989: C989 Give up a Good Future

C989 Give up a Good Future

4"There's no need to leave and wait for news. We can call someone to retrieve the corpse right now and take care of this mortal."

Daoist Qing Yang walked in. He didn't even need to ask where Jiang Chen was at the front desk. He raised his hand and pinched his fingers, as if he was calculating something.

Outsiders might not understand, but anyone who knew the slightest bit about the Feng Shui phase technique would know that it was a pinching of the fingers to calculate the direction.

It was one of the spells commonly used by feng shui Warlocks.

If it was used to fix the Fengshui Acupoint, it could be considered a Yin Level, Fortune God Level, etc. It was the most basic Tao technique.

However, there were different levels to it. It could be considered a still life position, or it could be considered a fixed mountain and river dragon vein as the most basic level. It was a relatively advanced method to obtain a living person's position.

Of course, this wouldn't have any special effects like in the movies. It would always give out strange lights or something like that.

This was purely Feng Shui calculus, using the twelve hours plus some of the numbers of the skills they had, he could pinpoint the direction of a person.

Many rural feng shui masters or part-time Feng Shui masters knew this, just that it was impossible to see the head properly.

At this moment, Jiang Chen was already in Dong Qingyu's presidential suite. Dong Qingyu saw Jiang Chen coming over and happily hugged him.

Jiang Chen smelled a girl's fragrance.

Holding a girl in his arms, he could smell her fragrance and her gentleness.

"What kind of manners do you have? Quickly go to the room, someone is coming!"

Jiang Chen felt that danger was approaching. This kind of feeling was unique to assassins.

In fact, there were normal people too. When a stick was about to hit your head, all of the cells in your body would react. Especially the part that was about to be hit, it would feel a sense of exhaustion and pain.

Assassin only amplified this talent countless times.

"Is it that Daoist Qing Yang?"

"Probably, but not for you."

As Jiang Chen said this, he pushed Dong Qing Yu into the room.

"Whatever happens, don't come out, okay?"

When Jiang Chen said this to Dong Qing Yu, Dong Qing Yu started to worry as well.

"Mhmm, don't worry, that Taoist has a concealed weapon. Be careful."

"What concealed weapon?"

"It should be a flying needle. When I met him, he was painting something black on each of his needles. That needle is as long as a finger." Since Dong Qing Yu said so, Jiang Chen had to be even more careful.

The thing with the needle should be poison.

As for things related to Taoism, most of them could not be used to directly attack. The effects of traps were similar to that of drinking poison, which was that it gave people a unique poison that had a slow onset and only he could cure.

He could use this to control the target to work hard for him.

Therefore, other than being careful of the other party's forbidden weapons, Jiang Chen also needed to be careful of his Dao arts.

As long as the opponent did not spray anything at him, it would be similar to spitting out saliva or talisman water.

There are a lot of unknown bacteria on those things.

Jiang Chen was a comrade-in-arms in the organization before, and he fell ill due to the Tao technique. Later on, he found that there were thin parasites in his blood vessels and heart, which he had never seen before. With this kind of parasites, even if doctors opened their chests to take out those parasites, they wouldn't be able to take them out.

Because they lay eggs in the blood!

This was why the organization had always believed that the Taoists and beverages only knew how to cultivate bacteria that no one else knew.

Only they had their own antidote.

Later on, that comrade of his died just like that. Before he died, he warned Jiang Chen to never come into contact with such people.

When fighting him, do not let him spit or spill any liquid. As long as you touch the wound or seven holes, you will die for sure.

As for internal force, no one knew specifically what Jiang Chen's explanation was like. It was a hidden power released by a mutation that was controlled by the mind, and it had a slight electrical effect.

Every person has a "power generator" in their nucleus, which provides energy to the body, the ability to move, the ability to think, and so on.

This is what science confirms.

Internal force could very well mean that the cultivator would be able to instantly activate the electricity in the cells of the whole body and convert it into energy that could be released.

In fact, it was not strange.

The electric earth has cells so that it can release electricity from its mind, and bats can emit and receive ultrasound, so they can fly at night.

All living things are developed from a single cell. In other words, everyone is the same at the beginning, but only at the end is there a difference. The abilities that they have in their cells are also possessed by humans.

It just needs to be strengthened, as well as the approach that fortunately holds the starter.

Jiang Chen began to look forward to fighting with this Taoist. If it was really as the organization's scientists had studied, then the chances of him winning would be very high.

After all, his current strength was already three to four times greater than it was three years ago.

Just as Jiang Chen closed the door, someone knocked on the hall's door. Jiang Chen knew that the person who came was Daoist Qing Yang. He felt the highest sense of danger as all the cells in his body were in combat.

Jiang Chen strode over, opened the door, and kicked back, five meters away.

The door slowly opened.

Daoist Qing Yang walked in and locked the door. He looked at Jiang Chen.

"You know martial arts?"

He clearly noticed that Jiang Chen instantly retreated five meters away after opening the door. This was not something an ordinary person could do.

The point was that he had already sensed the purpose of his visit.

A martial artist had a sixth sense of danger, much stronger than an ordinary person's sixth sense.

However, this kind of thing rarely appeared. It was just like when someone had a sixth sense and could guess a poker card that had its back to them. When it was weak, it would not.

Jiang Chen asked indifferently, then said: "Who sent you?"

"I'm afraid I can't say, I came here to kill you, or to be killed by you."

Daoist Qing Yang did not dare to underestimate Jiang Chen. When he entered the elevator, he met Jiang Chen, but he didn't see anything. He only felt that Jiang Chen was strange and was different from ordinary people.

Therefore, he knew that he had underestimated Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen doesn't have a weapon, otherwise it would be too easy for him to kill someone." Jiang Chen doesn't have a weapon, otherwise it would be too easy for him to kill someone. Although the person in front of him was a martial artist, as long as he was not a man of steel, he would not be unharmed.

Jiang Chen and Daoist Qing Yang looked at each other. As they stared, they were waiting for the opportunity to make a move.2

In battles between experts, victory and defeat usually only lasted for an instant. How could one not die after fighting like in the movies? People were very weak.

When they looked at each other, not only was he calculating the opponent's moves, he also had to think of a way to counter it.

The entire hall was eerily quiet, as if the air itself had frozen.

A small movement could not escape both parties' senses.

The clock on the wall, the ticking of the second hand, became clearer and clearer. When it was almost 12, everything seemed to slow down. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I'll move first.

This was the key to victory.

Most of the time, Jiang Chen was the assassin. He rarely fought head on with others, especially with experts.

However, it was not as if he had no experience in this aspect. As an assassin, he was basically an all-round warrior. Any situation had to be considered, and he had to have the ability to deal with it.

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