Asking about longevity

"who?!"

The other gangsters looked horrified and shouted loudly.

Before they could react, they found that a monk was already approaching them.

This man was not tall, but he was extremely fast. His fists were covered with golden light. With just one punch, he beat a gangster until he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Another ruffian drew out his knife in a panic and slashed at the figure.

But when the knife was halfway through, his forearm was held by someone.

The man twisted hard and broke the ruffian's forearm.

The ruffian was in pain and screamed out. Before he could scream, he was kicked away again, his chest was trembling, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

There was a big ruffian left, who was more advanced in cultivation. He managed to survive a few attacks, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

This unknown monk is obviously also practicing Qi, but his aura is extremely strong, his moves are fast and swift, his boxing skills are proficient, and he can tell that he is of a high level.

Every time the fists intersected, he felt that his fists were numb from the shock, and the bones in his hands seemed to be shattered.

Under the opponent's fierce offensive, he could only passively take the beating and was unable to fight back.

And he couldn't hold on for long. If he could barely survive these few moves, it would be his limit.

Sure enough, after a few moves, his fist bones were shattered, the pain was unbearable, his body sluggish, and his flaws were exposed.

The opponent ducked to his side, punched from bottom to top, golden light overflowed, and broke his arm with one punch.

Dahan groaned in pain and turned around to leave, but the ghostly figure of the monk approached him and kicked his leg off.

The big man fell to the ground with a plop and fainted from the pain.

In an instant, Wang Lai was the only one left among the gangsters.

At this time, Wang Lai had extinguished the flames on his arm, but his right arm was scorched black and hung weakly. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and could no longer hold the knife.

Wang Lai looked around with a frightened expression and said quickly:

"Where is the monk?"

In the silent mine, no one answered.

Wang Lai turned around and ran, but within a few steps, a golden sword light lit up, flew past and pierced his right leg.

Wang Lai staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, covering his right leg and wailing.

His right leg was pierced by the sword light, and there was snow-white, flame-like spiritual power on the wound, which was burning bit by bit, causing him great pain.

In just a few moments, Wang Lai and these fierce gangsters were all knocked down.

Old Yutou couldn't believe it.

His eyes were shocked, he fell to his knees with a plop, and said in fear:

"I don't know who the expert is, please..."

Before he finished speaking, he found a small white hand holding his arm and helping him up.

Three small figures appeared in front of them.

The mine was dark, and Old Yutou could barely see their faces clearly, and he was even more stunned for a moment.

The ones who easily subdued Wang Lai and the others were three young monks with delicate features and extraordinary appearance.

"You, you are..."

Mo Hua raised a bronze waist plate in his hand.

"We are from Daotingsi."

This bronze waist medal was specially applied for by Zhang Lan and Chief Zhou when he was in Tongxian City.

After all, when traveling, you have multiple identities and multiple paths.

In this situation, Daotingsi's identity is just right.

Old Yutou still couldn't believe it.

How can Daotingsi have such a young monk?

But this waist card doesn't look fake, and there's no need for them to lie to themselves, an old man.

The old man bowed his head and said, "Thank you three young adults."

Mo Hua didn't let him bow, but handed him a hemostatic pill and said:

"Take it first and adjust your breathing for a while."

Then he ran to Wang Er and Tang Wu and fed each of them a pill.

He had peeked with his spiritual consciousness just now. The two people just fainted, their scalps were broken, and their consciousness was slightly shaken, but their lives were not affected.

After that, Mo Hua slowly walked towards Wang Lai.

Wang Lai's right arm was injured by Mo Hua's fireball technique, and his right leg was injured by Bai Zixi's sword light. He leaned against the corner, sweating profusely in pain.

He looked at the ink painting with equally incredible eyes.

He never expected that he would fall into the hands of several children.

What are the backgrounds of these little brats?

How did they find themselves and how did they end up in the mine?

What exactly do they want to do?

"Are you... from Daotingsi?" Wang Lai asked reluctantly.

Mo Hua nodded.

"So, do you know...Zhao Diansi?" Wang Lai asked tentatively.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Are you familiar with Zhao Diansi?"

Wang Lai forced a smile and said, "I'm not very familiar with him, I have a little friendship."

