Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Jiang Ran stepped on the blood and meat residue on the ground and walked into the private house with the elevator.

Behind him was Kong Youyuan, who was wiping the pieces of flesh and blood off his head with his coat. His face was numb and his body couldn't help but twitch after taking two steps.

In the small and cramped living room of the house, there were some messy things piled up.

Turning around the corner wall of the living room, there is something else. The small bedroom has been transformed into an elevator room.

The bedroom door was ajar. There was a lounge chair and a coffee table at the door, and the tea in the glass was still steaming.

The number on the elevator screen is on the first floor.

Of the three people in the alley just now, it was obvious that some of them were sitting at the entrance of the elevator to watch, but they lost their lives by going out to watch the fun.

Jiang Ran glanced at Kong Youyuan, who seemed to be having epileptic seizures from time to time, and an indifferent voice sounded in the narrow space.

"I only look for people upstairs, not kill anyone."

His voice was not majestic, nor was his tone serious.

When it fell into Kong Youyuan's ears, it was like a basin of ice water being poured down on him. After shuddering, he found that his heart was calmer and his body no longer twitched.

Seeing that he was back to normal, Jiang Ran stretched out his hand to open the elevator door and stepped in.

……

in the alley.

Lu Xiaoyun and Gu Yitong had already urinated all over the floor, and their clothes were covered with a fishy smell that could not be resolved.

They closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look at this scene that was even more tragic than the murder scene. Tears and snot flowed down the corners of their mouths uncontrollably.

The calmest person in the room was Lu Zihan, who was dressed in rustic clothes. She no longer bit her lower lip, her eyes were burning, and she was staring at the place where Jiang Ran was standing.

The aftertaste is crisp and neat, like the feet of an antelope hanging its horns.

The death of these ruffians who did all kinds of evil will only make her feel happy. In the face of this kind of happiness, even her fear is diluted.

Ma Yilun was yearning for this kind of act of killing you if he said he would kill you. He was frightened and frightened, and it also made his admiration for Jiang Ran go to a higher level.

He originally wanted to pull Lu Xiaoyun up, but as soon as he touched his shoulder with his hand, he found that he was shaking like a sieve.

In addition, my legs and feet were still a little weak, so I couldn't help but lean against the wall. My eyes fell on the back of Xia Wanwan, who was wearing high heels and standing in the rotten flesh, and secretly clicked my tongue, thinking that this woman had indeed seen the world.

Little did they know that Xia Wanwan's face was flushed at the moment, her body was tense, she was trembling like an electric shock, and there was a sticky feeling between her legs instead of wetness.

Her eyes were dull, and she just looked ahead blankly, her breathing was stiff, and the whites of her eyes turned up involuntarily.

She was no stranger to guns, and she had seen them before dead people.

The scene of his hair being soaked with blood and bits of flesh spewing out onto his face had never occurred in his dream.

This feeling cannot be described as fear or awe, collapse may be more appropriate.

A 2-meter-high blood fountain, a head like a mass of rotten flesh, and exposed broken trachea and tendons appeared in this old and dilapidated alley, in her eyes and in front of her.

After a long time, the lingering trembling feeling faded away, and her weak body dragged her feet forward.

He moved to the corpse of the man in a vest with wide eyes and a huge bullet hole in his forehead, and slowly squatted down.

He bit the bullet and picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground and was lying in a pool of blood from the pulpy bloody flesh.

The right hand holding the gun was covered in blood, and he could barely control the shaking of his fingers, but he still held it firmly.

She used the hem of her cheongsam to wipe away the blood on the pistol whose original color could no longer be seen. She pressed it on her lower abdomen and stood upright. Her broken eyes gradually returned to normal.

"This is Mr. Jiang's gun! I have to put it away for him." She thought to herself.

……

The fourth floor of Golden Years.

Before Jiang Ran stepped out of the elevator, he heard the deafening electronic music DJ.

A group of shirtless young men, most of whom had tattoos, hugged some girls with strange hairstyles and colors, who were quite good-looking, and twisted their bodies wantonly while holding wine bottles.

There are some fitness equipment scattered here and there. The lights are dim and the colors are constantly changing, making it feel more like a disco.

