2302: C2302 Waiting for Wind to Come

C2302 Waiting for Wind to Come

At the foot of the Lo Jia Mountain.

On top of a black Audi, Wang Yan looked through the dark, misty window at the top of the mountain, showing a nervous expression. When the clothes were torn, she didn't feel much pain from torturing her body with her arms, which were covered in wounds and mucus. She was used to disgusting things. Although it was worse than eating shit, she was still used to it. She only got used to it because she was afraid of death.

Zhu Yulun looked at the top of the mountain and revealed a cold smile. He said firmly, "Yang Ping, you're dead for sure."

Wang Yan said worriedly, "But what about Ma Weiwei?" If we die, we will be implicated. "

Zhu Yulun smiled, but his smile was twisted and his face was gloomy and scary, he said resentfully: "Any woman related to Yang Ping will die, and very miserably. "Ma Weiwei will die, Zhu Xi will die. Even if I have to say something or chat, I will not let her go."

Wang Yan's hair stood on end as she felt the hatred in Zhu Yulun's voice. She had never seen anyone so resentful towards another person.

"It's just going up the mountain. Although the Posterior Mountain is forbidden area, it is impossible to kill a person, right? " Wang Yan hesitated for a long time before finally asking her questions. Attracting Yang Ping onto the Posterior Mountain did not guarantee his death. Furthermore, even though the Posterior Mountain was steep, it was not that no one had been there, but instead safely descended the mountain, so they did not believe it.

Zhu Yulun squinted his eyes and sneered.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell Wang Yan that someone was waiting for Wu Tie on the mountain. This person was known as the number one assassin in Yun Province. He had paid a heavy price in Zhu Family to invite a peerless expert, and it was said that he was ranked within fifty on the Ranking of Assassins. He was at a completely different level from the assassin he had invited. Zhu Xing didn't mention this person because even he felt scared.

Feng Qingyun, nicknamed the Bloody Hand Scholar.

He was once a student at a world-famous school, studying with world-renowned reptile experts, obsessed with cold-blooded animals. He was paranoid, working on highly toxic organisms to the point of madness, and he used the human body for experiments to develop human gene-altered sera, using living humans for experiments. His mentor found out and expelled him from the sect. In a fit of rage, he took revenge on his mentor in the cruelest way possible and threw him into the room where the scorpions and venomous snakes were located. Those poisonous scorpions and poisonous snakes that had been fed with hormones were extremely manic and had a strong offensive ability. He watched coldly as his mentor was gnawed to the bone by the venomous snakes and scorpions.

When the Mi Country police arrested him, and watched the video of his mentor being killed, they thought it was extremely cruel. Moreover, at that time, the relationship between Mi Country and China was subtle. The higher ups of the Mi Country forced the matter to be tried secretly and sentenced the person to death. It had to be known that in Mi Country, there were very few deaths. Even the most brutal murders were only life sentences, but Feng Qingyun was sentenced to death.

Feng Qingyun was very calm, even on the day of the mission, he didn't show any expression.

On the day of execution, the prison that held Feng Qingyun exploded. The prison was in an uproar. Thirty-one people had died and thirty-one had been injured. Feng Qingyun had disappeared. It was said that he was highly valued by the leaders of the assassination organisations. He was accepted as a direct disciple and specialized in the assassination industry. In just a few short years, he made a huge name for himself. When the Mi Country Government found out that Feng Qingyun wasn't dead yet, they sent out the highest level wanted posters, but unfortunately, all those who came to arrest Feng Qingyun all mysteriously died.

This was strength. Feng Qingyun had already surpassed common sense and was extremely powerful.

If this person were to make a move, wouldn't Yang Ping die?

Zhu Yulun ravaged Wang Yan's body. His palm was covered with viscous tissue fluid and some unknown blood. He put it in his mouth and showed an expression of enjoyment. Wang Yan felt a chill run down her spine and she almost vomited. However, the intense pain in her body made her afraid to make any unnecessary movements. She had to keep laughing.

At the top of the mountain.

Yang Ping looked at Feng Qingyun with a serious expression.

Sorrowful to a Ghost, the leader of the underground killer organization, had been confirmed as Ninth Level Stage 10 years ago. He had a place among the famous people of the old man, and he was cunning, cunning, and controlled a huge underground kingdom. The United Nations once discussed the assassination of Sorrowful to a Ghost in secret, but the next day, Sorrowful to a Ghost made a strong statement and kidnapped many of the representatives of the countries that had joined the secret alliance.

After Leader from many countries saw the list, he immediately removed the plan against Sorrowful to a Ghost. It was because those names were all Leader's family. They did not want to put their loved ones in danger for Sorrowful to a Ghost.

As the sharpest sword in China, Yang Ping had participated in the assassination plan to assassinate Sorrowful to a Ghost. He understood Sorrowful to a Ghost's terror very well. Even at his peak, he was not Sorrowful to a Ghost's match. It was unknown if the Ninth Level Stage from ten years ago would help him break through to become a saint now, but Sorrowful to a Ghost would definitely be even more terrifying.

Feng Qingyun looked at Yang Ping playfully, closed his eyes, kissed the bloody smell in the air and said in pleasure, "You are not an ordinary person, I can smell the thick smell of blood from you. "Hmm, not bad. You've killed at least a hundred people."

Ma Weiwei was inwardly shocked. She looked at Yang Ping, not daring to believe Feng Qingyun's words.

