The old man had been standing at the door of the building and had not left for a long time.
When I was almost on the road, a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then he turned and entered the door of the building.
At the same time, the windows of the old building were also crowded with people.
They hid their bodies in the shadows, only showing a pair of eyes, staring at me in the moonlight from a distance.
And now I'm counting how many pairs of eyes there are in the window.
When we arrived at the convenience store, the gloomy fat man was actually there.
According to Lu Shun's description, shouldn't he be hiding in the old building to scare people?
Why did he come here?
As soon as the fat man saw me, he quickly shrunk his fat body and got into the back room.
A look of suspicion suddenly flashed across the shop owner's face, and his eyes hidden under the baseball cap kept squinting hard so that he could see the fat man hiding behind the door of the inner room.
At this time, the fat man was hiding behind a cargo box near the door, staring at me nervously.
I lit a cigarette and puffed out the smoke while selecting a few bowls of instant noodles that were barely expired from the convenience store shelves.
Most of the things sold in this place are expired products, which is really embarrassing for Lu Shun.
I noticed that the best bread here is almost two months past its expiration date.
In other words, all the things he bought from here at that time were expired.
It's expired food.
I threw the instant noodles on the counter and raised my chin towards the door of the back room: "You know this fat guy?"
The shop owner glanced at me very displeasedly and said nothing.
I continued: "This kid has no eyesight.
I punished him this afternoon."
Hearing these words, the shop owner's face suddenly darkened, and he didn't say much.
He just walked to the door of the shop, took out a long iron hook, and pulled down the rolling door.
The iron hook was specially made, the hook blade was rubbed very sharply, and the hook rod was wrapped with coarse cloth.
This thing should be the store owner's weapon.
It wasn't until he locked the door that he turned around, stared at me sadly and asked, "What did you just say?"
The fat man's courage actually grew stronger.
While the shop owner was talking to me, he had already walked out of the back room.
From the fat man's face, I could faintly see murderous intent, and it seemed that he was planning to take action.
I smiled at the shop owner: "I said, I helped you educate him.
Oh, if I guessed correctly, this pig head should be your son.
If I guessed wrong, nephews can't be grandsons.
Don't tell me, just His appearance is really suitable for being a grandson.”
"Say it again," the shop owner suddenly yelled.
The look on his face was like a crazy ghost in hell.
I still smiled at him: "Actually, I think you are quite suitable to be my grandson, but if you are suitable, I may not accept you because you are too ugly."
The shop owner's anger was completely ignited by me and he yelled again: "Who are you calling a fat man?"
What do you mean, he is angry because I just said fat people are fat people.
Is this the point?
The thoughts of these monsters are indeed different from ordinary people.
I pointed at the fat man: "I shouldn't call him fat man, he is just a fat pig."
The next moment, the shop owner rushed over holding the iron hook for the rolling door.
He was obviously not a practicing practitioner, and his movement skills were very rough, but his speed was a little faster than expected.
The fat man also launched an attack at the same time.
His huge body was like a moving mountain, roaring and pressing towards me.
Come over.
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But this afternoon, I was knocked over this mountain once, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
The shop owner flipped the iron hook and hung the sharp hook blade towards my neck.
The fat man learned a lesson and did not dare to hit me directly.
He stopped about a foot away from me and stretched out his two hands.
A hand wants to strangle my neck.
I quickly stretched out one hand and grabbed the iron hook, and raised the other hand high to hold the fat man's arms.
The shop owner instinctively pulled the iron hook, trying to pull it out of my hand.
The fat man tried his best to wrap his arms around my head.
I politely asked the store owner: "Have you bought insurance?"
The store owner probably didn't expect that I still had the energy to speak, and his face suddenly looked shocked.
I explained to him: "I'm asking you, have you bought critical illness insurance?
Accidental injury insurance is also fine."
As I spoke, I used both hands at the same time.
He bent the iron hook fiercely with one hand, and held the fat man's wrist with the other hand, then raised his arm and flicked it.
The iron hook was bent into a "V" shape on the spot.
The fat man's feet lifted off the ground, and his fat body smashed towards the computer on the counter.
There was a clang, followed by a crashing sound, and the fat man's huge weight instantly smashed the computer screen to pieces.
When he fell, it smashed through the counter glass.
The counter was a mess, and the fat man was covered in his own blood.
The store owner was indeed frightened.
When I rushed towards him quickly, he didn't react at all.
When he came back to his senses and looked at me, my palm was already pressed on his chest.
With a strong push from me, the shop owner flew out and the iron hook collapsed far away.
