked like a monk.

Zhao Song sat still, crossed his legs and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The rest of the disciples were not surprised. This kind of thing happened more than once. Several desperate people came to look for the master, hoping to get the master's help.

Of course, not all of them were helped.

Some people can help, some people can't.

A guru is a man of principle.

Those who were rejected were a little desperate to jump over the wall, but unfortunately, they were in the wrong place.

Nobody here is vegetarian.

Those who offended the Grandmaster were beaten in vertically and out horizontally.

The blade warrior lost the support of his partner and half-kneeled on the ground. The fierce battle with the vampire almost killed him last night. In order to kill them, the vampire paid a huge price this time!
A viscount himself leads his strike team to reap the lives of the blade warriors.

Unfortunately they failed.

These people were all killed by Blade, and Blade was seriously injured as a result, his body's ability to heal itself was curbed by the black magic.

He was shot last night.

Those vampire commando weapons also carry poison.

If the blade warrior hadn't been cursed, he might just be a little weaker now, and the bullets would come out after an operation.

But after he was cursed, the wound couldn't heal, and he was on the verge of death!

Master Whistler had no choice but to bring him to Zhao Song in broad daylight and pray for help.

He saluted and said: "We heard that Grandmaster, your strength is extraordinary, and your character is also great, so we want you to help us."

"You haven't said your identities yet."

Zhao Song said calmly, it's useless for him to wear a little high hat.

Master Whistler also knew this, so he said: "This is my good brother, vampire hunter, blade warrior."

"Blade fighter?"

Zhao Song raised his eyelids, feeling somewhat interested.

Blade Runners all showed up.

He looked at the Blade Warrior and said in unquestionable words: "Take off your clothes and let me see."

Blade took off his leather jacket in pain.

On his skin, there was a purple radiation wound, and his blood vessels also turned purple.

Next to the purple veins, under the skin, is black magic.

Zhao Song knew at a glance that he was cursed by a voodoo magician?
"What do these purple wounds represent?"

Zhao Song asked with interest, it was also the first time he had seen this toxin.

Master Whistler said: "This is the poison of vampires, and it can be regarded as a curse."

"It's really interesting."

Zhao Song glanced up and down, and he suddenly asked: "You were the one who started killing at Midnight Bar in the first half of the night last night, Blade Warrior, you are so brave, you dared to smash Dad Midnight's place."

The curse on Blade Runner comes from Father Midnight.

Father Midnight hadn't shot for a long time. When he was young, he faced thirteen demons with names and surnames alone, without losing the wind.

But later, after having a permanent property, he became "steady" and didn't easily make a move.

And judging from the curse on the blade warrior, such a fierce curse should have been cast recently.

If it was done before.

I'm afraid the blade fighter has been cold for a long time.

This curse does not exceed two days at most.

In this way, the person who broke into Papa Midnight's bar yesterday should be the Blade Warrior. This reckless man started killing people in Papa Midnight's bar, then he beheaded the living corpses and left the Midnight Bar.

It's like shitting and pissing on Papa Midnight's face!

Of course, Papa Midnight also left him an unforgettable price.

Well, very energetic!

Zhao Song looked at the Blade Warrior, looking at this tough hero with sharp edges and corners.

Blade Runner is not considered a sewer hero in Marvel.

He also had his own movie, and his performance was not considered a hit.

The problem is that when I was planning to strike while the iron was hot to make a sequel, the leading actor had a problem, and the new movie was stranded.

Then there was no shadow of the new movie, and it just disappeared from the eyes of the public.

Blade Runner is a 1998 movie.

Zhao Song's understanding of movies and this hero is also very shallow.

He is just a half-vampire with strong strength, first-class sword skills, and good tactics.

Even in the face of those high-level vampires, his record is more wins than losses.

Such a person, what is he doing in New York?
Why did he provoke Father Midnight?
But he is a vampire hunter, his identity and profession are very useful to Zhao Song, and it is not impossible to save him.

Zhao Song glanced at Master Whistler and said, "It's not impossible for me to save him, but in my gym, I only save my brother.

Does he want to be one of us?

If he will, burn a stick of incense to our common faith.

As long as he becomes our brother, even if I do my best, I will save him. "

Zhao Song took out the censer, took out a stick of Tongtian Incense and handed it to the Blade Warrior, watching his choice.

Master Whistler had inquired about this matter before he came.

He knows this rule, so he is also very tangled.

In this world, gods cannot be worshiped indiscriminately. In the universe, many demons have many vests.

Their favorite thing is to put on vests and change their identities to deceive ignorant humans, sign contracts, and seek souls.

These days, people can't believe people's hearts and ghosts.

Looking at the stick of incense in front of him, the Blade Warrior hesitated.

He gritted his teeth and began to weigh painfully.

(End of this chapter)