Ke Xue: A small wish list

Blood was being spilled wantonly, and heart-rending screams echoed in the deep corridor...

Ballantine smashed the wall hard with his blood-stained hands. Suddenly a hole appeared in front of him, and a small bronze box was quietly placed in the wall.

He cast a dark look at the man lying on the side with more air coming out and less air coming in. He snorted disdainfully: "Huh! Wouldn't it be over if I had just confessed earlier?"

Opening the box, there was a dark rabbit-shaped token. Holding the box, he turned and walked outside. Just as he was about to go out, the sound of police sirens came from far away...

Although he was worthy of the police, Ballantine still chose to avoid it. His time was limited and he did not want to have too much entanglement with the police.

He quickly stepped back, opened the window and jumped out, his figure disappeared into the garden in a flash...

In the middle of the night, a figure appeared at the door of the manor...

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. The man slowly walked forward. His face gradually became clearer under the street light. His slender body, exquisite suit, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and the long hair on the top of his head was pulled into a bun...

"It's too late! Immeasurable Heavenly Lord..."

He picked up the sword finger with his right hand and slowly passed it across his eyes. The golden light flowed in his eyes. After a moment, the golden light dissipated. He walked to the back of the house, sat cross-legged and chanted scriptures in a low voice...

At dawn, the young man stood up and performed a Taoist salute. His body trembled slightly, and dew fell from his body. He took out a talisman paper from his pocket with his left hand.

After muttering in his mouth, he shouted softly: "Show!"

The talisman paper spontaneously ignited and turned into a piece of black ash that looked like a butterfly, floating gently in the air and flying in one direction. The young man took out a small compass and followed behind, slowly and slowly...

In the evening, Ballantine pulled off his tie, walked toward a manor, and rang the doorbell.

The owner of the manor looked at Ballantine blankly: "Who are you?"

Ballantine grinned: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

Ten minutes later, Ballantine was sitting on the sofa, looking at the man kneeling on the ground with a frightened face, and couldn't help laughing: "Ha~"

The man kneeling on the ground trembled: "Don't kill me! Please!"

Ballantine said calmly: "You have a stone with a special shape at home. Can you tell me where it is hidden?"

The man looked at Ballantine with wide eyes, his expression seemed a little confused: "Is there... is there?"

Ballantine grabbed the man's right hand and exerted force, only to hear a crisp sound, followed by the man's heart-rending wail...

The man's thumb was bent at a weird angle.

It seemed that Ballantine's patience was exhausted: "Where is the thing!?"

The man just screamed, and Ballantine exerted another force...

"what!!!"

"thing……"

The door was kicked open with force, and the sound of impact interrupted Ballantine. He immediately took out his gun and shot three times...

"Bang bang bang!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord...this gentleman's murderous intention is too great and is not good for physical and mental health."

Ballantine looked at the visitor with alert eyes: "Who are you?"

The young man nodded: "I am a poor person, this is so polite..."

Ballantine's eyes narrowed slightly: "Chinese? Are you here to relax?"

Wei Chen shook his head slightly: "No, Pindao came here for the token. Please give it to Pindao for safekeeping. Mr. Pindao can't control it."

Ballantine's eyes turned cold: "Huh! You can't be sure, won't you know if you try?"

Pulling the trigger, the bullet came out. Wei Chen's body shook slightly, and then returned to its original position. From a distance, it looked like it had not moved, but the bullet just didn't hit him.

Seeing this scene, Ballantine's eyes moved slightly, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart. Before he could change the magazine again and shoot, he saw Wei Chen slowly take out a knife from his pocket.

Gently raising his hand, the knife cut through the air, penetrated the sofa, and was inserted into Ballantine's shoulder. A huge force took him flying three or four meters away.

Ballantine looked at the throwing knife on his shoulder with deep fear, then stood up suddenly and flew toward the window. Mochen raised his hand and threw a throwing knife.

The moment Ballantine broke the window to escape, the flying knife stabbed directly into his thigh.

Wei Chen murmured in a low voice: "Infinite Heavenly Lord..."

Looking back at the painful owner of the manor, he squatted down with a smile on his face: "Sir, I heard that you have a stone token with a special shape in your manor. Can you give it to me to take away?"

The owner of the manor had already begun to roll his eyes. Wei Chen held his right hand and observed it carefully. The man's body trembled and he quickly said: "I really don't know! I just moved here yesterday! Stop pinching my fingers! I... …”

Weichen smiled and set the man's bones, his movements were smooth and smooth, and his fingers returned to their original positions almost in the blink of an eye: "I'll leave as soon as I find something, okay?"

There were still tears hanging from the corners of the man's eyes, and the pain in his right hand reminded him that he was indeed injured just now...

Nodding blankly: "Okay..."

Weichen smiled and nodded, and then began to walk around the room. There was a compass the size of a watch in the palm of his hand, and the hands on it were swinging.

Wei Chen pinched the magic formula with his left hand, and the sword finger lightly passed in front of his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, Mochen saluted the owner of the manor, turned around and disappeared into the darkness...

On the other side, Ballantine gritted his teeth and pulled out the flying knife inserted into his shoulder blade, sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a long while, Ballantine covered his wound and looked at the blood-stained flying knife on the table in front of him: "...What a powerful Chinese!"

At dawn, Mochen walked into the mountain temple halfway up Mount Tai. After entering the cave, the three old men looked up at the totem above their heads...

The monk frowned: "The unitary chicken has also gathered with other tokens..."

The Taoist priest said calmly: "Wei Chen brought it back."

The old man in Chinese tunic suit stroked his beard: "Is your Wudang Mountain deduction technique reliable?"

The Taoist priest smiled slightly: "We'll see~"

Wei Chen came to the platform: "Master! Two seniors! The Order of the Unitary Chicken has been brought back by the disciples..."

The Taoist priest nodded: "Have you met someone who collects tokens?"

Wei Chen nodded: "We met!"

The monk frowned: "Where are you from?"

Wei Chen saluted: "The accent sounds like he's from Japan!"

The old man in Chinese tunic suit looked flushed: "You ambitious rat!"

The Taoist priest waved gently: "Are you injured?"

Wei Chen shook his head, walked forward slowly, and handed the Youji Token to the Taoist priest...

The Taoist priest nodded: "As long as you are not injured, you can go back and have a good rest! We should have a head-on confrontation with them next!"

Wei Chen saluted: "See you later, Master!"

After Wei Chen left, the monk looked back: "Now, we have obtained four of the twelve tokens. Although we don't know what they want to do by collecting the tokens, there should be no chance!"

The old man in Chinese tunic suit shook his head: "Don't be careless! There are only two unlit totems left. If they find them all, maybe the twelve tokens will automatically gather together, so be careful..."

The Taoist priest nodded: "It's best to be careful in everything, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord..."

The monk sighed: "Hey~ Amitabha..."

On the top of Mount Tai, a large eagle spreads its wings and flies high. The top of the mountain seems to stand in the sea of ​​clouds, misty and distant...