Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 76: Serial Killings
Not only did the two dragons encounter murderous intentions on the first journey.
At the other end, the six dragon heads stared at the leaping figure in front of them, wearing a black robe, and followed closely all the way, and unknowingly arrived at a charity cemetery.
But just as he took a step forward, he saw the doors and windows on all four sides of the charity cemetery "click" and were sealed shut in an instant. There were hidden mechanisms, and they were all locked shut with fine steel plates, and even the top of the head was covered with an iron net.
A dragnet.
When I looked again, the man in black had disappeared behind an old coffin.
The eyes of the Six Dragon Leaders, which were originally arrogant, became solemn and cold at this moment, revealing a murderous intent.
Actually, I was prepared in advance.
He wanted to chase after them, but in front of him there were coffins neatly placed horizontally. They were brand new coffins, and red in color. They just lay there quietly, looking particularly strange and murderous under the dim lights lingering in the four corners.
The six dragon heads sneered and took action. The five fingers of his right hand quietly turned over, and a ray of light flew out from his hand, as fast as lightning and as bright as snow and cold.
The blade was so powerful that it pierced through several coffins in an instant.
Blood was already flowing out of the broken hole.
But the six dragon heads' faces suddenly changed and their sneers froze, because the blood was not fresh blood, but foul-smelling corpse water and dirty blood.
The person lying inside is not a living person.
There was no ambush.
No, to be able to set up such a tight net, there must be an ambush, there must be.
The six dragon heads suddenly raised their heads and looked towards the roof, only to see that behind the iron net, the roof was pitch black, as if it was also covered with a layer of fine steel plates.
The Sixth Dragon Head narrowed his eyes slightly and his pupils suddenly shrank, because he had seen that there were tiny holes on the iron plate. The holes were not big, thicker than chopsticks, but smaller than his flying knives.
He already had a bad feeling in his heart.
This cruel trap, this cleverly designed cage, seemed to be specially prepared for him.
And the ambush is behind the iron plate.
Objects like bamboo tubes suddenly appeared from the holes, and then under the ugly and livid faces of the six dragon heads, bursts of white mist and thick smoke were blown out.
The Sixth Dragon Leader made a prompt decision, held his breath, pounced down quickly, raised his hands and slapped the iron plates on the doors and windows repeatedly, but the result made his proud heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
Not only were the doors and windows sealed, but even the pillars supporting the roof beams were wrapped in steel plates and filled with copper liquid. When he slapped him, not only was there no palm print or mark left, but he was also shocked to the point that his blood was boiling.
There was no doubt that this person must have known his true identity long ago and had deliberately set up a trap that would kill him without a burial place.
The Sixth Dragon Head's eyes were cold, but there was no panic in them. He quickly took out a poison-avoiding pill from his arms and put it into his mouth. At the same time, he leaped up, turned his wrist, and a short knife with dazzling silver light appeared in his palm, and he slashed towards the iron net above his head.
But what frightened him even more was that these bamboo tubes contained not only smoke and poison, but also blowpipes and flying needles.
And they are all poisoned.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The moment he jumped into the air, the people ambushing behind the iron plate seemed to have been waiting for him to do so. They shot darts and flying needles at him. The green and blue hidden weapons, which were tempered with various poisons, would make anyone's scalp tingle.
The Sixth Dragon Head was no exception. His face had already turned pale. He let out a loud roar, then stripped off his brocade clothes, and then rolled up in the air like a cloud, as if waving a huge flag. In the blink of an eye, he caught most of the hidden weapons. Then, taking this opportunity, he fell to the ground and shrank behind the coffin, while rushing towards the place where the black-robed man had disappeared before.
Since that person was able to hide, it means there is another secret passage here.
He moved around all the way, narrowly avoiding the densely packed hidden weapons above his head, and indeed found a secret passage behind the old coffin, but what greeted him was a rain of needles, as dense as cow hair.
The six dragon heads had been on guard for a long time. When they flew back, they hooked a coffin board in front of them to block all the flying needles and hidden weapons.
However, when he saw the situation in the secret passage clearly, his eyes were already turning red. There was no secret passage in there at all, just a secret compartment of a medium size that could barely accommodate one person.
