Asking About Longevity Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Rescue

"who?!"

The other gangsters looked horrified and shouted loudly.

Before they could react, they found that a monk was already approaching them.

This man is not tall, but his speed is extremely fast. His fists are covered with golden light. With just one punch, he beat a gangster until he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

 Another ruffian drew out his sword in a panic and slashed at the figure.

 The knife can be cut halfway, and the forearm is held by someone.

The man twisted hard and broke the gangster's forearm.

The ruffian was in pain and screamed out. Before he could scream, he was kicked away again. His chest was overturned and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

There was a big ruffian left, who had more advanced cultivation and managed to survive a few attacks, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

This unknown monk is obviously also practicing Qi, but his aura is extremely strong, his strikes are fast and swift, his boxing skills are proficient, and he can tell that he is of a high grade.

Every time the fists intersected, he felt that his fists were numb from the shock, and the bones inside seemed to be shattered.

Under the opponent's fierce offensive, he could only be beaten passively and could not retaliate at all.

And he couldn't hold on for long. If he could barely survive these few moves, it would be his limit.

As expected, after a few moves, his fist bones were shattered, the pain was unbearable, and his body stagnated, exposing his flaws.

The opponent dodged and came to his side, punching from bottom to top, golden light overflowing, and breaking his arm with one punch.

Hunting in pain, Dahan turned around to leave, but the ghostly monk approached him and kicked his leg off.

 The big man fell to the ground with a thud and fainted from the pain.

In a blink of an eye, among the few ruffians, only Wang Lai was left.

At this time, Wang Lai had extinguished the flames on his arm, but his right arm was scorched black and hung weakly. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and could no longer hold the sword.

 The king looked around with a frightened expression and said quickly:

 “Where is the monk?”

 In the silent mine, no one answered.

Wang Lai turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, a golden sword light lit up, flew past and pierced his right leg.

Wang Lai staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, covering his right leg and wailing.

His right leg was pierced by the light of the sword, and there was snow-white, flaming spiritual energy on the wound, which was burning bit by bit, making him miserable.

In just a few moments, Wang Lai and these fierce gangsters were all knocked down.

 Lao Yutou is in disbelief.

His eyes were shocked, he fell to his knees with a plop, and said in fear:

 “I don't know who is an expert, please...”

Before he finished speaking, he found a small white hand holding his arm and helping him up.

 Three small figures appeared in front of them.

The mine was dark, and Old Yutou could barely see their faces clearly, and he was even more stunned for a moment.

The ones who easily subdued Wang Lai and the others were three young monks with fine features and extraordinary appearance.

 “You, you are...”

Mo Hua raised a bronze waist plate in his hand.

 “We are from Daotingsi.”

This bronze waist medal was specially applied for by Zhang Lan and Chief Zhou when he was in Tongxian City.

 After all, when you travel, you have multiple identities and multiple paths.

 In this situation, Daotingsi's identity is just right.

 Lao Yutou still can't believe it.

 How can Daotingsi have such a young monk?

But this badge doesn't seem to be fake, and there is no need for them to lie to themselves, an old man.

 Lao Yutou bowed his head and said, "Thank you three little adults."

Mo Hua did not let him worship, but handed him a hemostatic pill and said:

 “Take it first and adjust your breathing for a while.”

 Then he ran to Wang Er and Tang Wu and fed each of them a pill.

He had just peeked with his spiritual consciousness. The two people just fainted, their scalps were broken, and their consciousness was slightly shaken, but their lives were not affected.

 After that, Mo Hua slowly walked towards Wang Lai.

Wang Lai's right arm was injured by Mo Hua's fireball technique, and his right leg was injured by Bai Zixi's sword light. He leaned against the corner, sweating profusely in pain.

 He looked at the ink painting with equally incredible eyes.

He never expected that he would fall into the hands of several children.

 What are the backgrounds of these little brats?

How did they find themselves and how did they end up in the mine?

 What exactly do they want to do?

"Are you... from the Daoting Division?" Wang Lai asked reluctantly.

Mo Hua nodded.

“So, do you know Zhao Diansi?” Wang Lai asked tentatively.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you familiar with Zhao Diansi?"

