Abyss Express

Kunwu doesn't care about Zhao Jianying's life——

——The real reason that made him embarrassed and shaken his mind was actually the knife that cut off the chain.

This ordinary person dared to threaten him with death, even risking his life.

Faced with Judah’s house arrest control, Kunwu actually thought about dying——

——But he talks a lot, but when it comes to the execution stage, he will find reasons and excuses for himself, and say stupid things that he doesn't even want to believe.

If you die, you can be done with it and be free. So what's the point of him living? I have worked hard for so long and suffered so much just to survive.

If Wang Damin could solve his troubles with one knife, wouldn't his life be in vain?

His desire for self-destruction is not that strong, and he does not have any great vows or ideals to sacrifice his life for righteousness. When he saw Zhao Jianying stabbing himself in the heart and committing suicide, the immortal was envious and frightened. In the end, because of his too strong will to survive, he became difficult to understand and disagreed with.

It was already approaching dusk, and the setting sun cast two shadows.

Kunwu knew that this was the gunsmith coming. So he kept fighting and kept talking some very offensive nonsense.

"You have a good dog and he is willing to die for you, which is a good thing."

Xueming stood on the other side of the alley entrance, looking very poor. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and wore Jianying's gown. He had no emotion when he saw the corpse. When he heard Kun Wu's provocation, he knew it was a tactic, but he still couldn't help but get angry: "Fuck you!"

Kunwu realized that this method of stimulating generals' fighting spirit was effective, and he was not in a hurry to do it——

——Since the gunsmith is afraid of the soul power of [Destroying Heaven and Changing Fate], then this duel is a competition between mental strength and a collision of wills.

"You dare to argue with me?"

Jiang Xueming squatted next to Jianying, closed the brother's eyes, and cut off a finger with Belloberg. This was the habit of picking up corpses left behind when the Nameless Doe fought side by side with the war group - fingerprints can identify the identity, and handed the finger to The soldier's family represents his return home.

He said nothing and looked at the facade of the glue paint workshop, allowing Kunwu to talk at length.

"Isn't he your dog? I thought this guy was pretending to be you to buy you time - but it turns out it was just wishful thinking? He's not even a dog in your mind?"

"Could it be that a person like you would still regard ordinary people as beings of the same kind and level as himself? Oh - that's really strange, Gunsmith."

"Six years, six full years, more than two thousand days, you killed more than 20,000 Crusaders, including weak old women and children, and strong religious leaders. To you Everyone is treated equally.”

"I even think that you don't care about the life and death of the people in Taiye City."

"Perhaps if you find an opportunity, you can kill all my godsons and grandchildren for eighteen generations, and then you can kill me."

"Do you really care about this kid's life? You're a hypocritical bitch."

The more Kunwu scolded, the more flustered he became——

——Because the gunsmith looks like a dead man.

If provoking the general is useless and there is no way to break his defenses, it will be difficult to use this spiritual power of [defying heaven and changing fate].

I still remember the first time Jianying picked up the money to buy his life. He was short-sighted and had a guilty conscience. He looked around and lost his mind. Only then did Yakshame seize the opportunity. The little devil got into his belly and started to fight with Mr. Han’s old man. My mother changed her life.

Kunwu often tells some fallacious truths, asking people to say "thank you" and making these barbarians feel indebted to the leader. This is also one of the important conditions for launching [Changing Fate Against Heaven].

Another way to put it? Change the topic?

"That's all, it's a worthy death."

"In Shambhala, who is not a meat dog?"

"I work for Judas, and I have been begging for nothing to get some credit. I have been busy all my life, just like a dog guarding the house and guarding the yard. Maybe he will end up in his master's belly before he dies - I also want to say thank you to my master for his grace. "

"Isn't it true that you act for pride and Mingde?"

"Zhao Jianying worked for you and died for you. He still felt that he owed you something. He seemed to be yelling about something before he died."

Kunwu squinted his eyes and covered his ears in a delicate and pretentious manner to listen.

"Written off in one stroke, Jiang Xueming, written off in one stroke?"

"Only when I heard this did I realize that you are also a moneylender, dealing in people's lives."

"The eldest son of the Zhao family is also your meat dog. After he protects you from disaster, he will still thank you even if he dies."

A fleet of cars and horses came in from the street corner to transport goods. Waiters came out of various shops to help with the transportation, and there were more and more people -

——People don’t care about this leader because Kunwu is too down-to-earth and ordinary.

There are always a few days every month when the leader will fight and discuss with fellow Taoists, usually to make friends. Everyone is not surprised. Unless someone is really killed, they will gather around to watch the fun.

Before Zhao Jianying died, the excitement was still interesting. After he died, everyone thought that according to this process, the new strange monk would just chat for a while, go back and drink tea, and it would be another scene to clear up the past feud. Also very boring.

"Why don't you speak?" Kunwu scolded: "You bastard, are you guilty? Don't you dare to speak?"

