Chapter 23

The seaside town in the storm seemed like a gloomy, dead city, especially the row of bungalows near the school district, which were pitch black due to the power outage.

A small pickup truck slowly drove into an alley, the interior dimly lit. The driver was a muscular man, around fifty years old.

In the passenger seat sat an old woman. At that moment, she had shed her usual frail appearance, her posture straight and her eyes sharp, making her look several years younger and even more sinister.

"Hurry up, if those centipedes finish eating those two fat guys, we won't get anything."

"How can we go fast in this heavy rain? Do you want us to have a car accident halfway there?"

The man complained about the weather but pressed the accelerator harder.

"This weather is perfect. After the rain, there won't be any traces left, and even the Son of Heaven won't be able to find anything."

"Are you sure those two fat guys didn't call home and tell their location?"

"Of course. I have a signal receiver. If they used their phones, I would know. Besides, those two fat guys don't even have phones. Ha, to dare rent such an expensive house without a phone means they are quite spiritual. They feel comfortable living here, so their organs must be very healthy."

The old woman's eyes gleamed with malice, as if she could already see the money flying towards her.

The car bumped along the road and finally arrived at the gate of a small courtyard.

The man jumped out of the car, pulled out a bright butcher's knife from his waist.

The old woman, agile as ever, followed behind him, pulling out a dagger and carrying a large bag on her back.

The two of them quietly opened the gate with a key and walked in.

As soon as they entered, the old woman noticed the open window of the western room.

"Look, the window is open!"

The man stopped, sniffed the air, and his face lit up with joy: "There's a smell of blood. It means those two fat guys are already dead. We need to act quickly, or the centipedes will eat them all. Did you bring your stuff?"

"Yes, I brought fresh, bloody beef. It will definitely attract the centipedes back to the cellar."

"That's good. I've killed many people, but those centipedes still give me the creeps. We can't fail because of these monsters."

The two of them approached the window. The man picked up a flashlight and shone it inside.

The scene they imagined, with centipedes crawling all over the two fat guys, did not appear. The smell of blood had been mostly washed away by the rain, and the room was empty.

"Hmm! What's going on?"

"The window is open, maybe the two fat guys broke it while struggling, but... where are the centipedes?"

The entrance to the cellar was also open, and the rain was pouring in. If the centipedes were still in the cellar, they would have come out by now, which meant there were no centipedes left in the cellar.

"Did the centipedes eat them all and then crawl out?"

The man was just about to ask when the old woman interrupted him: "Absolutely not. Centipedes are not tigers. How could they eat two fat guys so quickly?"

"What's going on? Where are the people?" The man was confused.

"Here."

"Hmm, where?"

The man casually replied, but his butcher's knife suddenly flashed, slashing towards the person behind him!

Behind them, Ding Ning's hands shot out, attacking the necks of the two people.

But Ding Ning never expected the man to react so quickly. He had just said something to confuse him.

From the angle and force of the man's attack, he was definitely not an ordinary person!

Ding Ning, being a cultivator, did not want to engage in a bare-handed fight with a blade unless absolutely necessary. He could only withdraw his hand and step back.

The man and the old woman split to the left and right, quickly forming a pincer movement around Ding Ning.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you, little fatty, to be a martial artist. I underestimated you, old woman."

The man also sneered: "It's normal for you to underestimate him. Who has ever seen such a fat martial artist?"

Ding Ning looked at the man and the old woman, knowing they were the organ thieves who had killed many students. At that moment, Ding Ning had already sentenced them to death. No matter what, he would take them down, even if it cost him.

He took out a suppression talisman from his pocket and crushed it!

But the expected pressure did not appear. Instead, the two people looked at Ding Ning with confusion and caution.

"Little fatty, are you going to perform a play with a piece of yellow paper?"

Ding Ning realized that these two were not cultivators but ordinary people, no, they were martial artists.

There might not be another cultivator in the world, but there were definitely many martial artists. These two clearly had real skills.

A first-stage Qi Cultivator had no advantage over martial artists. Ding Ning knew this well.

Since they did not have spiritual energy, the suppression talisman had no effect on them, and Ding Ning had lost an important means.

While he was thinking about how to deal with them, the two people were already grinning and closing in.

"Little fatty, did you take care of those centipedes? I didn't expect you to be so capable. We didn't dare to provoke those monsters, and you managed to do it. That's something to be proud of."

The muscular man sneered, then his expression changed: "But your skills don't seem too high. I don't know how you got rid of the centipedes, but you won't get past me! Old woman, let's go!"

The two of them let out a strange cry, not caring if anyone heard them in the storm, and attacked Ding Ning with their knives.

At that moment, Ding Ning could no longer hide his skills. He used his well-practiced Tai Chi to counter their attack.

"Haha, Tai Chi, something even I, the old woman, don't bother with, can you really fight with it?"

The old woman let out a strange laugh and aimed her dagger at Ding Ning's heart.

Ding Ning's divine sense extended outward, making everything within 60 centimeters visible. The old woman's attack was completely within his control.

As the dagger approached, Ding Ning quickly stepped back, grabbed the old woman's wrist with his right hand, and used a cloud hand technique to throw her off balance. Then he struck her wrist with a single palm.

"Ha!"

A crisp sound of a broken bone echoed, and the old woman screamed as her dagger fell to the ground, her wrist broken by Ding Ning's force.

The old woman had been too careless, not taking Ding Ning seriously. Moreover, Ding Ning's divine sense was incredibly subtle, allowing him to grasp distance and force with perfect precision, which led to his successful strike.

Ding Ning's well-prepared move had taken a toll on his body and mind. His heart, which had not yet recovered, began to beat rapidly.

The heart's condition directly affected his body. He could have dodged the muscular man's knife, but now he couldn't completely avoid it. Blood spurted from his shoulder, and Ding Ning was injured in the first exchange.

The man went to help the old woman, but she shouted with a venomous look: "Don't worry about me. This kid is either injured or sick. Take him down now!"

She picked up the dagger with her left hand, ignoring the pain from her broken wrist, and attacked Ding Ning again.

The man also swung his butcher's knife, aiming for Ding Ning's vital points.

Ding Ning used Tai Chi to dodge and counter, but the discomfort in his heart grew stronger.

The heart's condition affected his movements. Although the man and the old woman were skilled, they were not as strong as the young man with the flat head. Ding Ning, who should have won easily, was now in a dangerous situation due to the exhaustion from dealing with the centipedes.

If not for his divine sense, which gave him a 360-degree view, Ding Ning would have been killed by now.

"Damn! This is going to end badly."

The rain grew heavier, turning into a torrential downpour with thunder and lightning. The battle in the rain was even more exhausting.

"I must strike decisively and at least take one of them down, or I'm dead."

Ding Ning dodged a knife and took out a water talisman.

"I hope this talisman can give me a chance to survive."

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