Cyber Daming

The cool night breeze blew through the wildly growing grass, and the blood beads hanging on the grass stems rolled with the wind and fell on the leaf tips, teetering on the edge.

The already red soil has a mouth below, eager to continue drinking the sweet blood.

The warehouse had been reduced to rubble, and Wei Juan was leaning against a broken wall, slumped in a pool of blood.

Scattered around him were the miserable dead bodies in brocade robes, and the mutilated bodies were surrounded by bullet casings that were still warm.

The kinetic energy firearm, which was provided in limited quantities by the Ministry of War and named the 'Zhao Dan', was also scattered into parts, leaving only half of the gun body lying across his lap.

A pair of bright yellow monk shoes came into view.

Wei Ju'an looked up slumped and saw a pair of smiling eyes looking down at him condescendingly.

"Xiao Monk's request is not complicated. I just need Mr. Wei Qi to accompany me to Chongqing Mansion and help me lure out Li Jun. As a reward, Xiao Monk can guarantee you a position in a hundred households."

"The 100 households in Jinyiwei of Chengdu Prefecture are Yu Canghai, a shareholder of Qingcheng Group. Why, can you still kill that awesome guy?"

Wei Ju'an sneered, but such a simple action made him cough up a lot of blood foam.

"It's just a golden elixir guest who is trapped in Dao Qi and cannot be promoted. Why not kill him?" There was a hint of pride in the young monk's handsome eyebrows.

"What a loud tone. Don't forget that this is Chengdu Prefecture, not your Buddhist territory!"

"The young monk is walking in Buddhism, and where I stand is the pure land of Buddhism."

Jingwu raised his hands in front of him and stared at the bloody body that was struggling to stand up against the wall. "A monk will not lie. I hope Wei Baihu will consider the words of the young monk carefully."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Wei Ju'an felt as if his heart and lungs were being burned by fire. Even the smallest movement of pulling the corner of his mouth would cause a heartbreaking pain.

"consider?"

He slowly raised his head, patted the flying fish pattern on his chest, and sneered, "Have you seen my flying fish suit?"

Jiwu's face was calm, "Over the years, there are many Jin Yiwei who have knelt down to repent to the Buddha and pray for forgiveness."

"But I am not them, and they are not worthy of being a royal guard!"

Wei Ju'an's eyes were blood red, and his body was filled with murderous intent that was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it.

The slightly stooped body due to the severe pain slowly straightened up, and the twisted spine made a shuddering clicking sound.

Slide your toes against the ground until your feet are shoulder width apart, and hold your hands like knives in front of you.

Wei Ju'an grinned, revealing his scarlet teeth, "Come on, I'll let you taste the suffering that your ancestors suffered!"

"It turns out he is still a hidden martial arts remnant."

The wisdom root between Jiwu's eyebrows was as red as blood. The single palm on his chest was slightly turned, with the palm facing outward, forming a fearless seal.

"It's your grandpa!"

Wei Ju'an's mouth showed a ferocious smile, and he slashed out with his hands like knives.

Phew!

With one palm fall, Wei Ju'an's arms were broken at the elbow level, and the wounds were as smooth as if they had been severed by a sharp blade.

With the second palm, a ferocious crack stretched from Wei Ju'an's shoulder to his waist and abdomen, and the pumping heart in the machine's bones was almost visible.

With the third palm, Wei Ju'an's Feiyu suit exploded into flying flakes, and his feet and ankles suddenly shattered into pieces.

This Imperial Guard Commander, who never asked for mercy until his death, pressed his back against the broken wall with his eyes wide open and refused to fall.

Jiwu raised his palm to his eyes and stared at the white liquid stained on his fingertips, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"The red blood turned white, and you surrendered yourself. It turns out that you are not even a remnant of trash. Lord Buddha, I have no interest in turning you into a protector."

The young monk flicked his fingers, and a golden ball no bigger than an adult's fist rolled out of his sleeves and fell to the ground.

There was a clanging sound, and the ball deformed and expanded, turning into a palm-sized mechanical novice with a childlike face.

"I have met Buddha."

The little novice monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiwu.

Then he turned around and jumped onto Wei Ju'an's shoulder. He turned his hands upside down at the wrist level and spit out two small knives as thin as cicada wings, which he put against Wei Ju'an's chin.

Zi La La.

Amidst the blood-curdling sound of flesh and blood, Jingwu raised his eyes and looked to the southeast.

"Since you choose to eat Buddha Jin Wu Qi, the little monk will kill you and enter Buddha Six."

The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"Cause and effect balance each other out, and there is no hindrance to the Buddha."

Hongyashan, Peace Hotel.

Li Jun placed a sign next to the door that read, "The owner is out, we'll have to wait for another day."

The font is crooked and it looks like it was written by him.

Ever since the Qixia Group incident, this Peace Hotel has become his final destination.

As the host, Zou Sijiu was quite upright. Before leaving Chongqing Mansion, he gave Li Jun a Feng Shui compass, the core center that controls the "Eight Gates" of the Peace Hotel.

However, he also told him in tears that he had spent most of his life savings to rent this store. No matter what happened, he must not attack anyone here.

Even if you really want to fight, remember to switch to the 'Death Door' before fighting. The structure there is the most stable and cannot be broken easily.

Otherwise, if the store is damaged and Hongyashan takes it back, they will have no choice but to move to Zhouyou's home in the Shibati slum.

"Actually, you don't have to go to Shibati. He Zangjia also has many places in other districts."

Li Jun couldn't help but smile when he recalled Zou Sijiu's expression as if his wife had died when he said these words.

In fact, Li Jun knew the reason for Zou Sijiu's sudden departure.

Except that he wanted to place the boy named Xiaoqiang in a safe place and resolve this cause and effect. The more important reason was that he couldn't wake up Li Hua's soul.

Zou Sijiu did not hide this from Li Jun, but told him frankly.

The core of the Mo family's "Ming Ghost" is the soul, and the armor that looks like an exoskeleton is just a carrier.

If the soul does not return, the 'Ming ghost' will never wake up.

However, Zou Sijiu was not lying. He came up with a solution, which was to shake people.

What a Yin-Yang Ba Nuo can't do doesn't mean that a higher-ranking Yin-Yang family can't do it.

This magic stick who pays attention to the sense of ritual can hand over the control core of the Peace Hotel to Li Jun. In fact, there is also a layer of pledge in it.

And Li Jun also has his own plan. Since he does not choose to continue to escape, he will inevitably face the ensuing battles.

At this time, letting Zou Sijiu take Li Hua away could be considered as a way to share his worries.

As long as Li Hua is not in Chongqing Mansion, Li Jun can naturally let go of his hands and feet unscrupulously and have a good fight with the coming dragons crossing the river.

"If the world wasn't so fucked up, maybe opening a store and becoming a boss would be a good choice."

Li Jun stood in front of the store, looking at the endless flow of people in Yalou Market, and a sigh suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"It's a pity that there are too many people in this world, whether they want to die or are looking for death."

Li Jun shook his head, shook many useless thoughts out of his mind, and turned back to the store.