The black-robed man who led him here was now huddled quietly inside. There was a sneer and contempt in his eyes, and even a kind of calmness, as if he was not afraid of death. But there was only one emotion in his eyes, and that was hatred, a tremendous hatred that penetrated into his bones, his heart and lungs, and his eyes were filled with hatred that could bleed.
The Six Dragon Heads had already felt this hatred, not only the hatred of this one person, the fierce hatred above his head was so strong that it almost made his whole body tremble, and his pupils began to shrink little by little.
These people were actually all those whom the "Green Dragon Society" had dealt with in the past, those who had escaped and were not completely dead, the remnants of various factions, gangs and families, and those who had a blood feud with them.
The one who was huddled was also a young man, with an ordinary appearance, dark and thin, but with scars from a knife and a burn on his face, and half of his tongue had been cut off. But he could still speak, and his laughter was piercing, as he said sinisterly, "Hehehe, Sixth Dragon Chief, we, the lonely ghosts, have come back to seek revenge on you."
How could the Six Dragon Heads listen to his nonsense? With a flash of knife, he stabbed the dagger into the young man's chest and prepared to pull him out.
There were simply too many hidden weapons, and they were so fast, dense , and fine that it was impossible to defend against them, and they were also highly poisonous.
He wanted to hide inside, but at the moment the young man was caught, the secret passage sunken into the ground behind him suddenly shot out several extremely terrifying arrows. The force was so great that it pierced the young man in an instant, and then the remaining force continued to shoot towards the six dragon heads.
The secret passage is on the ground. The six dragon heads are now facing the ground with their backs to the sky. There is also a coffin board on their bodies to guard against hidden weapons above their heads. At this time, it is extremely difficult to dodge the hidden arrows facing them.
He could only dodge, and in the blink of an eye he avoided the vital points. He moved sideways, and the arrow that should have killed him on the spot penetrated the right shoulder of the Six Dragon Head unhindered.
Blood splattered, and the hidden arrow was also poisonous.
The Six Dragon Chief acted decisively, and with the tip of his knife he hooked out the hidden arrow. He then blocked the blood flow to the heart, as well as the tendons and energy channels, and let out an extremely angry roar.
"ah!"
As for the young man, he was dead beyond death, but there was no pain on his face. Instead, there was only a happy smile, and his eyes were still staring straight at the six dragon heads.
The Sixth Dragon Chief felt choked in his heart. He suddenly understood why Li Muchan still had helpers despite being surrounded by so many spies.
But he didn't have time to think about it, as the murderous intent above his head was still there.
The Sixth Dragon Head raised his hands and pushed forward, and the man with the coffin lid crashed into the iron net above his head. He understood that these people did not care about life and death, or they were a group of people who lived like wandering ghosts, and there was no way they could survive.
Tonight, either he dies, or these people die, or they die together.
As if they had already anticipated the reaction of the six dragon heads, the bamboo tubes suddenly retracted together, and were replaced by slender but sharp iron pestles with pointed tips like spears or guns. The old coffin board was pierced through in an instant.
The eyes of the six dragon heads were extremely red, as if they were forced into a dead end, but they still shrank back the moment the coffin lid was pierced, hiding under the coffins. At the same time, they shook their hands and sent out a flying knife, smashing the oil lamps in the four corners.
But as soon as he started to act, he realized what was happening belatedly, his face changed drastically, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
Everything in this charity cemetery has been arranged in advance, with layers of traps and murderous intentions. Then this oil lamp...
As soon as he thought of it, his face turned as pale as paper. Suddenly, he saw several iron pestles flying towards the coffins in the corner. The moment they pierced through the coffins, a pungent smell began to spread, and countless turbid yellow kerosene splashed out.
The mask on the face of the six dragon heads had disappeared, revealing a cold and young face, but now this face looked ashen.
It was none other than the famous “Four-Nothing Young Master”.
At this time, he finally remembered the inconspicuous Seventh Dragon Head, who he did not even think highly of and never took seriously.
This person first secretly determined their identities one by one, and then set such a terrifying trap...
Xiao Siwu was really unwilling to accept this, too unwilling to accept this, his eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed, "Li Muchan!!!"