"I can't feel Jianying's spirit body." Jiang Xueming spoke slowly and slowly opened his eyes: "Shh, don't worry - I have plenty of time to deal with you."

According to the channeling methods of the Nine Realms, after a person dies, the spirit body will linger at the place of death for a while. If the obsession is strong enough, it should still live in the residence where he was alive for a while. Any psyker with a keener sense of inspiration can simply communicate with these spirits.

But Jiang Xueming couldn't feel Zhao Jianying's presence——

——This land seems not to allow the spirit body to travel freely through the heaven and earth, and even refuses to give a little time to say goodbye.

"Kunwu." Jiang Xueming was waiting for an opportunity: "Have you ever thought about why I am who I am?"

Kunwu: "Why are you who you are?"

Jiang Xueming: "Why is a gunsmith a gunsmith?"

Kunwu: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming: "I can be Jiang Xueming - you know me."

Kunwu: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming: "You said it, Kunwu, you said it yourself. You know my business. I'm just a seller of offal."

Kunwu: "Oh"

"I could have lived like this forever and continued to be my Jiang Xueming." Jiang Xueming finally shook off the blood on his fingers and wanted to bring this relic to Jian Xiong: "I could have been anyone. I could have delivered newspapers, done Restaurant boy.”

"I can earn some money to get a degree, get a driver's license, be a driver, drive a big car, and do long-distance transportation. I can stay up late and like to drive a big car."

"I really can't rely on this face to make ends meet. Maybe I won't have to work hard anymore."

"Do you think it makes sense?"

Kunwu didn't dare to act rashly, but he had to accept these nonsense——

——If he doesn't answer, there will be cracks in his heart, and his soul power will not be that effective.

"It does make some sense."

Jiang Xueming suddenly clenched his fists: "You scolded Jianying and called him a meat dog, but have you ever thought about it?"

"Like me, he originally had three brothers who inherited the family business of two parents. However, they were hit by natural and man-made disasters. In the end, they just wanted to hide in this small home and live with Guan Xiangxiang. They wanted to have a few children and pass on the family legacy."

"He doesn't need to wear a monk's robe, he doesn't need to be my scapegoat, he doesn't need to bear the pseudonym of gunsmith - he can even use my head to exchange for some credit and a better future."

"Kunwu!——"

Jiang Xueming gritted his steel teeth and his eyes turned blood red.

"Now you know? Why is Jiang Xueming a gunsmith! Why am I who I am!"

"It's because of the dirty business you scumbags have done! How can I live a peaceful life if I can't even protect my family?!"

"Did Jianying die on my behalf? Did I kill him?"

Kunwu said quickly: "Of course! You can say it yourself."

"What the hell!" Jiang Xueming pointed angrily at the bridge of the demon's nose with raised eyebrows: "He died in battle! There are no prisoners in the Gate of Wonders, not even the Nameless One!"

"Remember clearly and think carefully about how many human skins I peeled off from your body and how many lives I killed. They were all tortured to death by the power of your soul. When you get to the Palace of the King of Hell, you will be put into the oil pan. You were killed during your lifetime. How many people are going to step on your head! Shit and piss on your face!"

At this time, Kunwu finally understood, finally understood, and finally gave up his fantasy.

The gunsmith's will and determination were far beyond his imagination——

——This is a person who cannot be defeated with fallacies or moral swords, at least not by Kunwu.

There is no room for cooperation between them, only undying hatred. It is precisely because of this hatred that Jiang Xueming became a gunsmith.

There is no need to talk about the three categories of benefits: fortune, wealth, and longevity.

Power, money, immortality, these are the conditions that the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult and the gunsmith have discussed over and over again. They have no meaning in the face of this kind of hatred.

Kunwu tried to use moral condemnation to kidnap someone with human life. He tried several times, but all he got in exchange was a strong will to fight, increasingly fierce anger and spiritual pressure.

At this time, he finally began to be afraid——

——Although this immortal has the spiritual power of [defying heaven and changing fate]. But he always felt uneasy and at a disadvantage.

In a duel with the gunsmith, this terrifying opponent would exude murderous aura from time to time, like a knife cutting his skin, and the pressure of his inspiration would make his whole body itchy and painful - and soon the skin would start to itch. Revealing bright red spots.

"[Change the Destiny·Change your destiny against the will of heaven]!"

Wang Damin finally lost his patience. Since attacking from the spiritual level failed to achieve results, he had to find a way to change his style of play.

A thick, squat tree emerges from this body——

——This is the true appearance of [Change the Destiny·Change Fate Against Heaven]. Unlike other immortals, it is not the image of a bird. More like a leafy bird's nest.

Among them, dense flocks of birds emerge from the tree holes that are squeezed together layer by layer.

