Chapter 633 Double Salary
Chapter 633 Double Salary
Ke Wenbin and Xiang Fangsu were startled and looked at the confused Ning Chaoqing with shining eyes.
Hey!
Caught!
Liang Qu grinned.
Ning Chaoqing's pupils suddenly dilated.
No.
If She Lianmei denies it, you believe it, but if I deny it, you don’t believe it?
Does this beauty trap really work?
The shrunken man, the bearded man, and She Lianmei all looked towards Ning Chaoqing.
Ning Chaoqing thought of a solution in a hurry.
"Sir Liang, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can talk about it again. Don't put such a hat on me. This is not a joke, not a joke!"
The shrunken man and the bearded man, She Lianmei's eyes flashed with realization.
It turns out that they were trying to get money by putting labels on others.
"You're kidding me, if my brother Liang says you are you, then you are it." Ke Wenbin kicked Ning Chaoqing and rode on his back, "Tell the truth! Which branch are you from? Where is your hometown? How many masters and great martial artists do you have? Why did you capture the white ape?"
Ning Chaoqing collapsed to the ground, his mouth full of yellow mud, and refused to admit it.
"You damn duck has a tough mouth!"
Ke Wenbin reached into the opponent's shoulder, trying to crush the opponent's collarbone.
Unexpectedly, the opponent seemed to have mastered some horizontal training skills, which had spanned a great realm. His bones were extremely hard and could not be bent at all.
awkward.
Smiled.
Ke Wenbin looked at Long Binglin and said, "Thank you, Brother Long, for pinching half of his collarbone and his hands and feet."
Long Binglin suppressed his smile, reached out and picked up Ning Chaoqing, and crushed his collarbone, upper arm bone, and thigh bone with his bare hands.
Ning Chaoqing was only an intermediate tiger hunter. Facing Long Binglin, he had no strength to struggle at all. His bones were no different from dead branches.
The screams like slaughtering a pig resounded through the sky.
Behind the door, Long Yao and Long Li closed their eyes.
Long Binglin was a tall and strong man with broad palms. When he stretched out his hands, he not only broke bones, but also squeezed the flesh and bones together, turning them into bone stumps and minced meat, and compressed them tightly into mud.
Not much blood was spilled.
The moment the blood vessel ruptured, it was violently pinched closed and artificially "knotted" to stop the bleeding, so that no blood could spray out.
Ning Chaoqing's eyes were bloodshot and the severe pain made him sweat profusely, soaking through his clothes.
The middle section of the arm shrank into a thin piece, and the extremities of the limbs gradually turned dark purple and swollen due to loss of blood.
Liang Qu inexplicably thought of the poodle that the clown in the amusement park tied together with long balloons.
"look up!"
Ke Wenbin grabbed Ning Chaoqing's hair, forced him to open his eyes, and let him take a good look at his limbs.
Amputation is not the most painful form of punishment, but it is not about the physical pain, but the irreversible psychological impact of becoming disabled, especially when it happens immediately after the person is injured, which can easily break down the psychological defenses.
It is true that many rare treasures can regenerate broken limbs, but it is quite rare for a great martial artist to be able to do so.
The other three people's eyes twitched.
No bargaining, just get started.
It's not like a hat...
"Bang bang."
There was a knock on the gate.
Otter opened the door bolt.
The two young monks stood outside the door with fear on their faces. They looked inside and saw She Lianmei with disheveled clothes and Ning Chaoqing screaming in pain. Their eyelids twitched and they hurried into the house to dissuade them.
"Master, save me!"
Ning Chaoqing burst into tears and sought medical help from all directions.
With blood on his hands, Ke Wenbin took out his badge, stuffed it to the little monk, and put his arms around the shoulders of the two men.
"Don't worry, little monk. This person is a criminal sent by the imperial court. We will enforce the law impartially and will definitely not harm innocent people!"
Holding the blood-stained badge, the little monk's eyes twitched. He apologized and left the courtyard.
Ke Wenbin looked at everyone in the hospital.
"Hurry, hurry, clean up!"
Liang Qu raised his hand to greet him.
He was so proud of his success that he completely forgot that this was a Buddhist temple.
Monks are the most stubborn and love to stick to their own opinions.
Long Yao and Long Li shoveled away the bloody dirt on the ground.
Ning Chaoqing's screams were indeed effective. With one shout, everyone in Wanshan Temple heard it.
The little monk is close and comes quickly.
Didn't wait to clean it up.
