Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Just when the crowd subconsciously made way for a passage, the vendors on the side jumped up one after another, each holding a sharp weapon, and once again surrounded Fang Lin and Fang Lin in a small circle.

"Yes... they have knives."

"Young man, if a good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences, just pay some money and leave!"

A simple comparison of buying and selling, no one expected that it would instantly lead to a sword fight.

Suddenly there was a burst of panic and screams, and many people hurriedly ran away. Even the few people with righteous intentions, in addition to calling the police in time, also took seven or eight steps back and tried to persuade Fang Lin.

"Boy, I suggest you think carefully before speaking."

Even though he knew that someone had called the police, the stall owner did not panic at all, but said coldly with murderous intent in his eyes. ??

"Are you planning to rob?" Fang Lin said calmly.

"Whatever you think, boy, if you pay now it's still too late. When I completely lose my patience, you'll lose your life."

There are more than ten people on his side, and they also have weapons. How can the stall owner take a young man seriously? The tone of his speech also became more and more tough.

Forced buying and selling is nothing unusual in reality. It is not surprising that roadside vendors gather their strength. But this was the first time that Fang Lin was not afraid of calling the police.

And he dared to show the murder weapon blatantly, which is definitely not the arrogance that ordinary vendors dare to do. So Fang Lin had a vague feeling that they were no ordinary hawkers, and he was afraid that there were some forces behind them.

"It's okay to ask for money, but it still depends on whether you have the strength to get it. Maybe you can tell me who is behind you? Maybe your boss can really scare me."

Fang Lin looked at the dozen people with interest.

After a try, the expressions of more than a dozen vendors indeed changed very slightly.

Although it was very short, everything had been seen by Fang Lin. As expected, his guess was not false at all.

"Boy, are you from Zhu Cong?" the stall owner said with a serious expression.

"So what if it's Zhu Cong's person? Let's stay and pay the money first." One of them said disapprovingly.

Although I have only been in Xingzhou City for a short day, the name Zhu Cong is as loud as thunder and is feared by everyone as the 'Living King of Hell'. A big shot who can make the whole province of Seoul tremble if he is slightly displeased.

But they were just a few street vendors, but they didn't seem to have much fear of Zhu Cong, and even had some disdain for him.

This made Fang Lin quite curious, and he vaguely guessed who the master behind them was? In the entire Seoul Province, the head of the Zhu family is the only one with such strength.

"Oh? Is the current patriarch so stupid? How dare he not even give face to the Yan family? I think that old man is really impatient with life, isn't he?" Fang Lin said with an evil smile.

"Sure enough, it's Zhu Cong's guy, take action."

Fang Lin's words caused the expressions of many vendors to change instantly. After one of them roared, he immediately raised the short blade in his hand and stabbed him straight in the abdomen.

Their reactions once again verified Fang Lin's guess. After feeling a little interesting, he retracted his abdomen slightly and lowered his right hand to clasp the man's wrist.

Then with a little force, the attacking man flew into the Xingzhou River with a scream.

In the blink of an eye, a companion was already splashing in the river. Fang Lin's hand was revealed, and everyone stood completely stunned on the spot, without any reaction for a while.

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"You are no match for me. Go back and tell your clan leader that Fang Lin wants to meet him.

Remember, he came to visit me in person, and I lived at Ouyang's house. I believe he will be very interested. "

Fang Lin calmly lit a cigarette and walked away slowly with Gao Meilan in his words.

With the title of empire, even Yao Chengjun didn't dare to act rashly, and the strength of the Zhu family made Fang Lin not dare to act rashly.

However, all parties in the Zhu family are very tightly guarded. Even biological children like Zhu Ling and Zhu Yan know little about the Zhu family, which once left Fang Lin at a loss.

The discord between father and son also gave Fang Lin hope.

"Fang Lin, I think Zhu Yan is lying. The information you learned from him may not be true."

Just when Fang Lin was planning his next move, Gao Meilan received a text message on her cell phone, and her face instantly became serious.

Suspicion took Gao Meilan's cell phone. It was a text message from an unknown number. The content was also very simple. It only contained the words "harmony between the Zhu family and his son".

The information in Zhu Yan's mouth was obtained through hypnosis, and Fang Lin was certain that it was impossible for him to lie.