Hundreds of red and blue "birds" climb branches and leaves, transforming into the two colors of yin and yang, heaven and earth, showing the true appearance of Yaksha ghosts and Rakshasa ghosts.

Sister Yasha has gray-blue bird feathers, holds a shining steel fork in her hand, has two wings on her back, has a pair of cute big watery eyes, and has a pointed nose and protruding mouth, like a parrot.

There is not much flesh on Zi Luosha's body, but he has yellow feathers, his skull has turned into a mummy, and there is a bright and raging soul fire burning. He holds two iron rods in his hands, and when they are gathered together, he turns into a fire phoenix. .

There are fifty-two blue Yaksha girls, counting the currency in the treasury.

There are six hundred and sixty-one red Rakshasa. This is the money that has been spent, and it has become Kunwu’s life force.

The two represent cause and effect, karma, and the capture and transfer of energy.

Those who engage in the human flesh business must always keep some cash for turnover and planning - the total price of this business is 666 opportunities to change their fate.

At this moment, the fifty-two Yaksha girls remaining in the tree hole are Kunwu's attack surface.

He wanted to fight with all his strength, knock down the gunsmith in one fell swoop, and completely control the sharp blade. With the Yaksha ghost's nimble and unpredictable movement speed, it was almost impossible for the gunsmith to stop so many targets.

"boom!--"

"Bang bang bang! - bang bang - bang bang! -"

Bullets and fists shattered Kunwu's illusions.

This was the collision between soul power and soul power. When the gunsmith had a young eagle in his hand, Kunwu felt a sting in his heart. At the moment when his spirit body was shattered, his face turned pale and unbelievable.

More than fifty Yaksha girls flew up and down and flew through the air. The moment they approached the gunsmith, they were knocked into powder by the strong sound waves of the bullets. Immediately after, the armored iron fists rushed out and faced the shocked group. The headless fly punches like raindrops.

In just an instant, Xueming emptied the first magazine, immediately changed the magazine with extremely fast hand speed, and fired dozens of rounds of ammunition at Kunwu.

The metal and iron were like shadowless flying swords, which made Kunwu lose his balance and stagger, and his head was clanging and flying everywhere. He was surprised in his heart, straightened his head, and asked involuntarily.

"You're killing people! Gunsmith! You're killing people! You've killed more than ten more!"

"I will kill your devil son and grandson! Is there any problem?" The gunsmith responded while pressing the bullet: "Kill all 666 lives of yours, and it will be your turn soon - don't worry, it will be soon. alright."

"Ho!~" Kunwu gasped. He had never seen such a cruel and murderous demon that was so inhumane.

Tell a hell joke——

——Wang Damin has also seen many blood-giving monsters.

These blood-giving monsters kill people for food and drink.

But the gunsmith didn't seem to make any sense when he killed the hostage! Even more barbaric than the eating nature of the blood-giving monster!

Thinking of this, Kunwu lost his will to fight. He felt that his soul power was damaged and his brain was stinging. He could no longer fight! This gunsmith is a lunatic! Do you really want to kill all these more than 600 lives? After seeing the trump card clearly, he immediately studded! This is a gambler!

He advised himself this more than once -

——Wang Damin, there is no need to risk your life with this guy!

You can go back to the cave first, escape, find the fourth-level Gong Cao, get the Seed of Chaos, and then call Judas. The boss needs to send some thugs to protect himself! right

Yes. You can no longer think about "freedom" or "rebellion". This is not what you should think about.

The moment when the will to fight further weakens——

——The moment Kunwu ran away, leaving his fragile back to the gunsmith, he immediately felt that he could not walk.

He turned around and looked carefully, and saw a bucket of red old paint splashed over. Another bucket of sticky rice glue poured down from his Tianling Gai.

"What?!"

Fenfang Huanmeng seemed to be a mason working at high speed. He started working with materials from the decoration shop on the street, waiting for the replenishment carriage to arrive, for fear that there would not be enough materials. In just a few breaths, Kunwu almost turned into a sculpture.

"Zhao Jianying"

"You did it on purpose. You."

Kunwu couldn't move his jaw, and several whimpers came from his throat. He could neither see nor hear, and his ears and eyes were filled with sticky gel.

As soon as he moved, a lot of lacquered rice material was knocked off his knee joint. Fragrant Huanmeng immediately took a bucket to replace it, stuffed a lot of terracotta tiles into it, and reinforced the concrete structure. Hot air was sprayed all over his body. This sticky paste The stone slurry and patent leather were suddenly blown dry and cracked.

A few minutes later, a small mound of earth appeared in front of Jiang Xueming, with only Kunwu's two nostrils exposed.

The moment the sun completely set, the residents had had enough of the excitement and went home to sleep.

"Jianying is not a meat dog."

Jiang Xueming held down Kunwu's "stone head" and asked Fenxiang Huanmeng to dig out the "statue" from the ground and prepare to pack it up and transport it away.

Emphasized again——

"——He died in battle."