Chapter 8 Even the Chest Can Be Penetrated

He Min was also very curious about Chen Luo's skills. Her ears were almost callous in the past two days.

What I hear most every day is the praise from the lame horse.

It is said that his senior brother is a martial arts wizard who is rarely seen in thousands of years, but it is a pity that he does not have any more profound secrets. This made He Min, who had been a genius since she was a child, very dissatisfied. Everyone was of the same age, but she had been practicing martial arts since she was a child. In this case, even if she was a genius, she would still have the confidence to defeat the opponent.

The accumulation of time cannot be smoothed out by talent.

Both sides stood still and each made a starting stance.

"Brother, be careful!"

He Min waited for three breaths and saw that Chen Luo had no intention of attacking, so he decided to strike first. He saw her retreating and exerting strength, kicking the soles of her feet on the ground. The figure flashed, the five fingers in his hand clenched into claws, and one claw grabbed Chen Luo on the opposite side.

It is the ultimate move in Ma Laizi’s boxing technique, ‘Black Tiger Digging Out the Heart’!

The punch was fierce and originally a power-based punch, but in He Min's hands it became a speed-based punch like a cheetah.

Chen Luo also raised his hand, his hands turned into claws, and he came back first.

Only a 'bang' was heard.

The two fists met in the air, making a muffled sound.

He Min, who was originally full of confidence, changed his face the moment his fists collided, and an overwhelming force hit him from the opposite side. Her arm failed to dodge in time and was fractured on the spot. The person flew backwards like a rag doll, hit the sandbag behind hard, rolled down in a circle, spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Chen Luo was also dumbfounded.

He only used three parts of his strength tentatively, not even his inner energy.

I don’t want to feel something wrong as soon as I touch it. The menacing Junior Sister He on the other side was like paper. Her bones were broken at the slightest touch, and she was also knocked away.

"You bastard, why don't you stop?"

The figure of Ma Laizi flew over very quickly, helped He Min up at once, tapped a few acupuncture points as quickly as possible, and put his hand on He Min's pulse to confirm that there was nothing serious. Breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm asking you to lend a hand, not to kill her."

After settling the female apprentice, Ma Laizi pointed at Chen Luo and cursed.

""

Chen Luo looked confused.

He really stopped. If he didn't, Junior Sister He's chest would be penetrated by him. But this must not be said out loud. If you say it, you can't help but make Ma Laizi angry.

"Go back first, I'll take care of Junior Sister's side."

Seeing Chen Luo standing on the side with a dull look on his face, Ma Laizi couldn't scold him any more and could only let him go back first.

"yes."

Chen Luo has no way to save people, and staying here will only cause chaos.

"When junior sister wakes up, help me apologize to him."

Chen Luo thought for a while and took out a plaster from his arms.

This is what he 'developed', and it's the only gift he can get. I just hope that my junior sister won't blame him when she wakes up, let alone leave any shadow.

Ma Laizi waved his hand impatiently.

When Chen Luo saw this, he didn't stop any longer and turned around to go back.

"Be careful when you fight with people in the future, and try to hold back as much strength as possible, otherwise you will accidentally get into a life-threatening lawsuit, and you will be in big trouble."

When Chen Luo was about to go out, Ma Laizi behind him seemed to suddenly remember and spoke a reminder.

"Disciple knows."

Chen Luo nodded solemnly.

This shot also gave him a general understanding of his own strength. If he attacks with all his strength, he can probably hit a hundred Junior Sister He.

While Chen Luo was discussing with He Min, on the other side, Chen Laosan, who was working in the yamen, heard a piece of news.

Luo Cheng is dead.

This news shocked him.

Even after burying the corpses, he felt something was wrong. It was such a big deal to kill the royal family, so how could the other party be so confident and let them leave? It was impossible to put himself in their shoes. No one is willing to put their wealth and life on someone else's promise, let alone a person in power like a white-haired eunuch.

He had been fine for several days after coming back, which made him relax. Now that he suddenly heard the news, his uneasiness suddenly amplified.

In order to confirm the authenticity, Chen Laosan made a special trip to take over the task of burying Luo Cheng's body.

"It's so miserable."

When Chen Laosan arrived at the door of Luo's house, the government servant inside happened to come out holding his nose. It seemed that he had just finished handling the scene.

After seeing Chen Laosan's corpse collector's attire, the two of them nodded to him and left.

The case has been investigated.

suicide.

Yamen's errands have always been so simple and crude, especially in this feudal and backward era. As long as the court's face is not affected, Shangguan generally requires that the case be dealt with as quickly as possible. It is best if the murderer can be caught. If not, you can find some refugees to take the blame. As long as the case is closed, it will be fine.

Luo Cheng's whole family was basically dead, and there was no possibility of trouble in the future, so the government just made haste, and the simpler, the better.

As for the truth, who cares?

Chen Laosan pushed the door open and walked in.

There were a row of corpses lying neatly inside the room, eleven in total.

Luo Chenglian, his parents, wife and children, and all related relatives died. The corpse was so burnt that it was beyond recognition and it was impossible to tell who was who. Chen Laosan walked over, knelt down, and began to examine it carefully. He wanted to know how Luo Cheng died.

"Burn first after death."

A voice sounded behind Chen Laosan.

"How long have you been here?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Laosan stopped what he was doing and turned back to ask without any surprise.

The person who came was Wang Laoshuan, who buried the body with him that day. This old guy should have felt the danger like him and came to investigate the situation.

"Half an hour earlier than you."

Wang Laoshuan sat down on the side.

"Luo Cheng's whole family was poisoned to death. I checked their respiratory tracts and they were all clean. That is to say, after the fire was lit, they did not inhale any dust. Instead, there was strong acid and toxicity in their stomachs, which would kill people if touched."

Under what circumstances, people could not inhale any dust at the scene of the fire?

You don't have to think about it.

Wang Laoshuan took out a small porcelain bottle, which contained the evidence he had collected first.

But even if this evidence was in hand, it was meaningless. The county magistrate would not help them to uphold justice, and would not even ask a single question. They were just three people who buried the body with lives as cheap as ants, and the people on the other side were people in the palace. They knew what to choose with a little brainpower.

Wang Laoshuan put the porcelain bottle aside, took out the pipe from his arms, stuffed some tobacco leaves into it and lit it.

He took a deep breath, and the spicy smell went straight into his lungs.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Luosan sat down on the steps on the other side.

He had already sensed the danger.

This time it was Luo Cheng who died, who would it be next time? The three of them were just burial people, and the circle of people they usually contact was frighteningly narrow. Who would come to kill them for no reason?

"My granddaughter has left the city, and she will take her mother's surname from now on."

Wang Laoshuan finished smoking his dry pipe, knocked the pipe twice at the door, then put away his things, got up and left without looking back.

Compared to death, he cares more about something.

Chen Laosan sat at the door and thought a lot, and stayed there until sunset before he came to his senses.

He didn't want to die.

But he didn't want his nephew to die even more.

Compared to that, his own life was more worthless.

He suddenly understood Wang Laoshuan a little, that old man was also afraid of death. But in order to let his granddaughter live, he chose to die. Trading his life for another's was also an explanation to that adult. Since Wang Laoshuan could make a choice, how could Chen Laosan fall behind!

‘It’s a pity that I couldn’t find a wife for Xiao Luo’