Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Chapter 19 Revenge (Revised)

After bidding farewell to the aunt, Song Wen came to the outside of house No. 25.

The house looked a bit run-down, and it seemed that no one had lived there for some time.

Song Wen turned and left Tongluo Lane.

The aunt said that Gou Hang had moved out more than 20 days ago, which should be around the time when he was attacked by Tang Liang last time.

It was enough to see that Gou Hang was an extremely cautious person. He guessed that Song Wen might come to trouble him, so he moved out in advance.

Song Wen returned to the main road, and when he passed by a ready-made clothing store, he turned his mind and walked in.

After a while, he changed into a tight suit, wearing a bamboo hat with a gauze covering his face on the edge of the bamboo hat, which was quite a bit like a chivalrous man.

Song Wen came all the way to a restaurant not far from the entrance of the Tiansha Gang, and sat down by the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

The view from this position was excellent, and he could just see the gate of the Tiansha Gang.

He waited for half a day, until the afternoon, when he saw Gou Hang and his two men leaving the Tiansha Gang.

Song Wen did not disturb the three people, but followed them far behind.

He followed them from the afternoon until dark, and he saw what a real gangster is.

Blackmailing small vendors, eating free meals, molesting young wives on the roadside, bullying beggars...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Song Wen couldn't believe that someone could do so many bad things in just one afternoon.

Finally, the three people walked into a cheap brothel. Just when Song Wen thought he would have to wait outside the brothel for a long time, the three people came out in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Fuck, did the tiger turn into a tiger? So fast!"

Song Wen couldn't help but complain, and then followed the three people to a private house in the dark.

The private house was a bit low, with a total of three rooms, and only the main house in the middle had a door that could be entered and exited. The other two side houses had no doors leading to the outside of the house, only windows.

Gou Hang and his two men were all alone, and during this period, the three people usually lived in this private house.

Song Wen looked at the sky. It was past midnight, and it was the time to kill people when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Song Wen straightened his sleeves, covered the bag of powder in his hand, stepped forward, and knocked on the door directly.

"Who is it? It's the middle of the night."

A strong man yelled and cursed, while opening the door.

"Song...?"

The strong man was surprised to see Song Wen. He couldn't understand why Song Wen appeared at his door so late.

However, he hadn't said anything yet.

"Bang!"

Song Wen kicked him into the room and fell on the table at the back.

The noise quickly attracted the two people in the side room. Gou Hang and another big man ran out of the side room.

Seeing Song Wen suddenly appear, Gou Hang was shocked.

"Song Wen, how did you find this place?"

Song Wen raised his left hand, and the powder was scattered all over the sky, rushing towards Gou Hang. In an instant, the whole main room was filled with white powder.

This white powder is a mixture of lime and caustic soda.

The three people who were not careful were instantly affected.

"Ah... my eyes..."

The three people covered their eyes with their hands and made continuous sounds of pain. One of the big men even had blood flowing from his eyes.

"Song Wen, you despicable villain, what do you want to do?" In a panic, Gou Hang stepped back and asked harshly.

Gou Hang still had a glimmer of luck. He did not have a direct conflict with Song Wen, trying to cover up the truth and get away with it.

"What do you want to do? Of course, it is to repay the favor of the dog master for his support and to settle the hatred of you colluding with Tang Liang and attacking me." Song Wen said in a cold voice.

"Tang Liang attacked you, you went to find Tang Liang, what does it have to do with me?"

"Don't worry, he will definitely meet you in hell soon."

"Song Wen, you are a cultivator, but you actually used such a despicable method as throwing lime, aren't you ashamed?"

While speaking, Gou Hang had already touched the side room. There were windows in the front and back of the side room. If he escaped from the back window, there was still hope of escape.

"Okay, there is no point in talking more, you are also a ghost who knows it, go to hell."

The reason why Song Wen didn't take action was that the powder just now had not completely fallen to the ground. He didn't want to be injured by his own tricks and become blind like the three people.

At this time, the powder had basically fallen.

Song Wen already held a dagger in his hand, and his figure jumped, like an eagle spreading its wings, and pounced on the nearest person.

"Puff!"

The extremely sharp dagger pierced directly into the man's head.

After stirring it vigorously, Song Wen didn't care whether the man was dead or not, pulled out the dagger, took two steps forward, and stabbed the second man in the chest.

Then, holding a dagger, he ran towards Gou Hang at the back.

Song Wen, who thought he had won, suddenly saw Gou Hang raised his right hand. Through his sleeve, he could see that there was a set of sleeve arrows tied on his wrist.

Looking at the sleeve arrows so close, Song Wen was scared and quickly crouched down.

Whoosh!

The sleeve arrows brushed Song Wen's scalp and shot past.

Song Wen, who barely avoided the sleeve arrows, stabbed the dagger directly into Gou Hang's chest.

Looking at Gou Hang, who was gradually losing his breath, Song Wen felt a little scared.

Fortunately, he had poisoned three people in advance, otherwise he might have been killed by the sleeve arrows in Gou Hang's hand.

Gou Hang was also a patient person. He didn't show his sleeve arrows until the last moment.

Then, Song Wen began to absorb the essence and blood of the three people. While sucking blood, Song Wen deliberately tried.

He found that he had to touch the wound of others to quickly devour the blood. When his hand left the wound, the speed of blood-sucking would obviously decrease. When his hand did not touch the body at all, it seemed that he could also absorb, but it became very slow, so slow that it was almost imperceptible, just like absorbing the blood in the air.

Moreover, the blood-sucking process is controllable.

Song Wen can stop or start sucking blood as long as he moves his mind.

A moment later, the three people turned into three mummies.

After swallowing the blood of the three strong men, Song Wen's blood surged and his cells trembled.

His spirit also gradually changed from the excitement when he swallowed the first person to being too full and a little dizzy.

Perhaps it was because of the experience of swallowing the blood for the first time, the blood and spirit had begun to adapt to this sudden surge. This time, there was no loss of control in the body and mind, but it was just a little uncomfortable.

Song Wen had planned this killing in advance, so he would not be unprepared for handling the corpse like the first time.

He threw all three mummies on the bed, and then threw all the flammable materials such as clothes and bedding on top.

Song Wen took out a water bag from his arms, which was filled with fierce oil, a bit like gasoline in his previous life, with strong flammability.

He poured the fierce oil on the mummies, took out a fire starter and threw it over, then left without looking back.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited in the room. Since the house was made of wood, the whole house was on fire in a short while.

The nearby residents were quickly awakened by the fire. Looking at the raging fire, they didn't know how many things Gou Hang had done that angered people, but no one went up to put out the fire.

The nearest house to Gou Hang was about ten meters away, so the neighbors were not afraid that the fire in Gou Hang's house would ignite their houses.

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