How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Feng Shiwen's Tianling Gai was about to explode.

After he blocked the opponent's attack with his fleshy palm, he actually saw that the index finger and middle finger of the opponent's right hand were extremely long.

Such a barrier would be fine if it were an ordinary person.

But the other party actually used the magical power of exploring caves with two fingers.

After Feng Shiwen exclaimed, he only felt severe pain in his eyes and could no longer see anything.

The scene just now was the last scene his eyes saw.

The middle-aged man's extremely long fingers pierced Feng Shiwen's eyes accurately.

"what!"

The old man leaned back from the wicker chair and fell down. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were blind, and he screamed.

"Faqiu Tianguan! Are you actually Faqiu Tianguan?"

"How is this possible! If you are a descendant of Faqiu Tianguan, then who is Ye Cheng? Did he deceive me? Or did you deceive me?"

Feng Shiwen lay on the ground and roared in pain.

"Ye Cheng?"

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard the name for the second time tonight.

"He is Faqiu Tianguan? Hahaha, old thief Feng, you are the only one who believes this nonsense!"

"You haven't recognized my identity until now. It's not unfair to be blind!"

The man took one step forward and was about to step on Feng Shiwen's chest, and he was about to ask about the whereabouts of Zhang Yanchuan in the second half of the book.

Swish!

But before he could speak, he felt a gust of wind behind his ears.

The man looked back and frowned.

The paper people and horses that had been tied up all over the hall suddenly started to move automatically in the absence of wind.

They made a piercing cry in the dark room and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

"The art of moving paper figures? You are a small skill, but you dare to do it in front of the Heavenly Official?"

The man bent his right index finger and flicked something out, sending out a pungent smoke in the air.

The paper figures and horses rushed towards me like moths to a flame, and immediately burned upon contact with the thing.

Suddenly, the screams throughout the room turned into screams.

In the blink of an eye, all the paper figures and horses were burned to the ground, leaving only a puddle of ashes.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing this, the man nodded with satisfaction. As soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Shiwen jumping up again, swinging his fist and hitting him.

"Ha, old thief, you're blind, why bother?"

He suddenly raised his right leg and kicked it. Feng Shiwen couldn't dodge it and flew straight away.

Wow!

The old man hit the wall behind him and then slowly collapsed to the ground.

Beating someone is like hanging a painting.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man's kick was so powerful that it had broken Feng Shiwen's internal organs.

puff!

Feng Shiwen could no longer stand up to resist, and a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was blind and laughed miserably, ignoring the blood streaming down his face.

"Old man, I have thought about dying like this countless times in my life."

"I thought about going to a grave and suffocating to death, being infected with corpse qi and dying of illness, working to death all my life, and even dreaming of sleeping on a wicker chair without getting sick, but I never imagined that I would end up being beaten to death..."

The middle-aged man sighed when he saw the other party's miserable appearance.

He walked a few steps, walked up to Feng Shiwen, squatted down slowly, and pressed his extremely long index and middle fingers against Feng Shiwen's chest.

"I'm still dead, old thief Feng, tell me where the second half of Zhang Yan's biography is?"

"I'll send someone to take you to the hospital immediately for first aid."

"If you don't tell me, I will dig it myself. If you tell me, I can save some effort..."

With a little force, the man's fingers actually pierced Feng Shiwen's chest and touched his ribs.

If he exerts more force, it seems that he can penetrate the opponent's heart.

Feng Shiwen was no longer aware of this heartbreaking pain.

He laughed again, not intending to answer the other party's words at all, and raised his head with blood on his face.

"Friend, do you really think that I was beaten to death? How is it possible..."

Ok?

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Shiwen's sinister smile, and the corners of his mouth turned a bit green.

A warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw.

Feng Shiwen has shouted the last words of his life.

"Tell you, Thief Sun! I, Feng Shiwen, the 20th generation Guanshan Taibao of the Feng family, was poisoned by a unique poison passed down from his family. The poison! Causes! Body! Death!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hands and grabbed the middle-aged man's right hand that was pressed against his heart, and even his entire right arm.

The middle-aged man had quickly retreated, but his right arm was still scratched by the opponent, and ten bloody marks were pulled out with his fingers.

"grass!"

The man cursed angrily and backed away a long way, his eyes full of shock.

Seeing that Feng Shiwen in the corner had been poisoned and died, he understood that he was destined to never get the second half of Zhang Yan's biography.

The man turned around and left, walking out of the living room in a few steps while shouting loudly.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming right away."

The bodyguards who had been guarding the door immediately rushed in. After seeing the middle-aged man's condition, they were shocked.

"Mr. Qin, you...what's wrong with you?"

Everyone ran over and helped the shaky man.

The man looked pale and took out the dagger from the waist of the bodyguard closest to him.

Then with a swish, he cut off at the elbow level without hesitation.

puff……

A large amount of black and green mixed blood flowed out and dripped on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

The man almost fainted from the pain, but finally he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed in the arms of everyone.

"Send me to the hospital, send me to the hospital for treatment immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, he completely fainted.

When everyone saw this, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and they carried him out with all their hands and feet.

It's just that the man's head hung down feebly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The moonlight fell just in time and finally shone on his pale face, revealing his true appearance.

If Ye Cheng were here, or if a big boss from Kyoto were here, they would recognize each other at a glance.

Unfortunately, none of these people were present.

And Feng Shiwen, who was already dead, could no longer be seen.

But after the old man died, there was still a faint smile on his lips.

Disciple, disciple.

Master has abolished Faqiu Tianguan's right hand, which is regarded as life, to eliminate all threats for you.

In the end, I still walk in front of you.

From now on, it’s all up to you!

On our road to hell, we will continue the relationship between father and son, master and apprentice...

Ok?

……

at the same time.

Inside Deling, in front of the Vajra Wall.

Everyone who successfully blew up the Nine Death Jingling Armor was cheering excitedly.

Several RPGs exploded Xia Chaoding hidden in the city wall beyond recognition.

The moment the explosion occurred, the huge painted bone copper flower also lost its life, falling to the ground and turning into a pile of patina.

The formation is broken!

Everyone rushed down the pit, hugged Ye Cheng, who was lucky enough to survive, and grinned, celebrating that the gate to the underground palace was finally successfully opened.

While everyone laughed, one person burst into tears.

He also opened his mouth and smiled, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart that Ye Cheng could survive.

But, the tears couldn't stop flowing.

Ye Cheng, who was also in excitement, turned his head and looked over, asking doubtfully.

"Shopkeeper Li, why are you crying?"

Li Cen sobbed as he wiped away the tears that could not be wiped away at all.

"Mr. Ye, I don't know either! I just want to cry, my tears keep flowing!"

"Maybe...maybe it was the strong wind that blinded..."

Ye Cheng chuckled and turned around.

Everyone turned around and stared blankly ahead.

In front of me, the diamond wall has collapsed.

The Deling Underground Palace, which had been closed for four hundred years, was completely opened.