Chapter 152: A bad man but not a loser, a shrewd mayor, and a revenge plot after death (1/2)

The mist evaporated in an instant.

It was precisely because all the holy water used for protection evaporated instantly.

It was like a worm shaking a tree. Facing the attack in the void, all the spiritual power was consumed in an instant, and the holy water naturally turned into mist.

The mayor's head rolled off the pillow on the bed.

The spurting blood mixed with the steaming mist.

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

Father Wu, who had been praying with all his heart just now, was dumbfounded at this time.

In order to pray for the mayor, he got closest and was splashed with blood and mist.

His whole body turned red, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated from his nose into his brain, making him want to gag.

The two monks shouted: "Oh, Maga! How is this possible?"

He quickly stretched out his hand and pulled open the bloody quilt, revealing the headless body of the mayor.

The mayor's silk coat was torn open, and a broken silver cross was placed on his chest.

The expressions of the two monks changed drastically.

Western monks like them are much more generous than the people of Quanxing in order to preach.

Yuan Jingui also regarded his magic weapon as a treasure and hesitated to take it out. He only borrowed it at the last moment.

However, these two monks directly applied for a rare protective cross from the church.

It is said that this cross has a history of thousands of years, and it is even said to be the protective cross used by Saint Mark.

This magical weapon contains a strong spiritual power of faith. This is a protective treasure given to them by their God.

Even if it is a person who has never practiced cultivation, as long as he holds this silver cross, even the vampire count will not be able to get close at all.

This precious cross is worth a thousand dollars.

You can only apply for it and use it once. Once it is used up, it will be sealed and they will have to write a report.

But what do they see now?

This extremely precious protective cross has been broken diagonally.

The crucifixion of Jesus carved on the cross was also broken into two parts from the upper chest.

It looked as if his head had been chopped off like the mayor's.

The two monks turned pale with fright.

Regardless of the blood staining the silver cross, he trembled and bent over, muttering in his mouth.

"No way, no way, absolutely impossible."

"It's over, we're done..."

The two men held the cross in their hands.

Use your own divine power to promote hair growth.

But there was no reaction at all.

The two of them each held a piece, and after reading it, they exchanged views.

But the more he looked at her, the paler his face became. He looked so sad that he almost cried.

This cross, which originally exuded divine light, has now become dim and dull, and has clearly been scrapped.

Even if you take it out and sell it for money, you may not be able to get the selling price.

Although he has some history, there is no patina because of the divine light protecting his body.

It cannot be sold as an antique, but can be sold as silver, and because it has a long history, the silver is not pure and cannot be sold at a high price.

Now I'm afraid it can't even be worth the price of ordinary silver.

This time it was a real loss.

"Father Wu, what should we do?"

The two monks were confused, but Father Wu was also stunned.

Just murmuring in his mouth.

"This is a test God has given me, Amen. This is a test God has given me, Amen..."

"Dragon Slaying! Who did you provoke? Why don't you tell me clearly now!"

Yuan Jingui completely lost the composure he had when he was fighting the fire.

Like an angry rooster, he angrily leaned forward and grabbed Taoist Dragon Slayer's collar fiercely. His spittle flew everywhere and he roared angrily.

"You pay for my magic weapon, pay for my magic weapon!"

There are two types of weapon refiners in the world.

One type is like a Taoist weapon refiner who has trained some magical weapons, but they are all external objects.

Just like Lin Yu's magic weapons, they are just ordinary weapons refined using the Bagua Furnace.

A bit like a blacksmith.

The other type is people like Yuan Jingui who are born with the talent to refine weapons.

These people don't pay too much attention to the five elements' mutual restraint materials, and they often explore by themselves.

Then he uses the Qi he has cultivated to impregnate the material, and relies on water-milling skills to refine the spirituality of the magic weapon, thus becoming a real magic weapon.

And they are often very powerful.

Because this is no longer just a magic weapon, it can be said to be the crystallization of the lifelong practice of this kind of people who are born with spiritual talents.

