Chapter 1859: You Come Out, I'll Go In_3

Chapter 1859: Chapter 680: You Come Out, I’ll Go In_3

His cultivation in the Wanhua Poison technique, although named ‘Wanhua’, is actually empty talk, as it’s specifically aimed at the flesh.

When deploying moves, he hides Poison in the palm, with trails of black mist spreading, just concealed under the curtain of rain.

Now, facing Jiang Lan, firstly, Jiang Lan’s big copper pipe quite restrains his Wanhua Poison technique, and secondly, Jiang Lan’s Inner Strength surpasses him.

In terms of moves, he might not have the refined techniques that Jiang Lan has honed over time.

Thus, within just a few moves, he’s been forced to retreat step by step by Jiang Lan.

Seeing that in less than three moves, he would surely be captured alive by Jiang Lan.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened:

“Fifth Lord!!”

Fifth Lord!?

Jiang Lan’s body stiffened, this palm seemed hard to deliver, just staring at Ren Piaoling:

“You there, although you have some cunning, you’re not very smart, are you?”

“You!!”

Ren Piaoling was enraged, saying that a warrior can be killed but not humiliated.

Being humiliated for no reason, truly abominable.

Then hearing Jiang Lan say again:

“So, you wouldn’t think of deceiving me at such a moment… would you?

“…Hence, you’re telling the truth?”

“It’s the truth.”

A voice suddenly came from behind Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan’s body instantly stiffened, wanting to move his steps but feeling as though a massive force weighed him down, unable to move.

“Seems that Old Ghost has taught you his life’s power.”

The voice sounded again from behind:

“Otherwise, you should be dead by now…

“Now it seems, you have been entrusted with an important task by the Imperial Dao.

“That’s still somewhat decent.”

The voice came again, accompanied by footsteps.

A step fell, followed by a thud.

Among Lu Ming’s men, one who had just freed himself from the fishing net suddenly burst into a blood mist.

Fell and died on the spot.

Then the footsteps sounded again, accompanied by a second thud.

Another died in a pool of blood.

After this, every step from behind resulted in a death.

Every step taken, one perished.

Such methods were beyond belief, hard to fathom.

Ning Xiyin saw this and dared not linger.

Decided to heed advice, eat well.

In such circumstances, showing oneself meant certain death.

However, before taking a step, he found himself enveloped by energy, unable to move.

Meanwhile, Jiang Lan’s face also turned grim, truly feeling an enormous pressure weighing down, unable to move.

Then heard the person say:

“Do you think, in your current state with Divine Skill Great Success, you can disregard everyone?”

“…Junior, dare not.”

Sweat began to form on Jiang Lan’s forehead, yet quickly mingled with the rain.

“Good that you dare not.”

The talker finally arrived before Jiang Lan.

To Jiang Lan’s surprise, the person was someone he had to look down to see.

His figure was hunched, an elderly white-haired little old man.

Hands behind his back, looking somewhat weary.

His eyes appeared dark, as if lacking sleep.

He glanced at Jiang Lan, then slowly extended a finger:

“Fall.”

Jiang Lan obeyed, collapsing as told.

Lay on the ground, unconscious.

The little old man then glanced at Ren Piaoling:

“Waste.”

“…Yes.”

Ren Piaoling hurriedly kneeled:

“Subordinate is a waste.”

“Others learn from shame to strive, you just know shame… what’s the use?”

The old man turned, waving lightly:

“Can’t be bothered to chat…”

Stepping out, reaching Lu Ming.

Lu Ming stood still, temple veins pulsing.

The old man looked up, casually took the Thousand Insect Thousand Corpse Pill from his hand:

“Good stuff, the third one loves these novel creations.

“After so long not meeting, was pondering what little surprise to bring to him during this meeting…

“Didn’t expect you’d deliver it yourself.

“Reward you with a swift end.”

After speaking, turned and left.

As he turned, Lu Ming suddenly twisted.

His upper body to the left, lower body to the right.

With a twist, a snapping sound, life instantly extinguished.

The old man turned, wiped the pill, then placed it in his sleeve.

Resumed steps, arriving before Ning Xiyin.

Head tilted, glanced twice:

“You look familiar, what’s your name?”

Ning Xiyin didn’t wish to answer.

Yet under the old man’s weary gaze, courage to resist fled.

Just when he was about to speak.

The old man yawned suddenly:

“Tired… has Calming Tea been prepared?”

“Ready.”

Gatekeeper promptly replied from the ground.

“Then good.”

As he spoke, he reached and tossed Ning Xiyin down.

“Pack him up, take him… feels familiar, got to ask carefully later.”

“Yes.”

The gatekeeper dared not defy, immediately human shame stood, carrying Ning Xiyin.

Ning Xiyin hadn’t passed out, still conscious.

Looked around, saw human shame taking him to a side room.

Opening a coffin, placed him comfortably inside.

Considerately closed the lid.

Thankfully didn’t hammer nails, else Ning Xiyin would suspect being buried alive.

Afterwards, all quiet.

Human shame silent, surroundings also silent.

Ning Xiyin puzzled, just this?

While wondering, coffin lid suddenly opened, Ren Piaoling’s fierce face appeared before Ning Xiyin.

Saw him grin, extended a hand, Ning Xiyin felt darkness, knowing nothing.

From then onwards, all was silent, only darkness as a constant companion.

Not sure how long passed, suddenly felt a jump in the chest, abruptly opened eyes.

Still in that coffin.

Yet now surrounded by three people.

“Master!”

Ning Xiyin immediately recognized the instigator of his Yizhuang venture.

Saw ‘Master’ smile:

“Come, you get out, I go in.

“Going to give them a big surprise.”