Otherworldly Merchant

The Jiangjia brothers stuffed tobacco wire in their cigarette bags and did not lift their heads to say: “There is an old saying in our line of work called: Jiangnan Charm Dust, Jiangbei invites the spirit, Lingdong Sword Fire Festival, while the West is poisonous! Though this man's kung fu is correct, the formula of this medicine seems to be less refined, much like the practice of the Xiyun precious area of the border. Leung Mingli is the most familiar with the road, which is also his strong point. ”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked to Liang Mingli.

The dwarf little old man was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, confused and almost asleep.

As soon as he heard the Jiang brothers mention his name, he shook his little hands and rubbed his eyes. He put aside his big bag, which he had been holding in his arms, and stood up from his seat.

This guy is also about a meter and two tall, with a big head like a winter melon, living off is a Wu Dalang.

He stepped on the chair and almost lay on the table, barely reaching the iron plate.

Nor did he see how he made a move and grabbed a black smoke from his broken arm. The black cigarette was elongated and stretched, slowly painted under the dance of those little hands.

It's a face!

That face was drawn from black smoke, except that Shaw was suspended in the air. The face looks very young, the cheekbones slightly tall, the eye socket deeply trapped, does not seem to be Han.

Later, Liang Mingli caught another smear of vermilion into his eyebrow. After this moment, the face immediately survived.

Frowns wrinkle tightly and bite lips as if they were extremely painful.

Everyone here is an expert. At first glance, this must be the owner of the broken arm. The black smoke that makes up the human face is the appalling cruelty of that person.

There are three souls and seven spirits. After people die, the spirits are scattered. There is nothing strange about the fact that any person who has been slightly cultivated can gather his soul and reproduce it.

But he just broke an arm, and his life wasn't lost. But this little old man can still extract his soul with a broken arm, and this is amazing!

Bang! I was surprised. Leung Mingli suddenly slapped his hand.

The man's face immediately became extremely distorted and immediately, black smoke spread, gradually forming another portrait.

This is a very strange situation, like having an invisible hand that floats in the middle of the sky and paints sand.

There are three people standing side by side, one of whom is the owner of this broken arm.

The three of them lay in the snow, staring straight ahead, parked a big boat in the cold ice in the distance, obviously this is the icebreaker where we are.

The black smoke slowly flowed and the image followed closely.

The images are made up of black smoke, black and white, just like an old black and white TV floating in the sky.

The three leading square-faced men made a gesture, and the three jumped together and went into a black hole under the snow.

According to the picture, it should be the ice hole on the river!

The three men approached the big boat very quickly, underwater as if they were travelling fish. One of the little guys looked like a gecko, climbed up against the side of the boat, and then the other two got on board.

The square-faced man made a gesture and the three of them disappeared into the dark.

The images continued to flow, at a time when only the owner of the broken arm was left, and he jumped up and down very carefully, avoiding a group of mercenaries on patrol.

As we approached the warehouse, we encountered a post where two mercenaries were guarding with assault rifles. Access is extremely small and cannot be bypassed at all.

The man waited for a while and suddenly jumped and plundered in front of them.

The two mercenaries shook their bodies for a moment and stopped moving.

He continued to run forward, as if he was extremely familiar with the construction of the boat, bending around, going straight to the second floor, the room where we all live.

I just touched the end of the hallway and suddenly a figure appeared.

Though the lights shine, the light is bright and white, some of the blurred ones are not clearly visible, but they can still be distinguished, and this figure is the Hill Wizard. Because his body was covered in black robes and even his head was tight, the metal mask on his face was backlit with a golden light.

Immediately afterwards, the images were messy and could not be seen clearly at all.

When the black smoke settles again, it turns into a broken arm, exactly like in a tabletop iron plate.

Liang Mingli clapped again.

When the black smoke dissipates, even the arms in the plate become a black smoke.

When it sounded, the ring worn on the index finger fell off and fell on the plate to make a slight noise!

Liang Mingli stalled the crowd as if he were saying: "My show is over. ”

I was surprised by this.

This guy can not only extract the wreckage from his broken arm, he can even extract memories —— memories about his arm!

It's amazing how he thinks of the arm itself as an independent creature, refining the memory, and then replicating it with his soul.

For more than a dozen seconds, no one spoke.

I wonder if Leung Myung Li's craftsmanship also shocked me, or something else.

“Looks like this is the statue.” William nodded, "thank you Mr. Leung for solving the puzzle! After the incident, we pulled all the surveillance records, but we didn't find any images, and they skilfully avoided all the camera dead spots, and even before that, we didn't know that three assassins had actually infiltrated. ”

“According to the images, what are your opinions? ”

“They're Japanese!” Karov spoke loudly and said very seriously: “I've had a lot of dealings with the Japanese over the years of my life in the ocean, and these guys are like... ninjas. ”

“That's right, ninja.” The Jiang brothers also swayed a cigarette bag: “In their way, it was Iga. All three of them have practiced shadow art, but where did they learn to suck blood from these nine claws? ”

Japanese ninjas? What was the purpose of their sneak aboard?

“The point now is not to discuss which faction they belong to, but to find out, what are they doing here? And where are the other two?” Fan Chung, a seemingly reckless man, also made constructive comments.

“Dead.”

Hill's very special robot sounded again: "I was struck by the smell of death, and then I met this guy. I could feel that four new dead souls had been born, and I thought they were mercenaries, but since only two mercenaries had died, the other two intruders should have died as well. ”

“Oh?” William paused a little surprised when he heard it, seemingly sweeping it from the faces of the people, smiling. “So, who did it again? ”