"Oh." The ink painting is meaningful.

Wang Lai couldn't understand the origin of Mo Hua, let alone guess what Mo Hua was thinking, and his spiritual consciousness couldn't peep into it. It was as if Mo Hua's whole person was shrouded in mist.

Wang Lai was unsure, but he still asked:

"Three little adults, I wonder why you came to this mine?"

Mo Hua seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "What do you think?"

Wang Lai said awkwardly: "Please let me know clearly."

Mo Hua looked at him and said, "You are killing people!"

Wang Lai's expression changed and he immediately shouted:

"It's unfair, little sir, it's unfair!"

His right arm was burned and unable to move, so he raised his left hand, pointed at Lao Yutou and said:

"It's them. They wanted to steal the Lu family's mines, but I found out. Then I restrained them and prepared to send them to Daotingsi for punishment..."

“These mine repairmen may look honest, but they are actually cunning at heart, greedy for small profits, and capable of anything.

"Don't let them fool you..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

This Wang Lai is truly a talent.

In just a moment, I came up with a set of rhetoric that confuses right and wrong, and frames and slanders.

No wonder he was able to get along like a fish in Nanyue City, and no wonder others called him "The Scoundrel King".

Old Yutou was furious when he heard this, and pointed at Wang Lai with a trembling finger:

"You, you are shameless!"

He has no grievances and no grudges. He obviously wants to kill people and silence them, but he still wants to beat him up.

Wang Lai sneered and said nothing.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Wang Shapi."

When Wang Lai heard this, his expression suddenly changed, "Do you know me?"

If you don't know his background, it's impossible to know his nickname.

Wang Lai thought about it carefully, his heart gradually became cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"So, you know everything. You came here for me from the beginning. Have you seen everything here?"

"That's right." Mo Hua said lightly.

Wang Lai asked: "How much do you know?"

Mo Hua clasped his fingers and said:

"This month, you went to Yihong Mansion seven times, robbed people twice, beat people up six times, ate five free meals, and gambled money the day before yesterday, and lost ten and three points of spiritual stones..."

Wang Lai was shocked, "How is that possible? How could you know!"

Mo Hua curled his lips.

I stare at you every day, of course I know everything.

It's just that you idiot, with your low consciousness, didn't realize it.

Of course, Mo Hua would not say these words, but would just show an enigmatic smile, making Wang Lai even more unpredictable.

Wang Lai was horrified, "What on earth are you going to do?"

Mo Hua said in a clear voice:

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you should answer them honestly."

Wang Lai's eyes narrowed, "I told you, can you let me go?"

"You said, I won't kill you, but will take you to the Daotingsi, where you will be punished. If you don't tell me, I will kill you now!"

Mo Hua threatened.

Wang Lai sneered, "When I get to Daotingsi, won't I still die?"

Mo Hua said: "There is a difference between dying early and dying late. Besides, don't you know Zhao Diansi? Ask him for mercy, maybe he can let you go."

Wang Lai's eyes flickered and he sneered:

"Since you know me so well, you should know everything you want to know. Why are you asking me?"

"Since you're asking me now, there must be something you don't know."

"You don't know, but I know, then I still have value, so you won't kill me!"

Wang Lai said firmly.

Bai Zisheng said displeasedly: "He's still being stubborn."

Mo Hua gave him one last chance, "You really don't want to tell me?"

Wang Lai sneered, "I won't tell you even if you kill me."

Mo Hua said: "Okay! I appreciate your backbone!"

Then Mo Hua took out the Qianjun Stick, looked at Bai Zisheng and said:

"Hit him."

Bai Zisheng looked excited. He had long wanted to beat this bastard, but Mo Hua wanted to ask Wang Lai something, so he held back.

Hearing this, Bai Zisheng was both happy and a little worried:

"Is everything okay?"

"What can happen?"

"What if I'm beaten to death?"

"Just beat him to death. He is not a good person to begin with."

"No, if I'm beaten to death, wouldn't you be able to ask for anything?"

"It's okay, just let it go. Besides, there are three more over there..."

"That makes sense..."

…

So after Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng finished speaking, they walked towards Wang Lai step by step with kind smiles on their faces.

