Chapter 64: The Assassin
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After waiting for nearly half an hour in the reception hall, the receptionist finally handled everything properly. Two plots of land, plus all the handling fees and other expenses, totaled 1.08 million. Ye Ming paid immediately, and then they began to move the grave.
Relocating the tomb, Ye Ming naturally had to go and watch, and besides, the ashes of the two elderly people, Ye Ming had always held them in his own hands, not letting anyone else touch them.
It took a whole day to move his parents' graves into the Imperial Cloud Cemetery. The workers who helped with the move also knew that Ye Ming and Cheng Shenhai had different surnames, and they all looked at Ye Ming with complex eyes. For the entire day, he never put down the urns of his foster parents, this feeling was much deeper than that of his biological parents.
After finishing everything, Ye Ming knelt in front of his parents' grave for another half an hour. As the sky grew darker and night fell, he slowly got up and turned to leave.
But just then, a figure suddenly fell from 100 meters behind the cemetery, walking slowly and leisurely, strolling to Ye Ming's face.
This is a man in white clothes, with extremely long hair that reaches his waist, similar to a woman's. His face is pale and his lips are bright red, making him look particularly eerie in the evening.
At the time of the man's appearance, three more people emerged from three other directions, two men and one woman. The men were twins with a red star on their foreheads, wearing blue shirts and yellow robes respectively. The woman had an ordinary face but a cold expression, exuding a murderous aura all over her body.
These four people, dressed as if they were Taoist priests from the Qingfeng Daoist Temple, could be seen by Ye Ming that they were all Chinese, but their various appearances were extremely inconsistent with ordinary people, and it was clear that they belonged to the category of martial artists.
"Look at you, dressed up like humans but not quite, like ghosts, as if there's no place for you to survive in this world." Ye Ming patted the dust off his knees and said calmly.
The evil-looking man opposite him sneered and smiled, "No wonder you're someone we've come to kill, you really do have some guts."
Ye Ming glanced at the four of them and sneered: "Don't think you're that great, whether or not you can kill me depends on your skills."
The eccentric man didn't care at all, sized up Ye Ming for a while, and suddenly said: "We don't necessarily need your life, as long as you can give us enough spirit stones, we can turn against our employer."
Ye Ming sneered and smiled, a hint of chill flashing in his eyes. "I don't have any spiritual stones, but I do have a life, you can come and take it if you want."
"Ungrateful."
The strange man let out a cold hum, his head turned, and the long hair that fell to his waist suddenly rolled out, as if it were a ghost, ordinary people would be scared to death.
Ye Ming's figure flashed, extremely fast, before the black-haired man could even react, he had already arrived in front of the white-clothed man, his hands formed into a palm shape, and struck out towards the man's chest.
The man's face didn't change color, his head rolled over once, and his long hair suddenly split apart, rolling towards Ye Ming's hands.
"Ghosting!"
Briefly exchanging blows, Ye Ming already knew that this man's strength was only that of a second-tier martial artist. Without dodging, his hands reached out towards the black hair, and in the instant it wrapped around him, Ye Ming's right hand shook, and a dark-colored Heavenly Dragon Magic Origin burst forth, completely pulverizing the black hair.
"What?"
The man's face changed greatly as he thought that Ye Ming wouldn't be simple, but he hadn't expected him to be so strong. Looking at his abilities, he was at least a third-stage cultivator!
A third-tier warrior is already considered a very formidable person on Earth today, and when dealing with a second-tier warrior like myself, they have an overwhelming advantage.
At this point, the man hastily shouted at the other three: "What are you looking at? Let's go together! This guy is at least a third-stage strength, don't hold back!"
The other three people heard this, and their faces changed slightly at the same time. After all, there were four of them, and they all had a backup plan. Dealing with a third-level warrior, even if they couldn't kill him, they shouldn't have too much trouble injuring him.
In an instant, three figures shot out and launched an attack on Ye Ming in the cemetery.
"I'm giving you one chance." Ye Ming sneered with a smile, but deep down in his eyes, there was an endless chill.
"Hum, presumptuous!"
The strange man's hair suddenly turned into a jet-black hairpin, with the tip extremely sharp and making a whistling sound as it shot towards Ye Ming.
Ye Ming's figure remained motionless, waiting for the black hairpin to almost pierce himself when Tian Long Mo Yuan surged out again, an extremely powerful destructive force instantly shattered the hairpin.
That strange man seemed to have anticipated it, and at the moment when the club was crushed, his figure had already appeared in front of Ye Ming. A pair of fists danced out countless phantoms, as if countless fists were smashing down on Qin Feng, each with extremely strong attacking power.
"Phantom Fist!" The man's loud shout echoed through the cemetery.
At the same time, three loud shouts also fell into Ye Ming's ears. The three men formed a encirclement and launched various attacks, wanting to completely crush Ye Ming.
"Explode!"
Ye Ming let out a cold hum, his right hand suddenly stretched out, and a silver-white palm appeared, quickly transforming from Ye Ming's right hand. On this palm, there were endless starlights shining, like the starry night sky, extremely dazzling.
"Boom!!!"
In the next instant, the palm that shone with countless starlight completely shattered the numerous fists of the strange man and then heavily slammed into his chest, sending him flying several meters away.
"Crack!"
The strange man's ribcage was completely shattered, his face even paler than before, and fresh blood flowed from his mouth. The intense pain made him unable to stand up for a while.
"Mystic Step Martial Technique?"
The man covered his chest, his eyes filled with shock, muttering to himself: "How could he possibly possess a mysterious martial skill, how is that possible?"
Ye Ming, however, after striking the strange man, flashed and dodged a sword beam from the woman. With one foot on the ground, his body leaped into the air, spinning in mid-air, and with his right foot wrapped in Tianlong's magic, he fiercely kicked one of the men, sending him tumbling down from mid-air.
The man who was kicked by the Heaven Dragon Demon King's destructive power fell to the ground, and his upper body had already turned into fragments, a gruesome sight.
"He is absolutely not third-rate!"
In an instant, a thought rose in the minds of the remaining three people, "Could it be fourth-order?"
A fourth-stage warrior is an existence that cannot be resisted for them. If it were only third-stage, the four of them would have a chance to fight with all their might, but at the fourth stage, they had only one way to go - the Yellow Springs.
Ye Ming's figure landed on the ground, and he swallowed a second-grade instant energy recovery pill. The Heavenly Dragon Magic Element in his body immediately filled up. This was still Ye Ming's first time eating explosive pills in the game, and the effect was really not bad.
He raised his head and saw that the remaining three people were staring at him in shock. Ye Ming's mouth twitched, "Continue."
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