Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

The private room where Song Ziqiao was staying was very large. In addition to the luxurious hall, there were also small private rooms inside.

In one of the small private rooms, Li Muchen found a disheveled Zhang Yanyan.

There were two similarly disheveled men next to them, doing something unsightly.

Li Muchen waved his hand, and the two men flew out and hit the wall, turning into two puddles of meat.

The moment she saw Li Muchen, a flash of light flashed in Zhang Yanyan's eyes, but she quickly returned to her despairing dullness.

Li Muchen whipped up a gust of wind, helped her cover her clothes, and then tapped a few acupuncture points on her body.

Zhang Yanyan's body was fine, with only minor bruises and abrasions, but she suffered great mental damage.

Li Muchen could heal her body, but he could not heal her mind. He could only let her fall asleep first.

In another small private room, Li Muchen found Ma Shan who was covered in bruises.

Mashan was tied to a chair, his legs were propped up on another chair, and there were several books placed under his heels.

They were using the tiger bench torture on Mashan.

On the table next to her were scissors, toothpicks, screwdrivers, fruit knives and other tools, each of which was stained with blood.

There was also a half-used bottle of chili sauce.

Mashan's face was swollen, as if he had been stung by a wasp, and the red color at the corners of his mouth was unknown whether it was blood, hot sauce, or hot sauce mixed with blood.

His eyes were slanted and he could no longer open them. The left half of the ear was cut off and left on the ground.

Seven or eight of his ribs were broken, and almost all the joints in both hands, from the elbows to the fingers, were reversely twisted into deformities, which looked very horrific.

When Li Muchen found him, Ma Shan was already dying and could only hold his breath.

Seeing his brother's miserable condition, Li Muchen felt extremely aggrieved and depressed for the first time.

Even if Lin Manqing was poisoned by Lin Shaoping, Lin Yun had his muscles and bones mutilated, and Ding Xiang was kidnapped and bewitched by Lai Shasha, he had never been so angry.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Li Muchen's nose felt sour, and before he knew it, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he shed tears.

In the baptism of Kunlun Snow Mountain, he had long forgotten his misery.

But today, his brother's suffering awakened his sleeping heart.

Master said that to break through innate obstacles is to pretend to be ruthless.

The Supreme Being forgets his feelings, but he will never be ruthless.

The prerequisite for forgetting love is to have love first. The only ones who are ruthless are demons.

Li Muchen put a trace of true energy into Mashan's body to protect his heart, and then gave Ma Shan a Huiyuan Pill.

Then, he helped Ma Shan break off his fingers one by one, twist the broken joints back to their original positions.

Then help him repair his broken bones bit by bit with his true energy.

Ma Shan opened his eyes and saw Li Muchen, with a smile on his still swollen face: "I knew you would come."

Li Muchen said: "You rest first and wait until the medicine has completely worn off before you move again. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Mashan knew what he was going to do and did not stop him. He only said: "Leave the man named Song to me."

"it is good."

Li Muchen nodded, stood up, and walked out.

Under the cold gaze of Monk Hua, Song Ziqiao and his men were as if they were turned to stone and did not dare to move.

When Monk Hua saw Li Muchen's face, he knew that something was not going well.

Li Muchen walked up to one of them and asked, "Were you the one who attacked my brother just now?"

The man hesitated: "I...I..."

Li Muchen patted him on the shoulder: "I know it's you."

The man's shoulder seemed to be pressed down by a heavy object. There was a cracking sound, and his entire shoulder sank, and all the bones in half of his body were shattered. He fell to the ground and became a deformed corpse.

The shocking power of this palm is extremely terrifying.

Everyone including Song Ziqiao turned pale.

Even Hua Monk was shocked.

What kind of palm power is this?

Li Muchen walked to another person.

Before he could speak, the man had already peed, and there was a pool of hot water on the ground, exuding a fishy smell.

"You too."

Li Muchen slapped him, and the man's head turned several times on his shoulders, and his neck became twisted.

The third man's head was wrapped in gauze.

When Li Muchen saw the gauze, he guessed what had happened.

"You hit me the hardest, right?"

White Gauze Koutong knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Li Muchen: "Brother, have mercy! Brother, have mercy! It's all Young Master Song who asked us to do this, it's none of our business!"

"If you like to kowtow, then go ahead and don't stop." Li Muchen said.

The white gauze man really kept kowtowing, his forehead hitting the ground with a thumping sound.

After a while, blood flowed out, and the white gauze was dyed into red gauze.

But he was still banging, like a machine that couldn't stop.

Li Muchen walked up to Song Ziqiao and said, "He said you ordered them to do it."

Song Ziqiao trembled and said, "No, it's not me!"

"Don't admit it? You're so unmanly. Then it's useless to keep the man's things on your body. Just cut it off." Li Muchen said lightly.

"no no……"

"So, you admit that you were the one who instigated it?"

"No, not me! Oh no no, yes, no..."

Song Ziqiao's speech was incoherent.

The men next to him were still kowtowing, their skulls had been shattered, the thumping sound had become dull, and a pool of brain mixed with blood flowed out...

This scene looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the silent room.

Monk Hua couldn't help but take a breath of air.

This Mr. Li was much more terrifying than he imagined.

Li Muchen looked at Song Ziqiao and said: "I'll give you a chance now. Call someone, as long as you think they can save you. You only have half an hour. After half an hour, if no one comes to save you, I I’ll kill you.”

He wanted to resolve this matter completely without leaving any consequences.

After saying that, Li Muchen went into the small private room inside and helped Ma Shan nurse himself back to health again. After making sure that his physical condition was okay, he helped Ma Shan out together. "

Ma Shan asked about Zhang Yanyan.

Li Muchen pointed to another room and said: "She is there. She is fine. I let her sleep, so let her sleep for a while first."

Ma Shan guessed what happened and nodded, but there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Back in the lobby.

Song Ziqiao was still on the phone, and the hand holding the phone was shaking like his voice.

On the ground next to him, the man was still kowtowing, but his head was broken and only half of it was left.

The remaining Song Ziqiao's men were all huddled in the corner.

Li Muchen helped Ma Shan sit down on the sofa.

Ma Shan watched coldly, the hatred in his eyes still gathering.

About twenty minutes later, a group of people rushed in.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a big belly.

When Song Ziqiao saw the person coming, he felt as if he had seen a savior. He rushed over crying: "Dad, save me! Help me quickly!"

The middle-aged man is Song Songming, the chairman of Biye Group.

Song Songming hugged Song Ziqiao and comforted him: "It's okay, son. Don't be afraid. Dad is here."

Song Songming was surprised when he saw the corpse on the ground and the guy still kowtowing.

Fortunately, he was also a person who had seen the world, and he quickly controlled his inner fear.

Judging from his superficial experience, there is nothing in this world that cannot be discussed and nothing that cannot be solved with money.

Besides, he brought a gun today.