Wang Lai felt a little cold in his heart. He couldn't help but put his hands on the ground, pressed against the cold stone wall, and moved backward until there was no way to retreat. Then he said with a trembling voice:

"You...don't..."

Mo Hua raised the Qianjun Cudgel high, "Let's see if your mouth is tougher than my iron rod!"

Then he hit it hard with a stick.

Bai Zisheng was not polite and went up to punch and kick him.

Bai Zixi was a little angry when she thought of what Wang Lai had done, so she condensed the golden sword energy into the size of a golden needle, and pierced Wang Lai's body one by one.

Wang Lai gritted his teeth and held on tightly, "You little bastards, I remember..."

"You still dare to say harsh words?"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and beat him harder.

After beating him for a while, Mo Hua remembered something, took out a pill and fed it to Wang Lai.

Bai Zisheng asked in confusion: "What kind of pill is this?"

Mo Hua said: "The Xiaohuan Dan is for hanging his life. I'm afraid I'll beat him to death."

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but said: "You are... so thoughtful."

Mo Hua nodded, "It should be."

After fighting for a while, seeing that Wang Lai could only vent his energy and not take in any more, Bai Zisheng frowned and said:

"You're so young, you're not good at returning pills..."

Mo Hua scratched his head, a little confused.

This was given to me by Mr. Feng. It should be a good thing. Could it be that he beat him too hard?

Bai Zisheng took out a bottle of elixir, "Try this, the Bai family's secret recipe, Shiquan Dabu Dan, first replenish the blood, and then beat..."

Mo Hua took it between his nose and sniffed it, his eyes lit up, "This is good."

He took out one pill and gave it to the half-dead king to take.

Wang Lai's complexion quickly improved a lot, and his vitality gradually became stronger.

Bai Zisheng rolled up his sleeves and said, "Continue!"

Ink painting is not a physical training, and I was already a little tired, but after thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and insisted:

"good!"

Just like that, Wang Lai was given another fat beating.

Even Old Yutou next to him saw his eyelids twitching.

And Wang Lai finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The fist is cruel, the iron rod is hard, and the golden needle hurts.

The key is that these brats really don't care about their own life or death.

If he continues like this, he will really be beaten to death.

Wang Lai could no longer be stubborn and begged for mercy intermittently:

"I... was wrong, spare... spare my life..."

Bai Zisheng still had some unfinished ideas, and Mo Hua felt very regretful, and couldn't help but say:

"You have to be beaten to be honest. I think you should stop calling me 'Wang Shapi' and call me 'Wang Shapi' instead..."

Wang Lai vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

…

After being beaten, Wang Lai stopped being a scoundrel.

Whatever Mo Hua asked, he answered honestly.

This Wang Lai is indeed a habitual offender.

First, he made an excuse to lure the mine repairman into the mine, and then killed him without anyone noticing. Then he contacted the mine repairman's family and demanded compensation from the Lu family.

After killing people, they also made money from the dead people.

Wang Lai has done this kind of thing many times, but because the mines are inherently dangerous and mine repairmen often disappear, Daotingsi neglects his duties and is too lazy to investigate, so he has always been able to get away with it.

But there is still one doubt about this matter.

Because the Lu family stipulates that if the body is not seen, the spirit stone will not be compensated.

So many times, they don't get compensation.

Although Wang Lai is greedy, it is unlikely that he would take risks and kill people just for the sake of a spiritual stone that he is not sure he can get.

Moreover, Mo Hua remembered that Wang Laishi just said:

"Cut open the heart veins and kill them. Don't hurt the limbs or break the skin..."

Killing the mine repairman, pretending to be missing, why are you so particular about the killing method?

So there must be something wrong here, and Wang Lai must be hiding something.

Wang Lai didn't want to say.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold and he asked again and again.

When the king came, he found that the young monk who was interrogating had seven orifices in his heart and was as smart as a ghost.

Whenever he told a lie, he would detect it and there was no way he could be deceived. Only then did he reveal the truth:

"Some people spend spiritual stones and buy mine-repaired corpses..."

"We earn spiritual stones by killing people and selling their corpses..."