God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 80

"Who asked you to kill me?" Zhang Chuan squatted in front of the big man. Although he was very happy when someone came to give him money, he couldn't stand the wave after wave of people.

In a few days, he will participate in the Martial Arts Conference. If this continues, his plan will be disrupted.

"Do you think I'll tell you?" The big man replied with a sneer.

"Okay then." Zhang Chuan didn't press the question, but just looked at him quietly.

Seeing that Zhang Chuan didn't continue to press the question, the big man showed a contemptuous expression on his face. He felt that the guy in front of him didn't dare to do anything to him.

But suddenly, his vision began to distort, everything around him became blurred, and a palm protruded from the soil.

Immediately afterwards, the big man found a pair of cold eyes staring at him. His body trembled, and then he felt a cold liquid dripping on his head.

The next moment, a ferocious head rolled to the ground, his eyes were still looking straight at the big man, his eyes were full of resentment and anger, blood was still oozing from his eye sockets, his mouth was open, as if talking about something.

The big man recognized that this was one of his mission goals, but now, it appeared here.

Even if such a bizarre thing happened, he still remained unmoved. He knew this situation too well, but it was just some small tricks, and he could do the same.

"Idiot, this method is trying to scare me?" The big man's eyes were full of disdain, and he even spit out punctuation.

But the head actually flew up and bit his neck. In an instant, blood gushed out, staining the collar of the big man red.

The pain stimulated his brain, and the big man finally reacted. He used all his strength, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of his head.

"Damn it, let me go!" the big man roared with all his strength.

But the harder he pushed, the deeper the head bit into. Finally, he felt that his neck was almost broken, and then the head disappeared.

"Do you think this will make me submit?" The big man grinned grinningly, "These are leftovers from Lao Tzu's play!"

Zhang Chuan, who was standing aside, frowned. Even if he used this method, it would have no effect.

He changed his mind, if he didn't send it to dig Zhenjin, at least he could get back some blood.

Just as the big man was shouting, he suddenly heard footsteps nearby.

The big man's eyes suddenly became vigilant, and he knew that it might be another hallucination.

A group of people in white coats came over, "Did you call the emergency call?" One of the middle-aged doctors came over and asked.

But he didn't speak, no matter what he said, he might fall into a trap.

"You seem to be seriously injured and need to be treated!" The middle-aged doctor said, took out a spray, and sprinkled it on the big man's wound, and the wound stopped bleeding immediately.

Even broken bones began to heal.

"What is this!" The big man asked in surprise, because even the genuine energy in his body disappeared slowly.

This is the first time he has seen this miraculous healing spray.

If he can get a bottle, it will definitely help him in his missions in the future, and he can even move his body a little bit.

All this seems to be real, because only true energy will not lie to oneself.

"This is Eagle Country's latest product. If you want to buy it, I can sell you a bottle, but you have to sign this form."

The middle-aged doctor took out a piece of paper and handed it to the big man.

On this piece of paper, the name and contact information are marked, "After you write your name on it, we will send it to you."

The big man who took the form easily signed his name. Anyway, it's a fake name, so it doesn't matter to him.

The moment he finished writing, he suddenly felt a slight tingling in his thumb.

A silver needle was stuck on it.

Then his whole body went numb, and he collapsed on the ground. Everything disappeared. His body did return to its original state, but again, the previous ones were still hallucinations.

Zhang Chuan walked over with a smile, picked up his thumb, and pressed down on the paper.

"In this way, the contract is established." He nodded and said to the big man, "Then I wish you good luck!"

In the blink of an eye, the big man fell into darkness.

Bao Ran was pacing back and forth in the room, waiting for the big man's reply. According to usual, it should only take three to five days for a reply, but now it has been a week.

The opponent is just a martial artist. Even if he is a martial artist or even an innate martial artist, he doesn't need so long, right?Even if the mission fails, at least tell yourself.

Could it be that something happened to the other party?
Suddenly, he couldn't help worrying, he knew that a big man was not simple, if something happened to the other party, then what kind of existence did he provoke?
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the worries in his mind.

He didn't believe that a martial artist could kill an innate martial artist.

The more fear in his heart, he always had a premonition that the young man named Zhang Chuan would find him.

At this moment, I couldn't help but secretly regret in my heart, why did I provoke such a guy.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, startling him.

He hurriedly picked up his cell phone, it was a text message from the Martial Arts Conference, with the time and address written on it, and he could attend it when the time came.

Seeing the content of the text message, Furan finally let out a long breath.

No matter what, he still has to think about the martial arts conference now. After all, as long as he gets the attention of those powerful people, even if Zhang Chuan knows about it, he won't be able to cause trouble for him.

He is still very confident in his own strength.

After reading the text message, he put the phone aside and sat back on the chair.

"This time, I must pass the Martial Arts Conference and win the favor of those strong men, otherwise, I'm afraid I'm doomed!" He muttered to himself, thinking of this, his complexion became even more gloomy.

Zhang Chuan, who was far away on the other side, sneezed and touched his nose, "Is someone scolding me?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Chuan's eyes, and then he put the matter behind him.

In this world, strength is king.

Only when you are strong enough can you not be bullied!

The Martial Arts Conference is about to start, and Zhang Chuan and the others boarded Tiecheng's car. They had to arrive at the airport first, and then take the cruise ship. I don't know how far the venue of the Martial Arts Conference is.

When the car drove for more than ten minutes, Zhang Chuan saw the airport in the distance, where a luxury plane was parked, waiting for people to board the plane.

"I'm going to board the plane in a while. Do you have anything else to prepare? Don't think about it until you get on the plane." Tie Cheng, who was driving a sports car, asked the people behind him.

(End of this chapter)