Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 77: Defeat the Thief in the Heart (Part )

Aliens are not unique to this land.

There are extraordinary people all over the world, but compared to the extraordinary people schools in China that have continued for thousands of years and are flourishing in various forms, the extraordinary people system in the West seems to be relatively simple, and its foundation is also a little less profound than that of China.

Just like here in ancient times, aliens were treated as gods and demons, aliens in the West were also given many titles, such as vampires, werewolves, mummies, wizards, alchemists, etc.

Father Pucci is such an extraordinary person.

He was the last priest of St. John's Church in Xiangtan County, which is affiliated with the Anglican Church of China.

Now, his term of office has expired and he is about to return home. For a long time, no priest will come to this St. John's Church.

So before leaving, he wanted to take a gift from this land.

Late at night, Father Pucci was the only one praying in St. John's Church. He was waiting for someone.

The door of the church was pushed open with force, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked in towards the candlelight. The tall one was a woman with an above-average appearance. The clothes she wore were not the kind of double-breasted ones worn by ordinary women, but more like the kind of expedition clothes worn for outdoor jungle adventures. She was dressed in green and wore long boots. She was holding a bloody silk package in her hands. Even by the candlelight, one could tell that the silk was of high quality and not something that could be bought on the street.

The shorter one was a man, wearing a short jacket, a jacket, shorts, and a pair of cloth shoes. He was holding a hand badge like the Tang Sect disciples. He looked ordinary, but the most unusual thing about him was his head. His head was as big as a bucket, his eyes were a bit dull, his face was like that of an eight or nine-year-old child, and his right hand holding the hand badge was covered in blood.

"Brought them back?" Faced with the bloody man and woman, Father Pucci was not panicked. He spoke in standard Chinese.

"For your filthy money, I led people to the border. How can I return empty-handed? Even though a few good fighters died, I have to pay more. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to those friends of my disciples."

The woman threw the bloody silk package in her hand towards Father Pucci, shouting for more money. At the same time, the business card in the hand of the big-headed doll next to her seemed to be aimed at the priest.

"It should."

Father Pucci was not angry, nor did he make any movement. Behind him, a palm-sized package filled with silver dollars floated towards them, as if an invisible person was holding the purse and handing it to the couple.

Seeing what Father Pucci did, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across the woman's face.

This foreigner's methods were indeed unusual, but fortunately he was generous with his money. This bag of money was indeed 30% more than what was agreed upon before. He took out a silver dollar from the purse, blew on it, and put it to his ear. Hmm, AA+.

"There's nothing left."

"There's a tail following us. I heard from people over there that his father was a martial arts candidate in the previous dynasty. He has some tricks inherited from his family. Most of us have been defeated by him. But he hasn't had an easy time either. Don't worry, I'll clean it up for you after I take your money. Give me the cloth, and we'll set up a formation and wait for him to get in, and then you can go."

The bloody silk cloth flew up in the wind and fell into the woman's hands. Father Pucci turned his back to the brother and sister, admiring the gift in his hand.

"As a friendly reminder before we leave, it seems that there are a few people like you in the county town during the day. Maybe you can do something about this."

“People of the same kind are still the same.”

"Both."

"Damn it, those bastards from the Tang Clan are still haunting us. No, they have a business here. Damn them, they led the Tang Clan here. Tsk, luckily the face man Liu lives nearby, let's ask him to pinch our faces, and he can help you cut off that tail, and by the way, he can take advantage of those guys from the Tang Clan and their business, hehe, let's go."

The woman reacted quickly, and seemed to be very familiar with the Tang Sect from what she said.

She quickly came up with a plan, and without talking to Father Pucci in the church, she greeted her big-headed brother and left the church, as if she had never been there. Only the strong smell of blood and Father Pucci proved that the brother and sister had been there.

The night wind blew away the bloody smell in the church, and Father Pucci looked at the jade seal held in his palm.

The seamless beige jade is about the size of a palm and the length of an adult's index finger. There is an intricately carved dragon head on the jade. Under the candlelight, it looks lively and alive. It is obviously the work of a master.

Father Pucci looked at the imperial seal in his palm with an infatuated expression. "This is a country that makes people reluctant to leave, whether it is the long history or the deeply rooted imperial system of two thousand years. The Qing Dynasty has been gone for almost fourteen years. This is not the imperial seal that represents the imperial power, but it also embodies such a strong power of faith. I really want to take a few more away..."

His face was full of obsession, and from the jade seal that he held in his palm, as he spoke, a strong Qi of heaven and earth, mixed with the people's awe and faith in the imperial power, floated out. This Qi of heaven and earth was completely disproportionate to the jade seal in his palm, and it seemed to flow out continuously and was absorbed by Father Pucci.

And behind Father Pucci, there was a tall ghost looming in the distance.

