Chapter 3 Immortal Fate

After walking for a quarter of an hour, the three finally arrived at a secluded corner of the Tiansha Gang. [ ]

There is an independent courtyard near the mountain.

There are more than a hundred guards carrying steel knives and crossbows around the courtyard. These guards have cold faces and tall stature, giving people an invisible sense of huge oppression.

After entering the courtyard, what caught my eye were rows of side rooms.

Behind the side rooms, there was an independent two-story building at the foot of the mountain.

The surroundings of the small building were opened up and divided into pieces of scattered fields, in which some unknown herbs were planted.

A strong man pointed at the side room and said in an imperative tone.

"You can find an empty room to live in. Someone will deliver meals three times a day. You are not allowed to leave the side room until someone calls you out."

After speaking, the strong man looked at Song Wen with an indifferent expression, as if urging Song Wen to choose a room quickly.

Song Wen casually chose an empty room and walked in.

There was a set of tables and chairs, a bed with bedding on it, and a teapot on the table in the room. There was nothing else in the room.

Song Wen looked around the room and turned to close the door.

When he closed the door, he took the opportunity to look at the scene outside the house.

The two strong men had left the courtyard. There were heavy soldiers guarding outside the courtyard. They were not worried that Song Wen might do something out of the ordinary.

After closing the door, Song Wen's expression became ferocious and angry.

Just now, he had been suppressing his anger.

The strength of the Tiansha Gang and his own weakness made him feel depressed and hateful.

At this moment, Song Wen's heart was full of desire for power.

Yesterday, when he was begging for food outside the teahouse, he learned from the discussion of the diners that there were warriors in this world who could fly over the eaves and walk on the walls.

At this time, he hoped that he was a knight with powerful martial arts and could kill the entire Tiansha Gang.

Song Wen was locked in the room for seven days.

In the first two days, Song Wen was full of resentment for the strength and tyranny of the Tiansha Gang.

This kind of feeling of being at the mercy of others and being unable to resist is really terrible.

Fortunately, someone delivered meals on time every day, and the food was not bad, with vegetables and meat.

After the first two days, Song Wen's mind gradually calmed down.

In the last two days, Song Wen also figured it out. Being locked in the room and forbidden to go out was probably intentionally done by the Tiansha Gang to erase their inner resistance and make them face reality.

On the eighth day, Song Wen finally heard someone shouting outside the door.

"Everyone, leave the room immediately. Those who delay will be severely punished."

Then, the sound of doors opening continuously came from the surroundings.

Song Wen also opened the door and walked out.

In the courtyard in front of the wing room, there were about a hundred teenagers standing scattered, and more than a dozen Tiansha Gang members with knives standing in the distance.

These young people gathered in groups of three or five. It was obvious that they, like Song Wen, were basically coerced here. Many people were whispering their dissatisfaction.

These young people were locals in Yancheng and knew the strength of the Tiansha Gang. Although they were full of anger and unwillingness, they could only point fingers at the guards in a low voice and dared not speak out.

Among them, there was a fat man in gorgeous clothes. Among the young people who were mostly from poor families and thin, he stood out.

The fat man roared angrily.

"You Tiansha Gang are so bold that you dare to kidnap me, my father Zhang Erhe, is the county magistrate of Qingyuan County. Why don't you send me back quickly!"

His rebuttal was loud, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Song Wen's sight was also attracted by the fat man.

Qingyuan County is a county town under Yancheng, only a hundred miles away from Yancheng.

In Gan Country, the power of a county magistrate is still very large.

Song Wen was curious about how the Tiansha Gang would deal with this fat man.

Was the little fat man the stupid son of a landlord who couldn't see the reality, or was it that the Tiansha Gang made a mistake and hit a wall?

The guards were hesitant when they heard this, but they were unmoved. It was obviously not the first time they heard the little fat man mention his identity. But the guards also felt that it was a bit tricky to deal with the little fat man.

At this moment, a figure walked out from behind the guards.