These few blows were not enough to make the shop owner and the fat man completely lose their fighting power.
At this time, the fat man had already stood up, and the shop owner was holding his sternum that was broken by me, grinning and getting up.
Judging from the extremely stiff expressions on the faces of these two guys, it seems that they haven't fought enough yet.
Not bad, good desire to fight is quite strong.
But I didn't expect that their strong desire to fight is because they have confidence that ordinary people don't have.
At this time, I have noticed that the scars on Fatty's body are healing at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.
Although the healing speed is not as scary as Wu Lin's, I can still see that the flesh on the wound is being re-glued one by one.
The breaks in the skin are also reduced.
Could it be that these two people were also copied by Yinyu?
No, it is said that the self-healing ability of the things copied by Yinyu should be stronger than theirs.
And I can clearly find that Fatty's healing ability has its limits.
His healing speed was quite fast at the beginning, but as time passed quickly, his wound healing speed also declined.
I couldn't bear my curiosity, so I took a look at the fat man with my naked eyes.
Unexpectedly, just this glance made the store owner excited: "Look clearly, mortals, we are different from you, we are gods."
I felt happy when I heard what he said.
You really treat yourselves like nothing.
If you are gods, then Wu Lin is God.
I shook my head helplessly, and then used Tengyun Step to duck in front of the shop owner.
Once the Tengyun Step is performed, it looks like a ghost and moves like a wandering spirit.
To put it bluntly, as soon as you perform this set of steps, you will not look like a human being.
At first glance, this shop owner has never seen anything about the world, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say that he is a god.
As soon as the Tengyun Step came out, he was shocked.
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He probably couldn't understand why I, a mere mortal, was so much faster than him.
Seeing that his sternum was almost completely healed, in order to give him an extra chance to demonstrate his self-healing ability, I waved my fist and induced a shock on his shoulder.
The bone structure at the shoulder is quite special.
If a shock hits it, several large bones will be damaged.
In addition, the joint synovial fluid, ligaments, and cartilage will be shattered.
To fully recover, it will require a huge amount of self-healing power. .
If it were Wu Lin's shoulder, it would be a broken shoulder.
It would heal itself quickly anyway, but for the boss with limited self-healing ability, this shock could almost kill half of his life.
The intense pain immediately destroyed the store owner's nerves.
He lay on the ground protecting his shoulders, rolling and roaring lifelessly.
I used the Tengyun Step to dodge in front of the fat man and gave him a tap on his shoulder.
Then there were two more people rolling around in the convenience store.
In order to prevent their roar from disturbing passing cars, I specially put a sound insulation note on the door of the store.
I must praise Liang Houzai here.
The sound insulation note he made is indeed very useful and is worthy of being a must-have product for home travel and murder.
I dragged the fat man to the store owner, threw them together, and then squatted on the ground, smoking silently, watching the performance of the two of them.
These two guys didn't allow their shoulders to completely heal themselves in the end.
Their self-healing ability was only enough to relieve their pain.
I felt that they were both exhausted, so I found a chair from behind the counter, shook off the broken glass on the chair, and returned to them.
I was sitting and they were both lying down or kneeling.
It wasn't me who asked to kneel, it was the fat man who had glass stuck in his back and one thigh, so he could only kneel.
I leaned down and raised my chin towards the shop owner: "Tell me, how many people have you harmed before I came here?"
The shop owner lay on the ground without saying a word.
If you don’t say anything, then you can just take a nap.
I was also afraid that he would suddenly get up and cause trouble, so I picked up a can of Coke from the shelf and threw it towards the shop owner’s head.
He had lost his ability to heal himself, and his current physique was not much different from that of an ordinary person.
When he heard a muffled "bang", the store owner was knocked unconscious on the spot, and the Coke can was also smashed, and carbonated liquid splashed everywhere.
All.
Part of the coke splashed on the fat man.
He didn't dare to look back at the store owner.
He might have thought it was blood, so he was trembling with fear.
His eyes were tightly closed and he didn't dare to open them at all.
I was also convinced.
A person like him was actually afraid of blood.
But that’s okay, such people are generally easier to talk to.
I dragged the chair to the fat man and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I want to ask you a few questions.
I hope you can answer them truthfully."
Before he could continue, the fat man shouted loudly: "Nine, nine, nine before you are nine."
It took me a short moment to realize that he meant that before I came, they had killed nine people.
This is not a small amount.
Unlike the store owner who keeps silent, Fatty simply tells you everything he knows.
He will tell you everything you ask him.
He will even take the initiative to tell you some things even if you don't ask him
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