Yang Ping said lightly: "Sorrowful to a Ghost's disciple, at least you are not your master. In Dragon City, it's not up to you to act rashly. "

Feng Qingyun seemed to have heard the funniest joke, he held his stomach and shook his head: "I'm already messing around. Right, the trash under me is your friend, right? "And one more..." After thinking for a moment, he grinned and said, "I've kicked you off the cliff."

Ka-cha! *

Killing intent flashed in Yang Ping's eyes as he said coldly, "Then you're dead for sure."

Zhang Rong was in a coma, but he seemed to have heard Feng Qingyun kill Lu Pingyan. His eyes were filled with hatred, and he roared like a wild beast, "I'm going to kill you! You killed Ping Yan, I'm going to kill you …"

Tsk tsk.

Feng Qingyun slapped Zhang Rong's face and sighed, "Trash, tell me how you're going to kill me."

Zhang Rong muttered to himself, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you..."

Feng Qingyun shrugged and revealed an innocent expression. He looked at Yang Ping and asked, "He said he wanted to kill me. I don't like to be left behind. Even if he is an ant, I will trample him to death. You are also the same type of person, and I feel the same kind of aura. "

Yang Ping frowned and said, "Let him go. If you have the ability, come at me."

Feng Qingyun was stunned. He put on an exaggerated expression and shouted, "Are you begging me?"

Yang Ping squinted his eyes.

Feng Qingyun laughed and said while gasping for breath, "You are actually begging me." Oh, what a disappointment. You must have been a killer before. I've never heard your name, but we've definitely met before. "Yang Ping, I'm interested in listening to your story. You can take your time and talk about it, I won't kill you right away."

Yang Ping said coldly, "I'm afraid that you will be scared in the future."

Feng Qingyun chuckled and shook his head, "What a pity. Since you won't tell me, I can only slowly torture your friends. "

Zhang Rong's eyeballs were protruding out of their sockets. They were bloodshot and moving around in his eyes like earthworms. His lower abdomen was sometimes bulging and sometimes sunken, and there was a monster in his stomach that was in the midst of overturning rivers and seas. Zhang Rong screamed miserably. He was in so much pain, but he couldn't move. His eyes were filled with resentment.

Ma Weiwei couldn't stand Zhang Rong's miserable look and shouted, "Who are you and why are you trying to harm me? "Zhang Rong, hold on, we'll save you soon."

Bang!

Feng Qingyun kicked Zhang Rong and sent him flying. His head hit the rock and he immediately lost consciousness.

Ma Weiwei covered her mouth and looked at Feng Qingyun in anger. This person was too domineering, too evil, completely unreasonable.

Yang Ping was very calm, and did not seem anxious because of Zhang Rong's torture. Ma Weiwei nearly fainted from fright. Feng Qingyun nodded and praised, "Not bad, your willpower is strong. But unfortunately, you're going to die. "

"Whiz!"

Feng Qingyun disappeared on the spot and let out a sneer. The cold wind at the top of the mountain blew past like a demon flying out of the mountains. The great roc spread its wings and pounced towards Yang Ping. In the air, he suddenly threw out a purple bottle. It exploded in the air and countless black dots enveloped the sky. The densely packed black dots started to dance, giving off a very regular flapping of wings. A fishy stench assaulted their nostrils, making them feel nauseous.

Ma Weiwei covered her mouth as she felt the urge to vomit.

Yang Ping snorted. He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and threw it into the air. A white powder covered the black dot.

The moment the black dots met the white powder, it was as if they met their nemesis. They all fell to the ground and wriggled their bodies, but very quickly, their bodies stiffened and turned into tiny corpses. Yang Ping lowered his head and saw that the black dot was a poisonous leech from the depths of the mountains.

Feng Qingyun didn't expect Yang Ping to break his poisonous leeches so easily. He was stunned for a moment before snorting, "You do have some skill, but that's it."

He took out his flute, put it to his mouth, and played a mysterious tune.

The surrounding grass was moving, and as the song went on, more and more bushes were moving. Ma Weiwei was upset, but her curiosity was piqued when she saw colorful snakes crawling out of the grass with their heads held high and their tongues flicking as they glared viciously at Qin Lie.

"Ah, snakes!" Ma Weiwei hugged Yang Ping's body tightly and exclaimed.

Yang Ping said coldly, "The killer ranked 50th will only use the underhanded method. I don't think so. However, it's just a small trick, to become a tiger in a class. " As the successor to the Immortal Medicine Sect, Feng Qingyun's poison methods were not even worth mentioning in front of him.

Yang Ping did not move at all. He was muttering some words as he spat out complicated notes that spread out in all directions.

Strangely, those vicious snakes fell into confusion and no longer attacked Yang Ping. Instead, they left with their tails between their legs. Feng Qingyun's expression changed drastically as he looked at Yang Ping in shock and roared, "How could you possibly break my Ten Thousand Poison Array? "Impossible, this is the poison formation that I painstakingly refined."

Yang Ping didn't waste any time and said coldly: "You killed my friend?"

The corner of Feng Qingyun's mouth curled up as he shrugged, "More than one." I will continue to kill as many as I like. Until you die for it. Yang Ping, I admit that I've underestimated you. "Killing a person without a challenge is not worth it for me."

"Die."

Suddenly, Feng Qingyun's cold voice came from behind him. He stabbed a green dagger into Yang Ping's heart. He said with regret, "But I don't like having too much trouble either."2

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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