After all, Zhu Yan was just an ordinary person. He was thousands of miles away from the men in black in Jingzhou, so it was impossible for him to be able to compete with his own hypnosis.

"Who posted this? Is it very credible?" Fang Lin asked casually.

"I told you before that I have been to Seoul Province and have a few friends, and this is one of them. And she has served Zhu Cong since she was a child. I can definitely trust her words."

Gao Meilan said with great certainty.

"Let's take a look. If what your friend said is true, I'm afraid we have already fallen into the trap set by the Zhu family and his son. It will be very difficult to escape now," Fang Lin said thoughtfully.

While at the barbecue restaurant, Gao Meilan had been trying to help Fang Lin through some of her connections, so she was always chatting with people.

After learning Zhu Yan's explanation, she immediately sought confirmation from many sources, but the results were all the opposite.

Fang Lin's words also made her more and more frightened. She couldn't understand the Zhu family at all. There is a sense of terror that the whole person has been completely plunged into darkness, but there is absolutely nothing that can be done about it.

"Stop thinking so wildly, I have my own way of dealing with it."

Like her, Fang Lin also felt the same. However, he was not worried at all and was still confident.

No matter how many conspiracies and tricks the Zhu family has, once they really touch their bottom line, they will kill them directly at worst. Even if they can't be destroyed, Fang Lin is confident that they will be injured.

"The shape of this little white horse is really good."

Seeing that Gao Meilan was still a little worried, Fang Lin wanted to ease her mood and casually pointed to some trinkets placed on the ground by the vendor next to her.

Among the trinkets is a small white horse made of ceramics. The workmanship is very rough. Even if it is used as a decoration, it seems to take up a lot of space.

"Boss, how much does this horse cost?"

As soon as Fang Lin finished speaking, a middle-aged man in the crowd walked directly to the stall, picked up the little white horse and asked.

"Fifty." The boss said without hesitation.

"Okay, I want it." The man quickly took out his wallet and said.

"Boss, be careful of counterfeit money!"

Fang Lin seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He almost laughed out loud and raised the corner of his mouth. Just when the crowd subconsciously made way for a passage, the vendors on the side jumped up one after another, each holding a sharp weapon, and once again surrounded Fang Lin and Fang Lin in a small circle.

"Yes... they have knives."

"Young man, if a good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences, just pay some money and leave!"

A simple comparison of buying and selling, no one expected that it would instantly lead to a sword fight.

Suddenly there was a burst of panic and screams, and many people hurriedly ran away. Even the few people with righteous intentions, in addition to calling the police in time, also took seven or eight steps back and tried to persuade Fang Lin.

"Boy, I suggest you think carefully before speaking."

Even though he knew that someone had called the police, the stall owner did not panic at all, but said coldly with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Are you planning to rob?" Fang Lin said calmly.

"Whatever you think, boy, if you pay now it's still too late. When I completely lose my patience, you'll lose your life."

There are more than ten people on his side, and they also have weapons. How can the stall owner take a young man seriously? The tone of his speech also became more and more tough.

Forced buying and selling is nothing unusual in reality. It is not surprising that roadside vendors gather their strength. But this was the first time that Fang Lin was not afraid of calling the police.

And he dared to show the murder weapon blatantly, which was definitely not the arrogance that ordinary vendors dared to do. So Fang Lin had a vague feeling that they were no ordinary hawkers, and he was afraid that there were some forces behind them.

"It's okay to ask for money, but it still depends on whether you have the strength to get it. Maybe you can tell me who is behind you? Maybe your boss can really scare me."

Fang Lin looked at the dozen people with interest.

After a try, the expressions of more than a dozen vendors indeed changed very slightly.

Although it was very short, everything had been seen by Fang Lin. As expected, his guess was not false at all.

"Boy, are you from Zhu Cong?" the stall owner said with a serious expression.

"So what if it's Zhu Cong's person? Let's stay and pay the money first." One of them said disapprovingly.

Although I have only been in Xingzhou City for a short day, the name Zhu Cong is as loud as thunder and is feared by everyone as the 'Living King of Hell'. A big shot who can make the whole province of Seoul tremble if he is slightly displeased.

