Chapter 60 It's Me
After picking out a hairpin and a hairpin, Qin Ziling wanted to pay, but Yun Lan refused to accept it.
"I bought this for my mother and sister. It's a token of my love. If you don't charge me for it, then whose does it belong to? How about this, you pay for it this time, and next time I buy it for myself, you don't have to charge me." Qin Ziling said.
"Puchi!" Yun Lan couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Qin Ziling say he would buy her something next time. She said, "Mr. Qin, it's obvious that you don't want to give me a chance. This is my powder and rouge shop. Mr. Qin, what do you need to buy for yourself?"
Qin Ziling was slightly stunned when he heard this, but then he realized that he had made a joke and shook his head with a smile.
In the end, Yun Lan had no choice but to accept one or two taels of silver from Qin Ziling.
Watching Qin Ziling's departing back, Yun Lan's eyes revealed an extremely complicated look.
After a long time, Yun Lan sighed softly and withdrew his gaze.
After leaving the "Hua Yun" powder and rouge shop, Qin Ziling did not rush to the West City Gate immediately, but found an abandoned house by the Xian River and took out some disguise props from the corpse-raising ring.
When he came out of the shabby house again, he had become a hunchbacked old man with white beard.
The hunchbacked old man was walking through the streets and alleys. No one would notice that there was a beetle flying not far above his head. The hunchbacked old man was always walking along the path of the beetle.
Corpse worm!
This is a unique tracking technique in corpse refining.
Before, what Qin Ziling released were the slugs, and now the one flying in the air is the mother insect. There is a mysterious connection between the two within a certain range.
The range of contact between the two is directly related to the level of the zombie produced by the queen. The higher the level of the zombie, the farther the range of contact between the two.
Qin Ziling's soul merged with Li Mo's residual soul. After a few months, some incomplete memory fragments gradually surfaced in his mind. Especially in the past few months, he used the bronze corpse to polish and temper his body every day. A little bit of corpse power was continuously integrated into his body, and some memories related to corpse refining gradually became clearer.
The corpse worm tracking technique is one of the corpse refining techniques that Qin Ziling has recalled and figured out over the past few months.
Following the queen insect all the way, Qin Ziling soon saw Zhuang Gaochi.
Then, Qin Ziling saw Zhuang Gaochi turning around and entering a quiet, deserted alley.
Qin Ziling followed in without any hesitation.
The night is long and dreams are many. Since Zhuang Gaochi has threatened his family, no matter whether he is just talking or taking action, Qin Ziling will not let him survive today.
"Old man, is it fun to follow someone? Who asked you to follow me?" Zhuang Gaochi, who had entered the alley, suddenly turned around, stared at the hunchbacked old man with fierce eyes, and approached step by step.
"Ah!" When the hunchbacked old man saw that he was discovered, he turned around and ran away, but because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he fell to the ground suddenly, and then hurriedly got up.
But in just a moment, Zhuang Gaochi had already rushed forward, leaped in front of the hunchbacked old man, blocking his escape route.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I tell you, yes, yes..." The hunchbacked old man looked panicked and waved his hands around.
"Who is it?" Zhuang Gaochi sneered with disdain and took a step closer.
But at this moment, the hunchbacked old man suddenly pulled out a knife from his back with his waving hands.
The blade is straight, with a curve at the tip and a reverse edge. The edge is thin and sharp, reflecting a cold light in the winter sun.
"You!" Zhuang Gaochi couldn't help but be greatly surprised when he saw this, but he had rich practical experience, so he remained calm. His five fingers immediately formed into dragon claws, which were covered with a hard cuticle. Like lightning, he grabbed Qin Ziling's knife-holding hand, and at the same time, he raised his foot and kicked .
When Qin Ziling saw this, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Zhuang Gaochi's move, which seemed as fast as lightning, was full of flaws in his opinion, and the speed was pitifully slow.
Qin Ziling then raised his foot and directly faced Zhuang Gaochi's kick.
"Crack!" With a sound, Zhuang Gaochi's leg met Qin Ziling's leg, and was instantly kicked to pieces like rotten wood. The leg bone pierced the muscles and blood vessels, and blood spurted out. Zhuang Gaochi was hit by this huge force and flew backwards.
As it flew backwards, Zhuang Gaochi's dragon claws were still reaching forward, as if trying to grab something.
At this moment, a cold light and a face came like a shadow, reflected in the pupils of Zhuang Gaochi as his body was still falling backwards.
Just before death, a person's intuition becomes particularly clear and sharp.
"It's you!" Zhuang Gaochi didn't recognize that old face, but before he died he suddenly recognized those eyes, his face full of horror and disbelief.
"It's me!" A cold light flashed, and a large head flew into the sky, blood gushing out.
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Walking with big strides on the official road outside the West City, Qin Ziling recalled how he had defeated and killed Zhuang Gaochi with great ease in an alley in the city not long ago, and his blood was still boiling in his body.
After four months of training, especially the massive nourishment in the last month, Qin Ziling's limbs, especially his arms, are only a little away from breaking through to the iron skin level. The rest of his body, except for a few sensitive parts, has also reached the cowhide level, but is still a long way from the iron skin level.
Therefore, Qin Ziling actually already knew that he was much stronger now than when he fought with his senior brother Zheng Xinghan a month ago. Once the two sides fought, although the membrane of his palms was not as tough and hard as Zheng Xinghan's, the power that he really erupted would definitely be much more powerful than his, and he would definitely not be able to resist it.
However, he had never actually exploded and killed anyone in reality, so Qin Ziling had no idea how much destructive power his explosion could cause.
Until just now, when he had a head-on confrontation with the veteran Zhuang Gaochi and kicked his legs directly, breaking and blasting him, like a dead tree or rotten wood in the air, Qin Ziling realized that the power generated by his whole body tempering with the bronze corpse had reached such a terrifying level.
Qin Ziling even had some doubts. Once his limbs broke through to the iron level, except that he had not yet generated strength, even a strength master would be inferior to him in terms of strength alone.
Of course, there was no real fight, and Qin Ziling was just guessing and suspecting. If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, he would definitely not reveal his true strength in front of the powerful martial artist.
“I didn’t use the soul technique this time. Instead, I used my physical strength to directly destroy and kill Zhuang Gaochi. Although it was straightforward and refreshing, and I also had some understanding of my specific combat power, it was still a bit reckless.”
"But there's nothing we can do about it. Zhuang Gaochi is threatening my family, so I must kill this dangerous factor as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we delay it and he contacts someone to help, not only will my family be in danger, but the news that he and I have a grudge will spread, and the scope of influence will be wide. If I kill him again, even if the suspicion is minimal, people will inevitably suspect me, and then it will be difficult for them to secretly track and investigate me."
"But when I killed him, I used my leg skills and the goose-feather knife, and I also deliberately made some noises, so that people in the alley could see me as an old man with a hunchback. No matter how imaginative the people in Dean Youlong are, they would never associate me with an inner courtyard disciple of Dean Hantie who has exhausted his potential. So although it may seem reckless now, it is actually a quick and decisive move, and should be considered the best choice." Not long after, the hot blood in Qin Ziling's body gradually cooled down, and his starry eyes revealed a calmness, composure, and wisdom that was very inconsistent with his age.