If too many magical weapons are refined, it may even be harmful to their own practice.

Even if it is not refined much, each magic weapon will consume its corresponding practice.

Ordinary practitioners can experience as many cold and heat spells as they close and open their eyes. Their lives are limited, and the instruments they can practice are naturally limited.

Therefore, this magical weapon is often regarded very seriously.

It is also difficult to see magic weapons in normal circulation on the market.

So this magical weapon like the lifeblood was destroyed here, which made Yuan Jingui almost blinded by anger.

Such a loss is almost immeasurable to him!

Tulong also looked pale.

He had nothing to say.

Although he has been traveling around the world for many years, he is ruthless and does all kinds of evil.

There is a ruthlessness and hardness in his bones.

But now I know that I have really hit a wall that cannot be kicked off.

There were so many people present, and no one was easy to get along with.

The two Quan Xing minions don't count.

Just looking at Xia Liuqing, this magic fighting technique passed down from the Boxers is hard enough to deal with.

It's hard to say how deep this person's cultivation has reached.

Just look at the ink-and-wash iron whip of the spirit shadow he summoned just now. The pressure of the sediment on people's hearts and spirits makes people know that his strength is better than theirs.

The two foreign monks practice a different system from them.

The methods are naturally a bit strange.

They also spent a lot of money.

The cross magic weapon that was taken out at the beginning made Taoist Tulong feel jealous.

It is much more precious than the Kumantong that he got from Siam at the cost of half his life.

But such a magic weapon seems to have lasted only for a breath before it was completely useless.

Yuan Jingui's magic weapon is naturally needless to say.

Although this guy is a villain and his cultivation is not very strong.

But half of his life's cultivation has been placed on this magic weapon.

He used the Nine Dragons to protect himself, and I might not be able to break it even if I attacked for a stick of incense.

But it was right in front of me, and I couldn't even hold on for a breath. It can be said that it collapsed at the first touch.

It's okay that I didn't protect people, but even the magic weapon itself was useless.

This kind of strength... This kind of strength is really terrifying...

"Or... Or forget it? Now that things have come to this, I can only admit defeat."

The Dragon Slayer Taoist priest who originally seemed to be the toughest and most ruthless was now the first to admit defeat.

His mind turned quickly.

The mayor is dead, and there is a strong dragon here, and I can't beat it at all.

If I still fight here, I might die. Not to mention that I can't do business, I will lose my life, which is really a big loss.

Although I have paid a great price now, the mayor is dead, so I can rob some of his wealth and find another place to make money.

The world is so big, where can't I sell opium?

There is always a chance to make a fortune.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!" ×2

As soon as the voice fell, I immediately received a four-hit denial.

Yuan Jingui and Xia Liuqing actually disagreed.

The two foreign monks reacted even more violently.

Their sunken eye sockets were about to pop out, and their originally heterochromatic pupils were now red with anger.

Before Taoist Tulong could speak, he saw the butler next to him shaking his head.

"We really can't stop here, otherwise everyone will get nothing."

The butler took a step forward and took out a letter from his arms.

He opened it and showed it to everyone.

"Although the master doesn't want to die, he has also made plans for the worst."

"Now, except for a few shops in this town, there is actually no spare money, all of which have been secretly taken away by the master."

"Even those that have not been taken away have been signed and telegraphed to General Pang Dahu, who is 80 miles away."

"If he doesn't survive in the end, you will need to avenge his family. After the success, the originally agreed reward will be returned tenfold."

"If everyone runs away in disgrace, then he died in vain, and all the money will be paid to General Pang Da."

"General Pang has thousands of foreign guns and dozens of cannons in his hands. Even if everyone has unique skills, it is probably difficult to pull teeth out of the tiger's mouth. In the end, it will be a waste of effort and nothing will be gained."

The housekeeper looked at the two broken magic weapons on the bed.

The meaning is already very clear.

This made people breathe harder.

Yuan Jingui was extremely angry, and a nine-dragon seed was flicked out with his hand.

Oh, no, now I can only call him Eight Dragons.