Wang Lai forced a smile and said, "I'm not very familiar with him, I have some friendship with him."

 “Oh.” The ink painting is meaningful.

Wang Lai is a little confused about the origin of Mo Hua, let alone guessing Mo Hua's thoughts, and his spiritual consciousness cannot peek into it. It seems that Mo Hua's whole person is shrouded in mist.

Wang Lai was unsure, but still asked:

“Three little adults, I don't know why you came to this mine.”

Mo Hua seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "What do you think?"

 Wang Lai said awkwardly: "Please let me know clearly."

Mo Hua looked at him and said, "You are killing people!"

 Wang Lai's expression changed and he immediately shouted:

 “It's unfair, my dear, it's unfair!”

 His right arm was burned and unable to move, so he raised his left hand, pointed at Lao Yu's head and said:

"It was them. They wanted to steal the Lu family's mines, but I discovered them, so I restrained them and prepared to send them to Daotingsi for punishment..."

“These mine repairmen may look honest, but in fact they are cunning at heart. They are greedy for small profits and can do anything.”

 “Don't be fooled by them…”

 The ink painting was slightly startled.

 This king is indeed a talented person.

In just a moment, I came up with a set of rhetoric that confuses right and wrong, and frames and slanders.

No wonder he is able to get along like a fish in water in Nanyue City, and no wonder others call him "Wang Lapi".

Hearing this, Old Yutou was furious and pointed at the king with a trembling finger:

 “You, you are shameless!”

Those who have no grievances and no grudges will beat him up even though he obviously wants to kill people and silence them.

 Wang Lai sneered and said nothing.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Wang Laipi."

When Wang Lai heard this, his expression suddenly changed, "Do you know me?"

 If you don't know his background, it's impossible to know his nickname.

 Wang Lai thought about it carefully, his heart gradually became cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"So, you know everything. You came here for me from the beginning. You have already seen everything here?"

“So be it.” Mo Hua said calmly.

The king came and said, "How much do you know?"

Mo Hua clasped his fingers and said:

“This month, you went to Yihong Tower seven times, robbed people twice, beat people six times, ate five free meals, and gambled the day before yesterday, and lost ten and three points of spiritual stones..."

Wang Lai was shocked, "How is that possible? How could you know!"

Mo Hua curled his lips.

 I watch you every day, of course I know everything.      It's just that you, an idiot, have low consciousness and didn't realize it.

Mo Hua naturally would not say these words, but only showed an enigmatic smile, making Wang Lai even more unpredictable.

 Wang Lai was horrified, "What on earth are you going to do?"

Mo Hua said in a clear voice:

 “I'm going to ask you a few questions and you should answer them honestly.”

Wang Lai's eyes narrowed, "I told you, can you let me go?"

"You said, I will not kill you, but take you to the Daotingsi, where you will be punished. If you don't tell me, I will kill you now!"

Mo Hua threatened.

Wang Lai sneered, "When I get to Daotingsi, won't I still die?"

Mo Hua said: "There is a difference between dying early and dying late. Besides, don't you know Zhao Diansi? Ask him for mercy, maybe he can let you go."

Wang Lai's eyes flickered and he sneered:

“Since you know me so well, you should know everything you want to know, so why are you asking me?”

“Since you're asking me now, there must be something you don't know.”

“You don't know, but I know, then I still have value, so you won't kill me!”

 The king came and made sure.

Bai Zisheng said displeasedly: "He is still stubborn."

Mo Hua gave him one last chance, "You really don't want to say it?"

Wang Lai sneered, "You won't tell me even if you beat me to death."

Mo Hua said: "Okay! I appreciate your backbone!"

Then Mo Hua took out the Qianjun Stick, looked at Bai Zisheng and said:

 “Hit him.”

Bai Zisheng looked excited. He had long wanted to beat this bastard, but Mo Hua wanted to ask Wang Lai something, so he held back.

Hearing this, Bai Zisheng was both happy and a little worried:

 “It's okay.”

 “What can happen?”

 “What if I'm beaten to death?”

　　"Just beat him to death, he is not a good person to begin with."

“No, if I'm beaten to death, wouldn't you be able to ask for anything?”