He and Kong Youyuan walked out of the elevator, and no one asked or stopped them.

The music in the room was so loud that it gave the illusion that the building was shaking. A wisp of Nine Tribulations energy lingered in my ears, blocking out these noisy noises.

Kong Youyuan's face looked like a bitter gourd, and he blocked his ears with his hands. He finally understood why the gunshots and screams below did not attract attention.

Jiang Ran looked around and walked towards the group of three closest to him.

One man and two women.

The man was in his late thirties, with a scorpion tattooed on his neck. His nose was somewhat flat, his eyes were small, he had yellow hair, and his appearance was not even that of a normal person.

The two girls are about to have just grown up. They have long eyelashes and heavy eye shadow. It can be seen that they have a good foundation. Even if they don't make up, they are also the objects of many boys on campus.

Now, she was hugged by a man with yellow hair and tattoos. He moved his hands left and right, moving up and down to rub oil, and he was shaking his body crazily to the rhythm of the music with a flushed face.

"What are you doing?" Huang Mao indulged in the touch of the young girl's soft body, and suddenly turned his head to see a stern face.

I secretly cursed these stupid rich second generations, each one looks better than the last.

After careful inspection, he found that he was a stranger, but he didn't take it seriously. There was no need to worry about secret visits in Mr. Tan's place, it was very safe.

If a rich second-generation man with a raw face touches this place, it means he is a big fat sheep.

When it comes to having fun and having fun, Mr. Tan must take good care of his place, otherwise it won't be so easy if he wants to play with a girl of this caliber.

Only by following the four-finger tan can you attract these stupid people who think they are dignified by being gangsters, but are actually stupid to death.

"You can only drink and exercise here. Texas Golden Flower, dice and roulette, etc. are all upstairs."

Huang Mao enthusiastically pointed the way to Jiang Ran with the attitude of treating the fat sheep well.

"Go inside from here and turn around the front. He said that Aji introduced him and he wanted to go up and play a few games."

Jiang Ran looked at him carefully and nodded with satisfaction, feeling that not all people in this casino were rude.

At least the yellow hair in front of me is very sensible.

Huang Mao's expression was polite, but he was sneering in his heart. Look at it, I'll tell Brother Hao later and let you walk around naked so that I can use the commission to book a room.

With him being so discerning, Jiang Ran would definitely not look for trouble without reason and follow the direction he pointed.

Kong Youyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the killer didn't go on a killing spree again. With gratitude to Huang Mao, he nodded to Huang Mao as he passed by and said, "Thank you."

The yellow-haired dead fish rolled his eyes and waved his hands as if to shoo away flies. Suddenly he saw something slipping down from the top of the bald man's head.

Taking a closer look, it didn't look like sweat... He grabbed Kong Youyuan's arm and instantly felt his hands were a little greasy.

Huang Mao's expression was slightly stunned, and he couldn't believe it. He raised his hand and put it in front of him. He couldn't see it clearly under the light, but the smell of rust that rushed into his nose made him wake up instantly.

"Yes..." Huang Mao shouted at the top of his lungs. As soon as the first word came out of his throat, a slender jade-like hand grabbed his neck, and he could no longer make any sound.

He was lifted directly off the ground, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break open the iron-like fingers.

Huang Mao's face was flushed, and he showed an expression of begging for mercy, but he was only met with a pair of eyes that were indifferent to the point of no warmth.

Jiang Ran pressed his fingers slightly, and weak feedback came from the tiger's mouth.

The yellow-haired man's Adam's apple was sunken into his trachea, and his neck was completely squeezed into a flat shape. He had no strength left to struggle. The pleading look in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his hands and feet dropped weakly.

He loosened his fingers, and the opponent fell to the ground, falling backwards silently into the shadows. Amidst the loud music, there was not even a ripple.

When Kong Youyuan saw the scene in front of him, his heart did not fluctuate much. Instead, he felt that this method seemed really gentle compared with the scene in the alley.

Before he followed Jiang Ran's pace, he raised his finger and made a "shh" gesture to the two rebellious little girls who were still in a state of confusion.

"Don't shout."

Kong Youyuanhu pretended to be a tiger and threatened: "Be careful, I will kill you."