Chapter Seventy-Five: Reunion with an Old Acquaintance
Liu San and the others were taken aback, they had never seen a middle-aged scholar with such an expression. Liu San's eyes flashed, he rubbed his palms together, took a few steps towards Wang Lin's position, and said in a low voice: "Sir, what's wrong with my little brother? Has he been implicated by us and suffered a bloody disaster?"
Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly glanced at the middle-aged scholar without saying a word. He heard Cui Nan's voice in his ear, neither fast nor slow.
"This little doll has some meaning, this physiognomy is quite skillful, but for ordinary people it's still a bit mysterious. However, for us cultivators, it's just a bit of trickery. I just transmitted my memories of killing and annihilating families to him earlier, hehe, now he can't take it."
The middle-aged scholar was sweating profusely in just a short while, and his gaze at Wang Lin was no longer as calm as before, but instead showed a deep sense of reverence. He listened to Liu San's words and hastily waved his hand, saying: "It has nothing to do with the young... brother, the young brother's future is unpredictable, and Wang Mou's physiognomy skills are not refined enough, can't see through... can't see through." After finishing speaking, he repeatedly bowed, with a bitter expression on his face.
What he saw just now has thoroughly shocked him, it was simply a hell on earth, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and all the people were obviously not ordinary humans, flying in the sky and escaping from the ground, omnipotent. The middle-aged scholar had learned the family's traditional face-reading technique since childhood, had seen and known much, deeply knew that there existed immortals in the world, many things once got involved, feared to have a fatal disaster.
Liu San furrowed his brow, just about to speak, when suddenly a mournful cry came from afar. A huge human head flew through the air in an arc, thrown from a distance, and landed with a few rolls before coming to a stop near the fire pit.
Liu San's face changed greatly, he recognized that the person was actually the escort of the security agency responsible for patrolling around, and immediately stood up abruptly.
Yang Sen grasped the man's head with one hand and clenched his fist, shouting loudly: "Ergou, brother swears to avenge you!"
At this moment, all the escorts of the escort agency drew out their weapons and looked around with a fierce gaze.
A tall, dark-faced man stood beside Liu San, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, and in a low, stern voice he said: "That good fellow on the road has come here, but it seems he doesn't understand the rules at all."
A gloomy and sinister laugh echoed, accompanied by a rustling sound, as dozens of black-clad men emerged from the ground on all sides, brushing off dust from their bodies while coldly staring at the majestic guards.
"Kai Shan Zhang Liu San, hand over your belongings and we'll leave immediately. Otherwise, not a single person in this place will be left alive." A frail old man slowly emerged from the group of black-clad men.
Liu San's face sank like water, and he growled: "I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be you, Baldy Song Xing."
The old man sneered and said in a cold tone, "You with the surname Liu, don't tell lies in front of me. Your Wuwu Escort Agency is openly transporting red goods this time, but secretly bringing back a 500-year-old ginseng. Hand it over and you'll be spared, don't risk everything for something that's not worth it and put everyone in danger."
Liu San furrowed his brow, glanced at the people around him, and thought to himself: "How did this bald eagle Song Xing know that I had hidden ginseng? It seems that there must be a traitor among our peers." As he thought of this, he suddenly swept his gaze over and looked at Wang Lin, sneering coldly.
He gave Black Face Han a dirty look, took a few steps forward, clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Don't say I don't have this kind of ginseng, even if I do, with your Song Hang's martial arts skills, you can't snatch it from my hands."
The black-faced man seemed to understand tacitly and quietly walked behind Wang Lin.
Wang Lin furrowed his brow, and suddenly the middle-aged scholar stepped forward to block the black-faced man, shouting: "What are you doing? This young brother is not a spy."
The man with the dark face hesitated, just about to speak.
At this moment, Bald Eagle Song burst out laughing and said loudly: "Surnamed Liu, I am no match for you, but today, our great senior has personally taken action, you are dead for sure." After finishing speaking, he retreated several steps back, shouting loudly: "Welcome the arrival of Great Senior." As he spoke, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his manner extremely respectful.
Look around again, the black-clothed men were all fanatical, prostrating themselves on the ground, following Song Xing's movements and loudly chanting: "Welcome to the great Dang Nian's arrival."
A cold voice suddenly came from all directions: "Hand over the ginseng, or die!" As soon as the words fell, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the dark, carrying intense heat, and instantly hit a guard of the pawnshop. The guard didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry, and immediately turned into a pile of black charcoal along with the weapon in his hand.
At this moment, everyone in the agency was stunned, and some even dropped their weapons to the ground with a clang.
Yang Sen's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed: "This... what kind of hidden weapon is this?"
The heat waves ceaselessly emanate from that pile of black coal, with guards standing around, their fur curled up and revealing their scorched faces.
Liu San's face was also shocked, and he took a few steps back, staring blankly at the pile of black charcoal on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.
The black-faced man's eyes showed a hint of fear, and he trembled as he said: "Immortal... immortal magic?" As for this black-faced man, when he was young, he had also taken the test to join the Xianmen sect. After being eliminated, he set foot on the Jianghu road. The childhood memories were deeply stimulating to him, and now that he saw the fireball technique, he immediately associated it with his past.
Song Xing's face was full of pride and he said loudly: "That's right, we were the immortals back then. Hurry up and bring us the ginseng!"
Everyone in the escort agency looked at Liu San with pleading eyes, as if ordinary people still had the courage to fight, but the opponent was an immortal, and this group of men lost their will to fight in an instant.
Liu San's face was bitter and astringent. Just as he was about to speak, three fireballs suddenly appeared silently and floated motionlessly in mid-air.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his interest was greatly aroused. From the power of this fireball technique, the person who cast it was absolutely no more than the third layer of the Qi Condensation stage. He stroked his chin, swept his divine sense, and suddenly sensed the person who had cast the spell on a large tree not far away.
"Huh?" Wang Lin was taken aback. The person casting the spell was about 28 or 29 years old, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the second layer of the Condensing Gas stage, looking like he could break through to the third layer at any moment. This young man's face was gloomy, with several deep scars on his face, making him look quite ferocious at first glance, but Wang Lin found himself becoming more and more familiar with him as he looked closer.
The middle-aged scholar sighed and said: "Old willow, hand it over. Even if the master finds out, he won't blame us. The other party is an immortal, how can we mortals resist?"
Liu San hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out a palm-sized brocade box from his bosom and placed it on the ground.
As soon as the brocade box fell to the ground, it suddenly floated up and flew backwards instead of being sent to the other party, and was caught in Wang Lin's hand.
