pertwk Chapter 34 yielded tremendous results.
Chapter 34 yielded tremendous results.
Old Six's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Shuwen had already lunged at him.
This time, he went straight to the point.
The speed was three points faster.
In an instant, they were already in front of the short, stocky man.
"Go to hell!"
Old Six steeled his heart, drew the short knife from his waist, and stabbed forward fiercely.
He had a bone-crackling technique, and this strike used all his strength, the blade whistling sharply as it cut through the air.
Fang Shuwen's body twisted at an unbelievable angle, as if it had no bones.
The dagger grazed his ribs and missed.
At the same time, Fang Shuwen's right hand shot out like a snake's head, his five fingers joined together in a cone shape, and struck Lao Liu's temple with precision.
The snake's tongue flicks out its tongue!
This move is a powerful strike.
With one punch, Lao Liu's head rang!
The force was so strong that it shook his head back into place.
The sixth man's consciousness instantly went dark, and his short, stocky body stiffened and fell to the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
Dust rose, and the dagger slipped from the loosened hand, bounced twice with a clatter, and then fell silent.
Fang Shuwen remained in the punching stance, looking down at the short, stocky body on the ground.
Old Six's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, a trace of dark red spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a small patch of gravel beneath him was soaked.
From the moment a punch is thrown to the moment of death, it takes only the time it takes to breathe.
The difference between one crack and two cracks is much greater than most people imagine.
Fang Shuwen shook the blood off his fist, squatted down, and began to search Lao Liu's body.
He pulled a slightly worn leather wallet from his waist, and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.
Untying the rope, I looked inside and the gleam of the silver coins shone brightly in the twilight.
He didn't count them carefully, but just stuffed them into his cloth bag.
They then examined Tiger's body again.
The tall, thin man carried even more things: a bulging money bag at his waist and an oil paper package tucked into his arms.
Fang Shuwen took off the money bag, opened it, and saw that in addition to silver dollars, there were several colorful banknotes.
He was secretly delighted, but kept a straight face. He stuffed the money bag into his schoolbag and opened the oil paper package.
Inside were a few pieces of dry food and a small packet of white powder that didn't smell much.
Fang Shuwen frowned, wrapped the medicine powder back up as it was, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.
We can find someone to check what this thing is later.
After searching the two bodies, Fang Shuwen stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He walked onto the wooden boat and bent down to untie the ropes on the burlap sack.
The first burlap sack was tied tightly with rope, the rope digging into the fibers of the burlap. He used his fingers to pull it open in a few quick movements.
The sack was opened, revealing a pale face.
Young and pretty.
I don't know them, but judging from their clothes, they should be students from a public high school.
At this moment, the girl's eyes were closed, her lips were purple, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
Judging from his appearance, he has been deeply poisoned by the secret medicine and will not wake up for a while.
He was about to untie the second sack when it suddenly began to twist violently.
A muffled "woofing" sound came from inside the sack, like something struggling, its mouth gagged.
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow and quickly untied the rope of the second burlap sack.
The moment the sack was opened, a pretty face flushed red peeked out from inside.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her anger blazing.
But with a rag stuffed in her mouth, she couldn't speak, only her eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire, remained.
Fang Shuwen was stunned.
He knew this person.
No, I should say "extremely impressive".
Zheng Yuanpei's granddaughter, the rich young lady whose buttocks were pinched by the original owner.
What was it called again?
It seems his surname is Zheng.
"Why is it you?"
Fang Shuwen blurted out, his tone tinged with surprise.
Zheng Shulan's eyes widened, her mouth stuffed with cloth, unable to speak, only able to make rapid "ooh-ooh" sounds.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in dust, and a button on her school uniform collar was undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone.
But those eyes were still so bright, staring at Fang Shuwen as if to say, "What are you looking at? Let me go right now."
Fang Shuwen reached out and pulled the rag out of her mouth.
Zheng Shulan gasped for breath a few times, then took a deep, sharp breath, her voice as shrill as a knife:
"You scoundrel! What are you doing here? Did you kidnap me?"
Fang Shuwen glanced at her speechlessly, too lazy to explain, and turned to untie the ropes binding another girl.
Zheng Shulan was tied up in a sack, her hands and feet tightly bound with thick hemp rope. She struggled twice but couldn't break free, and angrily shouted:
"Hey! Untie me first! You filthy pervert, don't you hear me?!"
"Ha, is this how you ask for favors?" Fang Shuwen laughed.
This girl must be from some wealthy and powerful family; she doesn't even know what kind of situation she's in now.
If he really is a villain, wouldn't this kind of provocation be terrible?
Seeing that he ignored her, Zheng Shulan became even more angry, her face turning redder and her teeth grinding together.
"Are you...are you deaf? I told you to untie me first!"
Fang Shuwen finally turned around and looked her up and down.
"Is this the attitude you get when you ask for a favor?"
Zheng Shulan choked for a moment, opened her mouth, then closed it again.
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound less clenched and aggressive:
"Could you please... help me untie the rope?"
Fang Shuwen then slowly walked over, squatted down, and quickly tore off the hemp ropes binding her wrists and ankles.
As soon as Zheng Shulan was freed, she immediately climbed out of the sack.
He staggered a couple of steps to steady himself, rubbing his wrists which were red from being tied with rope, and glanced around the bend in the river.
She saw two corpses on the ground.
A tall, thin man, his chest sunken and bleeding profusely.
The other body was short and stocky, with a sunken temple and blood seeping from its ear canals; its death was gruesome.
Her expression changed slightly, and her gaze returned to Fang Shuwen, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"You...you killed them?"
Fang Shuwen did not answer the question, but instead bent down to move the girl.
"You're going to stay here? Waiting for the Wild Wolf Gang to come and collect your body?"
Zheng Shulan then realized what was happening and quickly jogged to catch up.
She couldn't stay here alone anymore; who knew if those bastards would have any helpers?
"Wait for me!"
Fang Shuwen placed the girl on the cart and turned to look at the rich girl behind him.
"Then you push the cart!"
"you!"
"Are you going to push me or not? If not, go back by yourself and don't follow me."
"Fine, I'll push it! Anyone can do that!"
After a conversation, Zheng Shulan was defeated.
I had no choice but to push the cart.
"I remember you bought a book at the bookstore on East Street today. Is it in your bag? Let me see it."
Zheng Shulan was stunned for a moment, and her hand pushing the cart stiffened slightly.
How did you know I bought a book?
After asking, I realized that the bookstore owner must have told him.
"It's in my bag."
Fang Shuwen bent down and rummaged through the cart, and sure enough, found a light blue bag with a small orchid embroidered on it. The stitches were fine and dense, and it was obviously handmade.
He unzipped his bag and took out "Tales of the Ancient Castle".
As soon as I picked up the book, a faint coolness washed over me.
Sure enough, this book also has problems.