This transaction that took place in a corner of the county town would not affect the gentleman's agreement between the Tang Clan and Wang Yi on the other side.

After wandering around in the county for three days, Wang Yi still did not wait for the second wave of action from the Tang Clan.

Because whenever the three people of Tang Sect except the eldest master were about to take action, they would enter the magnetic field detection range opened by Wang Yi before they could even start their preparations. The detection range is one hundred meters. No matter how powerful you are, unless you can aim at yourself with a sniper rifle from a hundred meters away, don't even think about using any means in front of Wang Yi.

Li Ding, Gao Yingcai, and Yang Lie seemed to be aware of this as well. Whenever they were about to take action, they would take the initiative to retreat a hundred meters away from Wang Yi's reconnaissance range and continue to hide. What the two sides were competing with each other was patience.

As for the Tang Sect's head master Tang Jiaren, after explaining the truth to the three disciples, he activated his illusion barrier and hid directly outside the range that Wang Yi could never detect, watching the struggle between Wang Yi and the three disciples in secret. However, compared to Wang Yi's calmness, the three disciples on his side had begun to retreat, and the head master Tang Jiaren saw it, but he had no intention of showing up to preach.

Perhaps he felt that there was no point in wasting time with these three Tang Sect members, so Wang Yi checked out of the hotel that day, picked up his small suitcase, and headed towards the residence of Liu Mianren, a member of the Quanxing Sect, outside the city.

Seeing Wang Yi taking action, Li Ding, Gao Yingcai and Yang Lie naturally had to follow.

They did not dare to enter Wang Yi's magnetic field within a hundred meters to conduct reconnaissance, but they also had their own means to keep an eye on Wang Yi from a hundred meters away, until they were sure that Wang Yi was going to the suburbs, where there were few pedestrians and a dense forest. Only then did they begin to divide the work, with one person continuing to keep an eye on him while the other two set traps on the road that Wang Yi had to take.
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Hidden lines, poisonous miasma, a little gunpowder, and flying knives.

Li Ding and Gao Yingcai, who left early, had already laid many traps on the road that Wang Yi had to pass. As long as one of them was triggered, a series of traps would be set off. They set up the traps very quickly, and after they were done, they did not activate the illusion barrier to hide their bodies, because they knew that this move would be meaningless to Wang Yi, and they also knew that these traps would be meaningless to Wang Yi.

Doing all this felt like a broken jar, because the big master Tang Jiaren, who was hiding somewhere and watching the trial of the three disciples, had already said that this was a fighting trial, not a real assassination, but just a simple formality?

Seeing Wang Yi walking slowly towards them, Li Ding and Gao Yingcai were very unwilling and even had the idea of ​​retreating and not wanting to show up.

Because facing this kind of detection method, all the so-called assassination methods of their Tang Sect have lost their effectiveness, and will eventually become open killings, which is never a good thing for an assassin or a killer.

Wang Yi's move was equivalent to directly bringing all the assassins who wanted to assassinate him out in the open. In this way, as assassins, they had 80% of their methods. It was just as Wang Yi said, he wanted to see the Tang Sect's methods unilaterally. This attitude of not taking them seriously made Li Ding, the eldest brother of the Tang Sect, who was watching Wang Yi strolling in the dark, smile bitterly. He thought of the little Taoist Zhang Zhiwei who knocked him unconscious. Is this what it feels like to live in the same era as a genius?

Li Ding thought to himself.

Little did they know that at this time, in the Tang Clan in Shu, thousands of miles away, the head of the clan, Tang Bingwen, was also not very calm. Wang Yi had been staying in the county for three days, which was enough time for the head master Tang Jiaren to report back to the clan about what had happened before and after Wang Yi's gentleman's agreement.

"Master, you said that Brother has been out for such a long time, why hasn't he brought those three evildoers back yet?"

"What else could it be? It's nothing more than a desire to see the prey. We want to let those three little evildoers see the world and understand how our Tang Sect survives in the world."

Outside the mountain gate, in addition to the deputy sect leader Tang Houren, several other elders of the same generation as sect leader Tang Bingwen were also questioning Tang Bingwen, their voices full of confusion and helplessness.

At this time, Tang Bingwen also smiled and stated the possible results.

"Let's all go back. I have a feeling that things will get more chaotic in this world. This young talent named Wang Yi is not as obedient as the one from Mount Longhu. He will cause some trouble sooner or later."

"Master, are you also enjoying this kind of fun?"

"It's not that we like this kind of excitement, but as long as there is a commotion, our Tang Sect will definitely have business coming to us. As long as it's not this person's business, we can give it a try. Who knows, our Tang Sect will prosper for a while because of this."

The head of the gate, Tang Bingwen, was wearing a grey gown, with his hands behind his back, and he slowly turned his head.

The one-eyed man looked at his fellow apprentice next to him, and his meaningful words made Tang Houren and other Tang Clan elders fall into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)