The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

These words were a critical blow to the coachman.

He felt extremely insulted.

His face turned red instantly.

"What the hell..."

"Snapped!"

The driver didn't even see clearly what Lin Mo did, and he received a solid slap on the face.

The whole person was shaken.

Half of his face suddenly swelled up.

"Talk about him and not mom. We should be civilized between you and me."

Lin Mo glanced at him.

Slowly approach the opponent.

The driver hurriedly covered his red and swollen face and backed away.

He was still somewhat afraid of the bloody massacre in front of him, which had made many people fearful recently.

Especially the slap just now.

He didn't even see the trajectory of the opponent's shot clearly before he was slapped in the face.

It even made him feel that the person in front of him was unfathomable.

When the driver saw Lin Mo making no other moves, he couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere anymore, turned around and ran towards the abandoned house.

No one behind him came after him.

The driver was secretly happy.

As long as you run into the house, you will be completely safe!

Immediately, he secretly felt cruel in his heart.

"Blood-hand massacre, the adults are here today, I will make sure you never come back!"

"If you don't kill me, Xiao Yan, it is the biggest mistake you have ever made in your life!"

"After you die, I will crush you to ashes in revenge for the humiliation you just did to me!"

After successfully entering the house, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just when he thought there was no more fear for his life.

A sharp sound broke through the air.

It was too late for the driver to dodge.

In desperation, he shouted loudly: "Sir, save me!"

A figure suddenly rushed out of the abandoned house.

He is a thin, middle-aged man.

He waved his palms, and the strong wind blew.

"Bam—"

A bloody Qi field directly squeezed the stone into pieces.

The driver was overjoyed.

But he didn't have time to say the flattery.

A red line suddenly shot out and penetrated his head.

The driver fell to the ground in shock.

Ended a short life.

"Yes, he is indeed a master who has become famous in recent times. His blood-handed massacre is well-deserved."

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked towards Lin Mo.

"You are the first one who dares to kill someone in front of me."

Lin Mo asked subconsciously: "Dayang Yinkou?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Exactly, I thank you Meijun."

His self-reported name made Lin Mo understand.

It turns out that the so-called "Dayang Yinkou" is just that the other party took apart his name.

"However, now that I have found you, he is useless. If he dies, there will be one less person to share the money with, which is not a loss."

Dayang Yinkou smiled slightly.

"Why do you think you found me instead of me finding you?"

Lin Mo dusted his sleeves and said with a half-smile.

"So, you took the initiative to lead me here?"

The smile on Dayang Yinkou's face faltered, and his brows couldn't help but frown.

Lin Mo smiled and said nothing.

Dayang Yinkou's face instantly darkened.

"You know that I'm here to kill you, but you still dare to show up and lure me out. I really don't know whether to say that you are ignorant and fearless, or that you are too arrogant."

After the words fell, two fast and sharp narrow daggers slipped out of Dayang Yin's sleeves.

He lowered his body into an attacking posture like a mantis.

Suddenly he charged towards Lin Mo.

As the sharp blade was swung, a bloody energy field enveloped him.

"poisonous!"

Lin Mo immediately covered his mouth and nose.

"Jie Jie!"

Dayang Yin said with a sinister smile, and the dagger swam like a snake, making it difficult to trace the trajectory, and stabbed Lin Mo's chest.

Lin Mo wanted to try his skills.

Faint dark black rock lines appeared on the palm.

Without dodging or dodging, he slapped the two daggers directly with his two fleshy palms.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Seeing this situation, Dayang Yin was very angry.

The strength in his hands suddenly increased a bit.

He's going to cut off this annoying guy's hand!

Let this guy understand that he cannot afford the consequences of underestimating himself!

"Zheng!"

At the moment Dayang Yinkou seemed to see blood splattering everywhere.

Suddenly there was a metallic crash in his ears.

The power of this blow is surprisingly terrifying.

From the dagger to the arm.

Dayang Yin almost let go of his hands and threw the dagger directly.

Deng Deng Deng!

He took several steps back before releasing the tyrannical force.

Even so, he still felt the blood boiling in his body, and his throat couldn't help but feel sweet.

He suppressed the blood that surged into his throat.

Dayang Yinkou's expression changed and he whispered: "Impossible, you..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly turned around.

A puff of acrid white smoke suddenly appeared in place.

Then his whole body turned into an invisible shadow and shot out of the yard.

It turned out that he felt that he might not be Lin Mo's opponent.

So I wanted to use words to attract Lin Mo's attention.

So as to buy yourself time to escape.

"You ran away before you had enough fun. How can the gold-medal killer be so incapable of playing?"

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly.

"However, after wasting so much of my time, how can I let you escape today?"

"Qiang!"

Unsheath the sword.

"Shh-"

The light of the knife flashed.

A sharp sound cracked through the air.

Dayang Yinkou felt a strong life and death crisis.

He turned around subconsciously.

The long knife drew an arc in the air.

Then it fell on his neck.

At that moment, he saw only a blinding white light.

The next moment, I felt my consciousness leaving my body.

Due to the inertia of his body, he ran forward several steps before stopping.

"Gold Medal Killer, that's it?"

Lin Mo shook his head slowly and sheathed the knife.

His face was calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Without looking at each other, he turned around and left.

"thump--"

The corpse fell to its knees behind him.

A subtle line of blood appeared on his neck.

If you don't look carefully, it's not even easy to detect.

It was obvious that Lin Mo's swordsmanship had reached a new level.

Compared with the previous rough knife skills that could only open and close, and easily cut off people's heads, it has been greatly improved.

the next day.

The body of gold medal killer Dayang Yinkou was discovered by a beggar scavenging.

Suddenly he saw two corpses in this ghost place, and the beggar was frightened.

He had seen a lot of dead people.

It was just the first time he had seen the person in front of him face down and die in a kneeling posture.

After regaining consciousness, the beggar wanted to turn around and leave.

But I saw that the two dead people were well dressed.

So he smiled and started the skillful corpse touch mode.

only……

The more I touch it, the worse it feels.

Jacket pockets, empty.

The lower body pockets are also empty.

The same goes for Xiao Yan, the coachman next to him.

The smile on the beggar's face faded.

"His pocket is cleaner than my face!"

"Two poor guys deserve to die, and no one will collect their bodies here!"

"Bah, bad luck!"

The beggar stepped out of the door cursing.

But then, he walked back again.

With great effort, he took off the clothes from the two corpses.

Not even the shoes were spared.

"Everyone is dead, so there's no point keeping the clothes, so just think of it as a good deed and lend it to me!"

After comforting himself, the beggar left with satisfaction.

Two naked bodies were left lying quietly in the abandoned house.