Practice origin column

Chapter 126 The Rules of Killing!

"Ten Daggers, how come that old man Poison Wolf allows a newly laid wild egg to be our boss? What a big deal this is!"

A strong, shirtless man was cursing, leaning against the dark ocher wall, with one arm hugging his shoulders, and in the other hand a sparking spark was lit, billowing green smoke, made of hemp poppy. Inferior poppy tail tobacco made from kneaded flowers.

Pure poppy tail tobacco is not expensive, and hemp poppy is planted in large quantities by many star regions.

But the poppy tail smoke is strong and effective, even a maintenance person will become celestial with just one, and regard the first sow as a fairy.

However, it was obvious that the opium tail tobacco in this man's hands was not pure enough and the smoke was very choking, but even so, it was very enjoyable for this man who had just saved his life from outside and had a cell bandage on his lower abdomen.

'Whoosh whoosh...'

As the name suggests, the man called Ten Daggers had very nimble fingers, long and strong, like crab claws, and was currently playing with two daggers with his fingertips.

It is said to be a dagger, but it is actually two thin pieces of iron, which have been polished into a sharp shape, and afterimages dance between the fingers of the ten daggers, making a rustling sound that even the eyes cannot catch.

"What's the matter? Hehe, they say that boy was brought back by Poisonous Wolf, but they say he was seriously injured and may not survive."

Shi Dagger closed his eyes and flicked his fingers, and the two iron pieces rotated and fell back into his sleeve pockets, without even touching the corners of his clothes.

"It's best to die! He obviously only has the strength of a one-dimensional mid-level, but he dares to take the position of the boss of Grimace. I think he is tired of working!"

A shabby-looking man in black, with two mouse teeth protruding from his lips, and a pair of dark eyes, suddenly spoke.

The other people's eyes exchanged quietly, but no one spoke again.

It's just because this person is a pony boy with a grimace, and it's him who made everyone gather outside the two-storey house.

The meaning is self-evident.

Ghost Face is quite powerful, reaching the mid-level two-dimensional level. Only a few people in the East Nine District can compete with him. In his early years, Ghost Face even followed the contemporary Poisonous Wolf and went out to make several big deals.

Therefore, no one is willing to take a stand until the situation is clear.

Those present are all oily-skinned people, who naturally know how to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and if they have milk, they are mothers.

"Huh? It's coming, it's coming..."

Suddenly, there were a few rustling coughing sounds, and everyone was shocked. The strong smoking man stood up quickly, threw down the cigarette butt, and stomped on it with his toes.

"Everyone, let me introduce to you..."

Grimace led Sikong through the crowd, pushed open the gate, and walked straight into the courtyard.

At the end of the patio, on the three steps, there is a silver-white bow chair, which is stable and flat. Behind the bow chair is a cluster of variegated wolf hairs, which are bifurcated and hang down to the armrest of the bow chair.

However, there was a hint of ruthlessness and cunning aura coming from the hair of the variegated wolf, and even more faintly from the deep wolf moaning, howling in the night.

Many people walked into the courtyard, and their eyes were instantly attracted by the silver-white chair. Their eyes suddenly turned red, and their breathing became cloudy. But when they saw the grimace with a weird smile, they could only let go of their fists, honestly. Really stand under the stairs and in the patio.

"This one is Sikong, oh, he is the boss hand-picked by Poisonous Wolf."

Grimace smiled at the people below, but bit the word 'hand-picked' very hard.

"Big, hello everyone! From now on, I, I will be your boss!"

Sikong's current appearance is really not good.

There is not a single hair on the melon seed of the head, and the pores are all gone. Even the eyebrows and eyelashes are only a few shallow hairs, curled up stubbornly on the skin.

Some immature faces seemed to be blushing from excitement.

Sikong stood up straight with great effort, but everyone could see that Sikong's not-so-tall body was flimsy and weak, his legs were even trembling slightly, he was completely sick.

The cultivation base is only one-dimensional middle-level, and the aura fluctuates up and down, which is very unstable.

Is such a young boy actually becoming the little boss and our boss?

More than 20 people looked at each other in blank dismay, but their hearts were a little more indifferent.