Snap!

He directly smashed the mayor's head, which was rolling down.

He vented his anger.

"Damn, old man, you still want to play tricks after death."

Even the two foreign monks looked unhappy and stared at the housekeeper.

"This is different from what we agreed in advance!"

The housekeeper shrugged helplessly and said nothing, but the situation is this situation, you can do it.

If this is the case, the two foreign monks really have no way to report.

The money originally promised to build the church is now gone, and he had to rely on his power as a local snake to help preach, but now it has also vanished.

Even the magic weapon was broken.

But fortunately, they were planning to take revenge.

After all, if they didn't take revenge for the damage to the magic weapon, they would definitely be in trouble.

Even if they sent their treasured little boy to the upper level, the upper level might not be able to spare them.

Serving the priest since childhood, the two of them finally grew up and were ready to have a good time.

Now they were asked to accept their fate, how could they be willing.

"How can you guarantee that what you said can be realized?"

They questioned the butler.

But the butler just shook his head and waved his hands.

"I can't guarantee it either, but it's useless for you to question me. But the master also said before he died that almost all of their big piece of fat meat has been delivered to General Pang Da's mouth."

"Even if you are foreigners, I guess you can't make him spit it out."

"But if you have a written receipt, that's another matter. At least you can get back most of your share, and the master has promised to give more."

The two foreign monks nodded.

Their family is big and powerful, and they also have influence internationally.

This General Pang Da was originally a warlord.

But in the midst of Chang Ruiyuan's vigor and the competition of all things, he was unable to resist and could only surrender obediently and choose to be incorporated.

There were many people in Chang Ruiyuan and Wang Tianhai's National Government who were willing to sell face to foreigners.

As long as there was a written document, there was no fear of not getting their share.

Although this old mayor was just a comprador when he was young, it sounded disgusting.

But this person was bad, but he still had some ability.

He really calculated to the last step.

Even if he didn't die, so much property would be put in the hands of General Pang and traded back and forth, at least 30% to 40% would be lost.

For those warlords, it is natural to pluck feathers from the passing geese.

And for General Pang, he was naturally happy to get 30% to 40% of so much property for free, and he didn't lose anything himself.

And if the mayor died, 50% to 60% of it would belong to General Pang directly.

The rest would be turned into a bounty and distributed to the foreigners.

To get revenge.

As the mayor's backup, the steward naturally had to tie up this warship.

Only after these people avenge the mayor can the steward get his share.

After hearing these words, even the face of the Dragon Slayer turned black.

For a moment, he hesitated again.

Unexpectedly, he didn't get to eat the meat but got into trouble.

The mayor had already figured out that he was going to occupy other people's property. He did it under his nose without anyone noticing.

Sure enough, everyone has their own specialty.

Although he has the ability, if he wants to make the opium business, he really needs the help of people like the mayor, and everyone shares the money.

This also shows that his initial choice was not wrong, and he still has some vision.

But now that the loss has been too great and there is no way to make up for it, he doesn't want to run away anymore, and still wants to fight.

Yuan Jingui was angry, so naturally he didn't want to run away.

He wanted revenge, revenge for his magic weapon.

At the same time, he also wanted to destroy the peerless genius in Renjia Town who was said to be the reincarnation of a fairy boy.

He just likes to destroy those young talents.

This is his hobby.

First, he likes to stir up trouble, and second, he also likes to destroy those geniuses.

There is no cure.

Now he wants revenge.

He wants to see the grief of his enemies after the genius is destroyed.

Only in this way can he make up for his loss and feel happy.

As for Xia Liuqing...

He actually doesn't have so many evil obsessions.

In fact, he didn't lose anything at all. If he couldn't make this money, he would just take it as a stroll and play. He didn't care.

But there was one thing he couldn't let go of.

Xia Liuqing lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

A colorful mist was gently swaying in his palm.

Why...

Why was his Qi completely useless just now?

Although he might not be able to beat him, the weakest holy water was evaporated.

But why didn't the Qi he sent out have any effect?

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