Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

Zhao Laowu stayed away all night, which was normal.

Because although the Dajiang Gang can come in and out during the day, it will be under martial law at night. If you don't leave in the evening, you won't be able to leave at night.

But he still hadn't come back the next morning, which was a bit of a problem.

I waited until mid-morning and still hadn’t come back, so there was a problem.

Someone couldn't hold himself back and asked Jiang Changming, "Jiang Changming, where is Zhao Laowu?"

"Zhao Laowu? What does his whereabouts have to do with me?"

"He is not with you..."

"What are you talking about with me? I've never seen this person before!"

"How come you haven't seen it? Zhao Laowu and we worked together to get the money, collected ten taels of silver, and came to you to buy travel expenses!"

"I've never seen it before!"

Jiang Changming said impatiently: "You have to chip in to buy a toll? You won't be deceived by him, right?"

As soon as he said this, everyone panicked.

Ten taels of silver was a huge amount of money, and it was possible for people to escape in a heartbeat.

Then everyone who had paid money gathered together, and after a little totaling, they suddenly discovered that the amount of silver they had collected was not ten taels, but thirty-five taels!

Co-author Zhao Laowu kept saying that he didn't have enough money, which was all lies. In fact, he had already collected ten taels of silver, but he wanted more!

This time, the fact that Zhao Laowu defrauded money and then ran away was confirmed!

Thirty-five taels of silver!

That's too much. You know, Dajiang Gang's monthly salary is only one tael. Ten taels of silver is only one tael!

Thirty-five taels is enough for Dajiang Gang’s salary for three hundred and fifty months!

Everyone was frustrated.

At the same time, on this day, more people have developed their internal strength.

As a result, the remaining people became even more anxious.

In the afternoon, someone else proposed the same method as Zhao Laowu.

But this time everyone learned their lesson and found a man with a family and business in the city to take the money.

In this way, if he runs away, everyone can go directly to his home.

At night, Zhou Ming came out again and went directly to the place where he met Jiang Changming last night.

At this time, he used the method of changing his skin again, turning into a thin man with fierce eyes and a mask on his face.

Jiang Changming saw that he was a stranger and did not dare to come out.

Zhou Ming directly took out ten taels of silver and threw it to Jiang Changming. This was found from the people of the Black Tiger Gang, totaling one hundred and thirty-eight taels.

In a famine, money is useless, and the people of the Black Tiger Gang have made a lot of money through this.

Most of them were probably handed over to Wang Hu, otherwise it would be more than that.

"Aren't you taking someone to the black market? Can you take me with you?"

As soon as Jiang Changming received the money, he thought to himself that there was still money left to die in vain?

He said hurriedly: "Okay, but I still have to wait for someone."

Zhou Ming kept silent and waited silently.

Not long after, the person who collected the money came. The three of them came to yesterday's house together, jumped down the dry well, entered the tunnel, and walked zigzag for a while. Jiang Changming suddenly knocked on the wall a few times, then continued to move forward, and walked again. After walking for a while, the vision suddenly opened up.

There was a creaking sound behind him, and a strange stone door was pushed shut. The passage he had just walked through instantly turned into a dead end.

"I see, if you knock the signal in front, the people here will open the door manually, and then close it after entering. Because there is still a distance between the two places, it is more secretive."

Zhou Ming understood clearly and wrote down the order and strength of Jiang Changming's blows just now.

After passing the stone gate, two rows of torches illuminated the road ahead, revealing a short path with stalls on both sides.

Both stall owners and passers-by generally wear masks to hide their identities, and speak in a low voice when communicating, making the entire black market look extremely weird.

There are also several shops carved out of stone walls.

"This is the black market. Here, you can not only buy elixirs that promote internal strength, but also... hmm? Where is the other person?"

Jiang Changming introduced in a low voice, turned his head, and suddenly found that only one of the two people following him was left.

"I...I don't know?" The remaining person looked confused.

"Damn it! Let him go!"

Jiang Changming gritted his teeth: "But it doesn't matter. He only knows this way, and he will definitely go back through this way. If you stay there, you can always wait!"

He now knows that the people in the Dajiang Gang's martial arts arena came here through pooled funds, and they are extremely poor.

In contrast, the other person who came over may be the real big fat sheep!

At this time, Jiang Changming was no longer in the mood to continue, and said directly: "I brought you to the black market. Buy whatever you want."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He wanted to call his three brothers to guard the house and not let the big fat sheep escape.