“It's okay, just let it go, not to mention there are three more over there…”

 “That makes sense…”

So after Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng finished talking, they walked towards Wang Lai step by step with a kind smile on their faces.

Wang Lai felt a little cold in his heart. He couldn't help but put his hands on the ground, pressed against the cold stone wall, and moved backward until there was no way to retreat. Then he trembled:

 “You...don't...”

Mo Hua raised the Qianjun Cudgel high and said, "Let's see if your mouth is tougher than my iron rod!"

Then he hit him hard with a stick.

Bai Zisheng was not polite and went up to punch and kick him.

Bai Zixi was a little angry when she thought of what Wang Lai had done, so she condensed the golden sword energy into the size of a golden needle, and pierced Wang Lai's body one by one.

Wang Lai gritted his teeth and held on, "You little bastards, I remember..."

 “You still dare to say harsh words?”

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and beat him harder.

After beating him for a while, Mo Hua remembered something, took out a pill and fed it to Wang Lai.

Bai Zisheng asked in confusion: "What kind of pill is this?"

Mo Hua said: "Xiao Huan Dan, used for hanging, I'm afraid I'll beat him to death."

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but said: "You are... so considerate."

Mo Hua nodded, "It should be."

 After beating for a while, seeing that Wang Lai could only vent his energy and not take in any more, Bai Zisheng frowned and said:

 “You're so young, you can't do it well...”

Mo Hua scratched his head, a little confused.

This was given to me by Mr. Feng. It should be a good thing. Could it be that he beat it too hard?

Bai Zisheng took out a bottle of elixir and said, "Try this, the Bai family's secret recipe, Shiquan Dabu Dan, first replenish the blood, and then beat..."

Mo Hua took it between his nose and sniffed it, his eyes lit up, "This is good."

 He took out a grain and gave it to the half-dead king to drink.

 Wang Lai's complexion quickly improved a lot, and his vitality gradually became stronger.

 Bai Zisheng rolled up his sleeves and said, "Continue!"

 Ink painting is not a physical practice. I was already a little tired, but after thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and insisted:

"good!"

 Just like that, Wang Lai was given another fat beating.

Even Lao Yutou, who was standing next to him, saw his eyelids twitching.

 And when the king came, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

 The fist is cruel, the iron rod is hard, and the golden needle hurts.

 The key point is that these brats really don't care about their own life or death.

 If you continue like this, you will really be beaten to death.

Wang Lai was no longer stubborn and begged for mercy intermittently:

 “I... was wrong, spare... spare my life...”

Bai Zisheng still had some unfinished ideas, and the ink painting was also very regretful. He couldn't help but say:

"You have to get a beating to be honest. I think you should not call me 'Wang Shapi', but 'Wang Shapi' instead..."

 Wang Lai vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

 After being beaten, the king will no longer be a scoundrel.

Mo Hua answered everything honestly.

 This king is indeed a habitual offender.

 First make an excuse to lure the mine repairman into the mine, and then kill him without anyone noticing. Then contact the mine repairman's family and demand compensation from the Lu family.

 After killing someone, he also made money from the dead person.

Wang Lai has done this kind of thing many times, but because the mines are inherently dangerous and mine repairmen often disappear, Daotingsi neglects his duties and is too lazy to investigate, so he has always been able to get away with it.

 But there is still one doubt about this matter.

 Because the Lu family stipulates that if the body is not found, no spiritual stone will be compensated.

 So many times, they cannot get compensation.

Although Wang Lai is greedy, it is unlikely that he would take risks and kill people just for the sake of a spiritual stone that he is not sure he will get.

 Moreover, Mo Hua remembers what Wang Laishicai said:

“Cut open the heart and kill them, don't hurt the limbs or break the skin...”

  Killing the mine repairman and pretending to disappear, why are you so particular about the killing method?

So there must be something wrong here, and Wang Lai must be hiding something.

 Wang Lai did not want to say.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold and he asked again and again.

When the king came, he found that the young monk who was interrogating him had seven orifices in his heart and was as smart as a ghost.

Whenever he tells a lie, he will detect it and there is no way he can be deceived, so he reveals the truth:

“Some people spend spiritual stones and buy mines to repair corpses…”

“We earn spiritual stones by killing people and selling their corpses…”

 (End of this chapter)

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