No one called him the boss, all eyes quietly focused on the grimace beside Sikong.

"Oh, Sikong, we have two rules in East Ninth District."

Sensing everyone's thoughts, he grimaced grimly and turned to look at Sikong.

Sikong scratched his head, his shiny head was dazzlingly white, and asked doubtfully: "What are the rules?"

He made a grimace and said nothing, but looked down at the more than 20 people at the foot of the stairs.

Looking at it, everyone lowered their heads one after another, avoiding their eyes.

Then, the grimace's hand lightly brushed over the silver-white armchair, brushing away the hairs hanging from the armrest, and then sat down on the silver-white armchair boldly!

"The first rule is that when the strength of the little boss has not reached the second dimension, his leader will take care of the affairs of the area temporarily, and he can practice with all his heart."

Ghostface sat high on the armchair, with his hands on the red-striped armrests, looking deeply at Sikong, smiling but not smiling, waiting for Sikong's answer.

Unexpectedly, Sikong looked like a chicken pecking at rice, and nodded one after another: "Yeah, that should be the case, then thank you for your kindness, Brother Ghost Face, I will definitely practice seriously!"

Everyone at the bottom of the stairs sneered. They thought Sikong, a stupid young man, would make a big fuss, but they didn't expect him to be a weakling. He was defeated before even seeing Ghostface make any move.

'It seems that the general trend has been decided. '

"Then, the second rule..."

Grimace made a long voice, leaned forward suddenly, held the armrest, put his head out of the chair, and said with a smile: "In order to thank the guide for his kindness, you have to kneel and kowtow to thank me for my great kindness."

Many people laughed and shook their heads, clapped their heads, and looked at Sikong on the stairs jokingly, as if expecting good intentions.

Seeing Sikong's hippie smiling face, he didn't care at all, patted his knees, and walked straight to the chair.

"It should, it should. Please ask Brother Grimace to take care of my little brother in the future."

Sikong cupped his hands and said with a smile, as if he was about to kneel down.

"Hahaha! Easy to say, easy to say!"

The grimace finally couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and he sat back in the bow chair, laughed loudly, and slapped his hands on the armrest hard.

Sikong had a flattering look on his face, and his knees slowly bent.

'Crack...'

Sikong's leg bones crackled, his body sank, and his knees gradually came closer to the ground.

'This kid is so tolerant, is he really a fool? '

"I didn't expect to kneel, but it's a character..."

Seeing this, many people under the stairs felt turbulent.

The grimace leaned back on the bow chair, looking at Sikong who was about to kneel down, his heart was full of heroism, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a carefree arc.

close, close...

The distance between Sikong's knee and the ground gradually narrowed.

'Bang! ! '

Suddenly, just as the grimace's gaze was looking into the distance, and the pride of being in charge of the world arose in his heart, Sikong moved!

The power of the soles of the feet, like a taut crossbow arrow, left the string and jumped directly in front of Grimace.

His bent legs are just accumulating strength for a better attack!
Martial arts awareness!

Sikong's mental realm tumbled out and rushed directly into Ghost Face's mind, causing chaos and chaos.

'court death! '

Ghostface was worthy of being a tiger and wolf warrior. He had experienced thousands of fights. At this moment, he reacted quickly. He bit the tip of his tongue and struck out with his palm after the sting.

'Pfft! '

Suddenly, there was a sound that was like piercing the paper, and Ghost Face felt a pain in his heart. Ghost Face lowered his head blankly, and saw a line as thin as silk, still curling and stretching, coming from his chest.

The lines were originally colorless, but now they were mottled red because they were stained with blood.

"How is it possible..." Grimace muttered.

"kill!!"

Sikong yelled angrily, crossed his hands, grabbed Grimace's head directly, followed the momentum of the landing, and twisted it fiercely!
'Crack...'

There was a sound of bones breaking, and Grimace's neck suddenly collapsed, lying almost vertically on his shoulders, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached.

That pair of eyes that never die, still looked at the people before him in astonishment.

Sikong turned around, directly lifted Grimace's corpse, threw it aside, put his hands on his knees, and slowly sat on the silver-white armchair.

"Tell me, what other rules do you have..." Sikong said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)