The man was about forty years old, thin, and had a mustache on his mouth.

Seeing the little fat man roaring in the courtyard, the mustache was full of impatience.

He raised his right hand, with a yellow talisman paper between his fingers, and heard him whistle softly.

"Go!"

The talisman paper in his hand suddenly turned into a ball of ashes, and a fireball the size of a human head appeared out of thin air.

The fireball emitted a terrifyingly hot temperature, and the surrounding space seemed to begin to distort and deform.

The fireball rushed at lightning speed, mixed with a wanton whistling sound, and arrived in front of the little fat man in the blink of an eye.

The little fat man looked at the fireball that suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes full of fear. He just wanted to escape, and the fireball hit his chest.

The fat body of the little fat man was hit hard, and the whole person was blasted into the air.

"Ah!..."

Amid the little fat man's shrill wails, the hot flames quickly spread all over his body.

Before his body fell to the ground, he turned into a fire man.

There was a crackling sound of burning grease, and soon, the surroundings were filled with the stench of burning corpses.

After just a dozen breaths, a living person turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye, without even a bone residue left.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden change. More than a hundred young people looked at the fat man who turned into a fire man in horror, their faces pale and silent.

Song Wen, who had lived two lives, was also frightened by the scene in front of him.

He was horrified by the audacity of the Tiansha Gang, who actually killed the son of the county magistrate in public, and obviously did not take the Qianguo court and the more than a hundred young people in front of him seriously.

He was also horrified by the means of the moustache. The moustache summoned a fireball with a yellow talisman. This did not look like the means of a warrior, but more like the ability of a cultivator in the legend of the previous life.

"Is this world a world of cultivation?"

Just when Song Wen was in doubt, a young man in the field cleared his doubts for him.

"He is an immortal!"

A man in simple clothes with a few patches suddenly knelt on his knees, shouting with a look of both horror and yearning.

The young man's exclamation instantly awakened everyone, and more and more young people knelt on the ground and bowed to the mustache.

The magical and ruthless means of the mustache made the thoughts of resistance in most young people disappear instantly.

Song Wen also knelt down following the reaction of most people.

His heart was like a turbulent wave.

This is the real power, which is more powerful than those high-flying chivalrous knights.

"One day, I must have this power."

Song Wen, who had been treated unfairly for days, had a firm look in his eyes.

This kind of immortal power will definitely make him a strong man in this world, no longer being manipulated and bullied by others.

Not only were the young people at the scene shocked by the magic of the mustache, but even the eyes of the Tiansha Gang guards showed deep fear.

Seeing this scene, the mustache had a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

The effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkey met his expectations.

He looked around at the kneeling young men, his eyes were arrogant, and he had an air of superiority and control over everything.

"I am a cultivator of immortality, called Master Jiyin, and I practice the authentic and upright Taoist techniques. You don't have to be afraid."

"I summoned you here to give you a great opportunity, an opportunity to become immortal and seek longevity."

"In the next month, I will personally teach you the immortal technique "Longevity Technique". Anyone who can successfully "draw qi into the body" within one month can become my direct disciple."

"I hope you can cherish this immortal opportunity. Anyone who can draw qi into the body, even if they cannot seek longevity, can gain powerful strength, and wealth and honor are at their fingertips."

As soon as Jiyin finished speaking, it immediately aroused a fierce response from the young people. Everyone looked at Jiyin eagerly, with eyes full of expectation and desire.

Song Wen was also quite excited. He did not expect that it would be so easy to obtain the immortal fate.

At the same time, he was alert.

Ji Yin's means of manipulating people's hearts were really powerful. He first shocked everyone with thunder and then threw out the immortal fate to win people's hearts.

This was a typical case of hitting someone with a stick and then giving him a date. In this way, the young people present were all doing their best and going all out when practicing the "Eternal Life Skill".

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as Ji Yin said. How could someone give others the immortal fate without asking for anything? Ji Yin must have some plan! This immortal fate is probably not so easy to get."