Chapter 21 of 100
Chapter 21
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Just a few breaths later, a small figure carrying a gaunt, black-clad old man leaped out from the depths of the forest. Upon landing, there was a loud boom, and the ground shook for a long time before it finally settled.
Qin Feng almost lost his balance.
Black lines appeared on his forehead!
"Ah, my little sister, if you treat her like a child, you'll be in for a big loss."
This overwhelming strength was hundreds of times more powerful than that of a mountain bear.
"Brother, you had all the fun, leaving me with this sickly guy. One punch and he's half-dead, not at all entertaining." The little girl, dressed in a tight green outfit, pouted and threw the person in her hand at Qin Feng, her lips still pouting, complaining to him.
"Damn, this is murder, do you think it's a game!"
Qin Feng was truly speechless.
"Have you searched? Besides these three, are there any more?"
Looking around and sensing the distance, although he didn't detect any abnormalities, Qin Feng still asked cautiously.
"No, brother, I've circled twice and only found this guy hiding in a small cave, controlling some invisible mystic energy threads with his ten fingers, doing some shady tricks!"
"Mystic energy threads?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng pondered for a moment, his face slightly darkening.
"It seems the other party is from the demonic path. The method of controlling the red powder skeleton with mystic energy threads is clearly a technique of the Corpse Spirit Puppetry. Who are they, could they be...?"
In an instant, Qin Feng seemed to have some idea, but he wasn't quite sure.
Before entering the forest, Qin Feng had used his powerful perception to detect three people and had already locked onto their ambush positions. Only after confirming that the three were within the range he and Qin Yuyan could handle easily did he boldly walk in. Otherwise, Qin Feng wouldn't have been foolish enough to directly enter the enemy's ambush.
This time, if it weren't for the *Tai A Forging Perception*, they would definitely have suffered a significant loss, even if they didn't lose to the three people in front of them, they would at least have been injured.
Now, he was still at the Fan Gang stage. If his cultivation could reach the Ren Gang stage and generate divine consciousness, it wouldn't be so troublesome. The grass and trees in this small forest would be almost entirely visible to him.
A powerful divine soul truly had many benefits, allowing him to foresee the enemy's moves. At that moment, Qin Feng was even more satisfied with his cultivation of the *Tai A Forging Perception*!
The enemy clearly hadn't fully investigated his true strength, which is why they suffered a hidden loss, leading to the failure of this operation.
Three people, one was eliminated by Qin Feng, and the other two were half-dead.
Of course, Qin Feng wouldn't let these two continue living. It was a joke to think that after they came to assassinate him, he would act like a saint. However, before they died, Qin Feng wanted to extract some information from them.
Grabbing the gaunt, black-clad old man who controlled the red powder skeleton, Qin Feng slapped him twice, waking him up.
The old man, upon waking, first spat out a mouthful of blood. After seeing the situation, he was initially shocked, but then his gaze became resigned.
Qin Feng knew what this look meant. As an assassin, failure meant only one outcome: death. Qin Feng thought for a moment and went straight to the point: "Are you... from the Blood River Bridge? Is the person who hired you Ye Wuyuan from the Ye family?"
Upon hearing this, the old man's face actually showed a hint of pride. He coldly snorted and replied, "Hmph, it's no use telling you, we are from the Blood River Bridge! But I won't tell you who hired us, hahaha!" As he spoke, smoke suddenly rose from his body, and before Qin Feng could react, he burned himself into a pile of ashes.
"Blood River Bridge!"
Qin Feng knew this organization. In Luoyang Town, there wasn't a single force that didn't know the existence of the Blood River Bridge.
It was a mysterious assassin organization with very strong power, not inferior to any family force in Luoyang Town, and even surpassing them. However, this organization was very disciplined, only taking money to do jobs, sending assassins of corresponding strength based on the price, and never breaking their rules. They never interfered in the struggles between the family forces in Luoyang Town, only taking money to do jobs.
After confirming it was the Blood River Bridge, there was no point in questioning the other person for valuable information.
With a wave of his hand, he sent a flame to burn the other person into a pile of ashes, then collected the storage bags of the three and began to count them.
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"One, two, three, four, five... ten!"
Damn, these guys actually dare to call themselves Blood Hands?!
The three people together only had ten low-grade mystic stones. On the market, one medium-grade mystic stone equals one hundred low-grade mystic stones. Calculating it, his five medium-grade mystic stones could be worth five hundred low-grade mystic stones.
Such a meager amount made Qin Feng inwardly despise them.
However, the three from the Blood River Bridge were actually doing quite well.
Don't forget, Qin Feng only recently got a dozen medium-grade mystic stones, which raised his standards. Before that, Qin Feng had only seen a low-grade mystic stone once and never had the chance to own one.
The remaining items included a mystic weapon sword that attacked him from underground. The sword had a spirit and could not be used without recognizing its master. Seeing the little girl's eyes gleaming as she stared at the sword, Qin Feng smiled and threw it to her.
The little girl happily took the sword and played with it.
The other item was a *Corpse Spirit Puppetry* manual, a common demonic path cultivation technique. Qin Feng briefly flipped through it. Although some of the strange abilities were very attractive, he had some aversion to the demonic path and directly threw it into his storage ring.
"Ten low-grade mystic stones, how should I use them?"
The battle tonight, although Qin Feng was the ultimate victor, the fact that he was assassinated made him extremely displeased.
Ye Wuyuan, that kid, actually dared to think about him behind his back!
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, tossing the ten low-grade mystic stones in his hand, quickly thinking of a plan.
Currently, Ye Wuyuan's injuries weren't fully healed, and he spent most of his time at home recuperating, rarely going out. If he were to take action, he definitely couldn't do it within the Ye family compound. With the Soul Awakening Day approaching, Qin Feng didn't have the time to monitor Ye Wuyuan's movements all day.
His gaze fell on the disassembled red powder skeleton, and Qin Feng's mind suddenly lit up.
"I have an idea! Yanyan, you go back first, be careful on the way. I have something to do!"
"Brother, I'll go with you!"
Qin Yuyan clearly hadn't had enough of the fight. It made sense; all the exciting parts were taken by Qin Feng, and she only got a weak opponent, naturally leaving her unsatisfied.
Qin Feng's face turned stern.
Qin Yuyan immediately stuck out her tongue and made a cute face at Qin Feng, reluctantly turning to go back. She knew Qin Feng's temper; if he didn't want her to go, she couldn't go...
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