At this time, Zhou Ming had already browsed around the black market for a while and spotted a stall owner who was selling secret books. He was only at level nine and felt weaker than him.

On the stall, there are about a dozen secret books.

Zhou Ming picked up a book and looked at it. The words written on it were nonsense. They were 100% fake and purely meant to fool people.

“Don’t look at it if you don’t want to buy it!”

The stall owner snatched back the books.

Zhou Ming asked: "What's the price?"

"One denarius a piece!"

This price... It seems that the stall owner is also self-aware and knows what he is selling.

"I want them all."

Zhou Ming took out a tael of silver.

"You're blind. One book costs only one penny, but I have more than ten books!"

The stall owner said angrily, but suddenly met Zhou Ming's eyes.

For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he saw a kitchen knife coming towards him, and he was immediately frightened and retreated.

When he woke up, his heart was filled with fear.

"One tael of silver, I want it all."

"Okay...ok, I'll pack it for you right now..."

The stall owner was too busy to wrap up all the books on the stall and hand them to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming gave him the money and said, "Tell me where I can buy the real secret book."

"Then, there, the Secret Martial Arts Pavilion, the martial arts there are authentic, but there are questions about their origins."

"Thank you."

Zhou Ming picked up a dozen secret books and turned to leave.

The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put away his stall, turned around and left the black market.

"It seems that my trick is quite effective."

Zhou Ming thought to himself that in addition to practicing martial arts these days, he has also been trying to develop his natural abilities.

After much consideration, he gathered his own spirit, the memory of killing people, and the murderous aura that existed or not, all in his eyes, which could frighten people.

He named this move Murderous Eye.

Today is my first attempt.

In the Secret Martial Pavilion, an old man was lying directly on a recliner, and the counter next to him was filled with books.

"Boss, how do you sell these martial arts skills?"

"A hundred taels of low-grade martial arts, a thousand taels of medium-grade martial arts, no superior martial arts, no inner strength and mental skills. Once you buy it, you will not be held responsible!"

The boss didn't seem to pose any threat, but the faint internal energy fluctuations coming from his body told Zhou Ming that he was a powerful warrior.

The books on the counter are all sewn shut, and only the first few pages can be opened and viewed.

The book is in mint condition and is obviously a later copy.

Zhou Ming only had one hundred and thirty-eight taels on him, and he gave away eleven taels, leaving him with one hundred and twenty-seven taels of silver, so he could only buy a low-grade martial arts book.

He rummaged through those Qing Gong books, and it took him a long time to find one.

"Boss, I want this copy."

The old man raised his head and glanced: "Hey, Flying on the Grass? You have a good eye. I am in the store. Among the low-grade Qinggong, Flying on the Grass is considered the best one. Leave a hundred taels of silver and take the book with you."

Zhou Ming paid the money and left the store.

The moment he came out of the Secret Martial Pavilion, Zhou Ming felt countless eyes falling on him.

Obviously, the martial arts worth one hundred taels of silver has attracted their attention.

However, there is still some order in this black market, and no one dares to take action directly.

Otherwise, it may not seem to exist, but it actually monitors all black market managers and will give them a head-on attack.

Zhou Ming came to the side, opened the Fei Qinggong on Cao Shang and watched it. After memorizing them all, he took out more than ten fake cheat books sold by the previous stall owner and watched them one by one.

Most of them are fabrications, but among the real and fake, there are some real things.

A kicking technique, which should be from Buddhist martial arts, has only one move "all four elements are empty".

A palm technique, including half of the 'Heart-Destroying Palm'.

The four elements are all in vain. After all, it is still a complete move, but the Heart-Destroying Palm only has half a move. If you practice this way, there will definitely be chaos in the internal power movement, and you will kill people first and hurt yourself first.

But it was nothing to Zhou Ming.

His inner strength could never harm him.

"It seems that these fake martial arts are not worthless..."

Zhou Ming looked at the black market, where there were many people selling fake martial arts.

"However, many people are eyeing me now, so it's not suitable for me to mess around. Let's buy it next time with a different identity."

Zhou Ming picked up a secret book, lit it directly with the torch hanging on the wall next to it, and then put all the other secret books into the fire!

But it was burned directly!

"Boiled!"

A stall owner cursed loudly. In his heart, these secret books, especially the one flying on grass, were already his own!