But they were just a few street vendors, but they didn't seem to have much fear of Zhu Cong, and even had some disdain for him.

This made Fang Lin quite curious, and he vaguely guessed who the master behind them was? In the entire Seoul Province, the head of the Zhu family is the only one with such strength.

"Oh? Is the current patriarch so stupid? How dare he not even give face to the Yan family? I think that old man is really impatient with life, isn't he?" Fang Lin said with an evil smile.

"Sure enough, it's Zhu Cong's guy, take action."

Fang Lin's words caused the expressions of many vendors to change instantly. After one of them roared, he immediately raised the short blade in his hand and stabbed him straight in the abdomen.

Their reactions once again verified Fang Lin's guess. After feeling a little interesting, he retracted his abdomen slightly and lowered his right hand to clasp the man's wrist.

Then with a little force, the attacking man flew into the Xingzhou River with a scream.

In the blink of an eye, a companion was already splashing in the river. Fang Lin's hand was revealed, and everyone stood completely stunned on the spot, without any reaction for a while.

r\u003e

"You are no match for me. Go back and tell your clan leader that Fang Lin wants to meet him.

Remember, he came to visit me in person, and I lived at Ouyang's house. I believe he will be very interested. "

Fang Lin calmly lit a cigarette and walked away slowly with Gao Meilan in his words.

With the title of empire, even Yao Chengjun didn't dare to act rashly, and the strength of the Zhu family made Fang Lin not dare to act rashly.

However, all parties in the Zhu family are very tightly guarded. Even biological children like Zhu Ling and Zhu Yan know little about the Zhu family, which once left Fang Lin at a loss.

The discord between father and son also gave Fang Lin hope.

"Fang Lin, I think Zhu Yan is lying. The information you learned from him may not be true."

Just when Fang Lin was planning his next move, Gao Meilan received a text message on her cell phone, and her face instantly became serious.

Suspicion took Gao Meilan's cell phone. It was a text message from an unknown number. The content was also very simple. It only contained the words "harmony between the Zhu family and his son".

The information in Zhu Yan's mouth was obtained through hypnosis, and Fang Lin was certain that it was impossible for him to lie.

After all, Zhu Yan was just an ordinary person. He was thousands of miles away from the men in black in Jingzhou, so it was impossible for him to be able to compete with his own hypnosis.

"Who posted this? Is it very credible?" Fang Lin asked casually.

"I told you before that I have been to Seoul Province and have a few friends, and this is one of them. And she has served Zhu Cong since she was a child. I can definitely trust her words."

Gao Meilan said with great certainty.

"Let's take a look. If what your friend said is true, I'm afraid we have already fallen into the trap set by the Zhu family and his son. It will be very difficult to escape now," Fang Lin said thoughtfully.

While at the barbecue restaurant, Gao Meilan had been trying to help Fang Lin through some of her connections, so she was always chatting with people.

After learning Zhu Yan's explanation, she immediately sought confirmation from many sources, but the results were all the opposite.

Fang Lin's words also made her more and more worried. She couldn't understand the Zhu family at all. There is a terrifying feeling that the whole person has been completely plunged into darkness, but there is absolutely nothing that can be done about it.

"Stop thinking so wildly, I have my own way of dealing with it."

Like her, Fang Lin also felt the same. However, he was not worried at all and was still confident.

No matter how many conspiracies and tricks the Zhu family has, once they really touch their bottom line, they will kill them directly at worst. Even if they can't be destroyed, Fang Lin is confident that they will be injured.

"The shape of this little white horse is really good."

Seeing that Gao Meilan was still a little worried, Fang Lin wanted to ease her mood and casually pointed to some trinkets placed on the ground by the vendor next to her.

Among the trinkets is a small white horse made of ceramics. The workmanship is very rough. Even if it is used as a decoration, it seems to take up a lot of space.

"Boss, how much does this horse cost?"

As soon as Fang Lin finished speaking, a middle-aged man in the crowd walked directly to the stall, picked up the little white horse and asked.

"Fifty." The boss said without hesitation.

"Okay, I want it." The man quickly took out his wallet and said.

"Boss, be careful of counterfeit money!"

Fang Lin seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He almost laughed out loud and raised the corner of his mouth.