Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 28 Red Scale
After a whole day and night of training and modification, Yin Xiu could hardly recognize the mechanical prosthesis that replaced his left forearm.

Oh, by the way, we shouldn’t call it that prosthetic body now. After discussing this prosthetic body with Nahanao, they named this arm [Red Scale].

Nahanao's statement is that when the modification was about to be completed, he heard the whistling of gears and springs in his ears. The firelight stung his eyes and he vaguely saw a dragon roaring in the steel. .

Yin Xiu didn't have such a mysterious experience, but after connecting to the bionic pipeline, which was extremely troublesome to install, he felt that the prosthetic body seemed to be alive.

A stream of blood energy came from the gap in the gears of the red scale. Although this was ridiculous, Yin Xiu did feel that strange pulse.

As soon as he thought about it, the joints at the end of his fingers moved slightly, but the other parts of his arms remained motionless.

In the past, he could only give rough instructions through nerve signals, which was neither precise nor convenient. But now the flexibility of this hand is no different from that of a normal limb.

Whether he was practicing Gui Yuan Gong or doing something else, having Red Scale in hand gave him some confidence.

Now he just wants to hurry to Uncle Ming's stall for a chat and talk to him about the next plan for the Wild Wolf Gang.

The revenge of those werewolves, no matter which party it is aimed at, is very difficult to think about.

Yin Xiu had so many thoughts that she didn't look at the road for a moment and almost bumped into an old man who was walking in a hurry. Yin Xiu took a closer look and found that this man was Uncle Ming's regular customer.

"Yin Xiu, I finally found you."

He grabbed Yin Xiu's hand and looked very anxious, "There's something wrong with Uncle Ming. There are a few foreign devils who seem to want to take over his land."

Ask Uncle Ming to collect protection money?Or a foreigner?
Foreign societies are usually active on the docks and rarely enter the city, let alone go to the slums to collect protection fees. With this kind of skin, how can they do anything without making money?

The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. Yin Xiu thanked her and started running quickly.

After a while, he arrived at Uncle Ming's stall and saw Uncle Ming sitting on a round table, surrounded by four people in black suits.

Those four people also exuded a dark aura!
Uncle Ming seemed to be saying something to them, so Yin Xiu pretended not to recognize him and found a table to sit down. Only then did he hear their conversation clearly.

"Brother, you have changed the fried rice three times. You said it was too salty, but the problem is that you also said it was spicy. Isn't that a bit too much? I don't even use chili pepper."

The leader laughed softly, "Old ghost, I admit that we were wrong before. This rice doesn't have too much salt, and it's not spicy. It's just plain unpalatable."

He suddenly placed the whole plate of fried rice on the table, and the rice grains sprayed all over the table, and hot white steam came out.

Yin Xiu's eyes filled with anger and she stood up suddenly. Just as she was about to step forward, Uncle Ming stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

Yin Xiu had no choice but to suppress her anger and sit down.

Uncle Ming looked indifferent, picked up a grain of rice stuck to his face, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully, as if he was chewing some delicacy.

After swallowing the grain of rice completely, Uncle Ming closed his eyes with a happy expression on his face.

He took a long breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with frost.

"Brother, you can say that the rice I cook is unpalatable, but you can't spoil this plate of rice. To us Tang people, rice is just like our parents. We work hard to grow it in the fields, irrigate, fertilize, and rain. Afraid of drowning and wilting in hot weather, we treat it as a treasure!"

Uncle Ming picked up the spoon, took a spoonful from the plate, and handed it to the man's mouth.

"Come on, try a bite. The authentic rice from the north is much more delicious than the Indian rice and bread you eat." The foreigner was obviously stunned for a moment. After realizing that Uncle Ming was not joking, the man became furious. Angry, he slapped the spoon away from Uncle Ming's hand.

"I'm going to attack you!"

Uncle Ming shouted angrily, held down the man's head and smashed it on the table.

With a loud noise, others reacted and began to reveal themselves, turning into werewolves.

Yin Xiu was not slow in his movements. He picked up a folding stool and flew it towards the person who was about to transform into a beast, hitting him dizzy.

But the others have already completed their transformations. Even the guy whose head was shot by Uncle Ming just now has torn his clothes and turned into a two-meter-tall werewolf that was completely black.

"There are four in total, we can still handle it..."

With the red scale in hand, Yin Xiu was now more energetic than before. He rushed forward without hesitation, picked up a kitchen knife and slashed the werewolf on the shoulder, causing blood to splash everywhere.

"You brat, my kitchen knife is for chopping vegetables, not for you to use to chop your friends!"

Uncle Ming cursed angrily, somersaulted to avoid the werewolf's vicious blow, and then kicked the werewolf in the chin.

Then he formed another sword technique in his hand and slashed the opponent's throat. The throat that could not be penetrated by bullets suddenly overflowed with blood. The werewolf was so frightened that he covered his throat and kept retreating.

Even without a sword, Uncle Ming's combat effectiveness seemed not to have diminished at all, and he immediately frightened the three werewolves in front of him, preventing them from daring to advance lightly.

Yin Xiu didn't have that kind of magical power. At this time, he was already fighting with the werewolf in front of him, and even the stove was knocked away.

"Hong Fist, determine the right measure!"

The martial arts program loaded in the red scale was activated, and the blood in Yin Xiu's body surged, letting go of the werewolf's claws, and punched the werewolf's chin, and a sound of broken bones was heard.

While the werewolf was hit in the lower jaw and was unable to stand, he struck another iron mountain support. Under this huge force, the werewolf's originally bulging chest suddenly dented, and it opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle Ming was fighting with the three werewolves. When he saw this, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "You brat, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Yin Xiu smiled heartily, "I just ate two more bowls of rice tonight!"

He said another move, strangled the werewolf's neck, crossed his hands like a gallows, and sat down hard on the ground.

With a squeaking sound, the werewolf's neck was stretched out, and his tongue covered with green coating came out of his mouth. Apparently, his trachea had been severed.

Yin Xiu stood up, glanced at the werewolf who was spitting out white foam with his weak breathing, and then looked coldly at the three-headed werewolf standing still.

“If you don’t like fried rice, the fragrant pork pot in Kowloon Walled City is also very suitable for you.”

Yin Xiu pulled out the kitchen knife that was still embedded in the werewolf's shoulder, glanced at everyone, and then swung it violently. As the kitchen knife drew a cold trajectory in the air, the werewolf's head rolled to the side.

[Milestone reached: Killing werewolves (2/13)]

[Open random selection event...]

(End of this chapter)