The abbot and Yang Dongxiong came in person to inquire.
The abbot witnessed the tragic scene and moved his rosary beads: "Donor, Buddhism is a place for pure cultivation. I provide you with food and lodging. Why do you want to..." "I understand, don't be angry, abbot. I was in a hurry and didn't think it through." Liang Qu hurriedly approached and pulled the abbot to a corner. "We are one family, one family, please be flexible."
A faint golden light filled the air.
A miniature dragon and a tiger hovering in the palm of the hand are truly extraordinary.
The abbot opened his eyes slightly.
"Vajra Kung Fu to Subdue Dragons and Tigers"! ?
"May I ask where you learned this from?"
"Vajra King."
"Amitabha."
Recite a few Buddhist mantras.
The abbot turned and left without saying a word.
No questions asked.
Nothing said.
The young monk was stunned for a moment, clasped his hands together, and followed closely.
The face of a big shot is useful everywhere.
The master is famous throughout the city, the old monk is famous throughout the province, and the King of Yue is famous throughout the world.
No matter where or when, you can always find convenience.
"Bullfrog!"
"How did you do it?"
Ke Wenbin and Xiang Fangsu were very happy.
Yang Dongxiong guessed a little when he caught a glimpse of the golden light.
Most of the temples in Lushan were influenced by the Hanging Temple. They would often gather together to discuss scriptures and must have known each other. They may have been from the same lineage hundreds of years ago.
After briefly understanding what had happened, Yang Dongxiong gave a few instructions, told them not to compete for credit with the younger generation, and turned and left.
No one disturbed him. He was dragged to a small dark room and tortured to extract a confession.
Tortured for a long time.
The three of them finally got something out of the question.
Ning Chaoqing is different from ordinary Ghost Mother believers. He does not hide in the swamp on weekdays. Instead, he is one of the masters trained by the Ghost Mother Cult outside the swamp.
He was an illegitimate child born by chance, as a result of the love between a follower of the Ghost Mother Cult and a woman on the shore.
This believer already had a wife, but he simply did not take her back with him. He provided her with resources for regular practice, and the church would assign her some tasks when necessary.
The search for the white ape is one of them.
As to whether it was the Ghost Mother Cult commissioned by the dragon, Ning Chaoqing himself had no evidence and it was purely speculation.
It’s not hard to guess.
The Dragon King issued a reward, offering territory in exchange for the ape's head. Everyone who had connections in the entire Jianghuai Lake knew about it.
The Ghost Mother Cult has no grudges against the White Ape, so they wouldn't seek trouble for no reason. They are most likely being commissioned by the Snake Clan.
"The dragon and the Ghost Mother Cult are indeed connected." Liang Qu's eyes flickered.
Ke Wenbin spread his hands: "In fact, we all know, including the imperial court, but we have no evidence. The dragon could even bite it to death. It was the ghost mother who taught me to be tempted by the reward and not take the initiative to commission it."
"It's a whole area of water. It's a place of spiritual energy. How many natural treasures can it produce? Ah Shui, what is the origin of your white ape brother that made the dragon so anxious? Is he going to cede land to look for monsters?"
"I don't know, but it is indeed powerful. It has magical powers without being a grandmaster."
Liang Qu tried to desensitize the two of them.
"You won't be able to master supernatural powers until you become a Grandmaster?"
Ke Wenbin and Xiang Fangsu looked at each other.
"It is so magical, most likely born divine. I feel that if your white ape brother is willing, he can sit down and talk with the court."
"I'll go ask about it sometime."
Liang Qu actually always wanted to give Bai Yuan a legal identity in the court.
There are dragons in the Jianghuai swamps, and it is difficult for the monsters to eat monster food.
Pian Dashun and Jiaolong don't get along, and relying on this relationship, he might be able to get the demon tribe to eat human food.
One person gets double the salary!
What's more, the intervention of the Ghost Mother Cult at present undoubtedly provides an excellent insertion point.
look.
Isn’t what the Ghost Mother Cult opposes exactly what we want to support?
Xiang Fangsu shook his head: "This matter is not urgent for now. The most urgent task is to report Ning Chaoqing's case to the court and see if there is a chance to follow the clues and make a small profit with a big investment!"
Ke Wenbin was in high spirits.
"We've been in Huangzhou for four or five days, and we've had enough fun. Ah Shui, let your merman tribe prepare. We'll go down the mountain early tomorrow morning."
"it is good!"
(End of this chapter)