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Chapter 128: Grave

"Go ahead, keep moving forward."

Bai Wuchang urged and looked at Wang Kangjian who was blocking the path of the intestine.

Hei Wuchang snorted: "You're on the road of Huangquan, don't think about where to escape. It's meaningless. Even if you run away, we won't even catch you. If you don't look back on the road of Huangquan, do you know why? Turning back means death."

Wang Kangjian is also an acting school. I have to say that the rich second generation is not a fool. They have received better education than ordinary people since childhood and have learned to play intrigue since childhood.

"I just thought about all this and it feels ridiculous."

Bai Wuchang was stunned: "What's ridiculous?"

Wang Kangjian laughed desperately: "The person I once admired actually sacrificed me with his own hands. I feel that I was really ridiculous before."

Bai Wuchang nodded: "Are you blaming the ancestor for saying that Zhang Jue? He really deserves to die, he betrayed you..."

Wang Kangjian interrupted: "Don't sow discord. How can the relationship between Brother Jue and I see by someone like you who are blinded by interests?"

Wang Kangjian said, and suddenly shed tears and stared at Bai Wuchang: "I hate you!"

This look made Bai Wuchang look particularly embarrassed. In his eyes, Wang Kangjian was just a child. Suddenly, he said the words "I hate you" like an adult, which really made him unable to adapt. He would rather hear Wang Kangjian say: You must die a good death.

Hei Wuchang looked at the two of them with interest and said nothing.

Bai Wuchang snorted coldly: "I'm shameless, you want to..."

"Come on, beat me to death, kill me. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you as a villain."

Bai Wuchang's hand that had just raised fell down again, looking at Wang Kangjian, and continued, "I hate you, it turns out that this is your true face."

Hei Wuchang wondered: "Have you seen another face of him?"

Wang Kangjian ignored this, approached a step closer, stared at Bai Wuchang's eyes, and said word by word:

"I am really disappointed. I feel like I am betrayed by the person I admire myself."

Both of them were stunned. We are the people he admired? What's funny? This kid is really worthy of being a disciple of the ancestors and Taoism. He doesn't even beat him when he lies.

Wang Kangjian sighed with a heart-dead sigh, and suddenly began to take off his clothes in front of Hei and Bai Wuchang.

Hei and Bai were both stupid. What are you doing? I haven’t heard of taking off my clothes on the road to Huangquan. Is there something wrong with his mind?

However, when the pile of clothes fell to the ground and Wang Kangjian turned around, they were shocked...

But I saw that the back, which should have been smooth, was occupied by a tattoo covering the entire back. What a domineering pattern the black-green lines outlined.

On the left is Bai Wuchang, holding a jade plaque in both hands, wearing a long robe, a pointed hat on his head, and four words written on it - the world is peaceful.

On the right is Hei Wuchang, holding a jade plaque in both hands, and wearing a long robe. There is a pointed hat on his head and four words written on it - looking for you.

One left and one right, all of them were revealed with long tongues. The entire back was deliberately rendered by the tattoo artist, and a feeling of ghost energy was felt.

But when he saw this tattoo, he felt warm when he looked at it. This experience was very wonderful. You looked at his back, but you felt like you were looking in the mirror...

Bai Wuchang couldn't say a word, and it was true that we were his idols. What gave this child such a strong courage that he even tattooed his portraits on his back without hesitation? Is this the power of an idol?

"this……"

Hei Wuchang was speechless and pointed at Wang Kangjian's back, unable to say a word. He had never seen such a thing in his life. He caught someone and took the blame. He turned out to be his loyal fan and tattooed his portraits on his back.

You know, tattoos are a lifelong thing for mortals. They can never be washed away. It is not as simple as a painting, it requires courage and perseverance.

Wang Kangjian's eyes turned red at this moment, and he cried out: "In the past ten years, I have always regarded you as untouchable scales in my heart. It is the only pure land in my heart. I admire you two, and I tattooed the images of you two on my body, wanting to make this painting look like me for the rest of my life. But today, I have seen your true faces clearly, a villain. The dreams of more than ten years have turned out to be just a waste..."

After talking for a long time, Wang Kangjian moved himself and cried, and shouted: "Well, the dream in his heart will be shattered. You are no longer my idol."

As he said that, Wang Kangjian roared, walked around his back with his hands, and began to sniff the skin on his back with his fingernails.

In order to survive, he was so harsh and really stingy. After just one hand, there were a few blood marks on his back.

Bai Wuchang was very anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Oh, don't do this. Does it hurt? Hurry, Lao Hei, stop the bleeding for him."

Hei Wuchang hurried forward and stroked Wang Kangjian's back with his palm, but saw the blood marks disappear and turn into shiny skin. The painting is still lifelike.

Wang Kangjian rolled on the ground in a hysterical cry, constantly catching it on his back: "Let me go, let me go. From today on, I finally see clearly what my idol is. A villain, a villain who is absolutely unfair, I have lived in vain for more than ten years. I shouldn't worship two scumbags. Let me catch them and let me die. My heart is dead, and I don't want to live anymore."

Bai Wuchang was really distressed. He stroked his hands through Wang Kangjian's arms, and his hands were too moving on the spot. Then the two of them squatted on the ground, looking at the tattoo with enthusiasm.

Wang Kangjian howled and verbally abused, but his eyes showed a sense of relief. He knew that this was a living...

After Zhang Jue explained Wang Kangjian's whereabouts to Zhang Panxi and the others, he heard the couple scolding Wang Kangjian as a rebellious son at the bottom of the building, but he lay on the bed and looked at the starry sky outside.

I am too weak, and this is actually a world where strength is respected. Money in society is strength, and power in the underworld is strength.

After a while, Zhang Jue sighed and said to the air: "I don't blame you. If you happen to that situation, I have to run away."

After the words came, a woman in white floated in through the window and actually passed by the wall.

It's Lin Yun.

Lin Yun lowered her head with shame and explained in a voice transmission: "I wanted to notify you at that time, but I was just over the black and white sky. If I were to transmit the voice transmission, I would definitely be noticed by the two of them. They would not say a word to me, and would kill me with a plan of thunder. I could only run away, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Yes, Lin Yun ran away. Zhang Jue said that she was like a cat, and there was no false at all. Seeing someone stronger than her, her nature was still to run away.

Zhang Jue sighed again: "I said, I don't blame you. I will run away if I let me go. If you can come back, it means I'm not wrong. Wang Kangjian is destined to have such a disaster, and no one can do anything about it. Lin Yun."

Lin Yun glanced at Zhang Jue and had not had time to ask what she was doing.

Zhang Jue said, "Go out and prepare a coffin for me, go to the hospital to steal a set of syringes and nutrient solution. Find a beautiful mountain and water, and the birds sing and flowers scent, and you must hide it in a place that no one knows."

"What are you doing?"
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