Chapter 4 Being targeted

night.

Coming again.

After Yang Fang took a short rest, he closed the door in the room, waved the rusty sword, and continued to practice the Thirteen Gale Swords, striving to increase his strength.

As for why you didn’t take the lead in practicing [Yang Yan Jue]?

Because he tried it, the progress of [Yang Yan Jue] was slow. He practiced for more than an hour before, but the progress bar did not increase a bit.

In this case, he could only place his hope on the Thirteen Gale Swords first.

It was pitch black outside and extremely silent.

Unknowingly, time passes.

ah!

Suddenly, a scream came from the depths of darkness.

Yang Fang was startled.

here we go again?

Fortunately, the voice sounded extremely far away, as if it was dozens of meters in front of him.

"The evil spirit has changed places."

Yang Fang's heart beat.

After the scream came out, another three minutes passed.

Another burst of shrill screams came, extremely harsh, accompanied by waves of deep muffled sounds, as if the room had been smashed into pieces.

This time the sound came from behind his house.

He was shocked.

"Run to the back?"

Yang Fang no longer dared to continue practicing his sword, and hurriedly hid under the bed, holding his breath and feeling nervous.

Total silence.

About two or three minutes passed.

Hee hee hee.

Suddenly, bursts of crisp and thin laughter came from outside his room, making Yang Fang's hair stand on end and his heart frightened.

coming!

Is this the evil spirit?

That evil spirit is outside his door?

He quickly held his mouth tightly, held his breath, and hid under the bed motionless.

The evil spirit wandered around for a while, then suddenly seemed to have discovered something. It suddenly turned around and let out a strange and harsh cry, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The sound alone made people's eardrums sting.

ah!

"Bold monster!"

A terrifying roar sounded outside the door.

Then there were bursts of violent roars and booms.

It seemed that someone rushed over quickly and was fighting with the evil spirit. The movement was extremely loud.

Yang Fang widened his eyes and listened carefully.

The strong movement was rushing into the distance, and soon no sound could be heard anymore.

He lay under the bed, his heart beating, still not daring to show his head easily.

In this way, time passes.

Extraordinary suffering.

Until the rooster crows outside again.

Yang Fang became bolder again and crawled out from under the bed. He was covered in cold sweat and his back was wet. His mind was calm, but he did not dare to delay at all. He immediately grabbed the rusty sword and started practicing in the room again.

He now misses no opportunity to improve his strength.

This practice lasts about two hours.

It's completely bright outside.

Yang Fang stopped and glanced at the panel.

Name: Yang Fang

Life span:21/32 years

Cultivation level: Unqualified (20/30)

Mental Technique: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)

Martial Arts: Introduction to Thirteen Gale Swords (91/100)

Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)

"The Thirteen Gale Swords will enter the next level today."

Yang Fang secretly said.

This world is too scary.

He finally understood Zheng Fanghua's feelings now.

Yang took courage, observed from the crack of the door for a moment, and walked out of the room again.

I saw a large number of people gathered outside again, and there was a lot of discussion.

A piece of black liquid appeared not far away. It was extremely cold and extended into the distance, like mold spots that had grown out of sunlight all year round. Just a glance at it made many people's minds sway uncontrollably.

Shivering.

"Don't come close, this is the blood of that evil spirit!"

"It was the masters of the Sanhe Gang who took action last night!"

"That's great. If the masters from the Sanhe Gang take action, they will definitely be able to take down the evil spirit!"

An expert from the Sanhe Gang?

Yang Xing felt envious.

But he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

This evil spirit has been so close to me twice in a row.

He can escape twice, but can he escape the third time?

Looking at the pool of black liquid on the ground, Yang Fang instinctively had an idea in his mind.

"move place?"

But he quickly shook his head.

Even if I move, where can I move to?

He is a poor man who only has this house. Even if he rents a house, he doesn't have enough money unless he sleeps on the streets.

Yang Fang returned home, washed up, and rushed towards the dock again.

"You want to borrow money from me?"

As soon as he arrived at the pier, Yang Fang looked at the three men in front of him suspiciously.

"Yes, I hope brother Yang Fang can help and give us a little bit."

The first man laughed playfully and patted Yang Fang lightly with his palm.

Yang Fang was speechless for a while.

My total possessions are less than 30 cents, why do you have the nerve to ask me to borrow money?

He looked at the three people in front of him, and an impression soon appeared in his mind.

The leader's name is Zhao Gang, who seems to be a notoriously difficult boss at this wharf. His brother Zhao Hu seems to be a small boss at this wharf. Almost no one among the many coolies dares to mess with him. Should he borrow money from himself?

"I don't have any money either. I only earn 10 cents a day. I only earn 12 cents just for eating and drinking. How can I have any money left?"

Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly.

"Hey, brother Yang Fang is so humble. Who doesn't know you are rich?"

Zhao Gang smiled and whispered, "Last time, the Mongolian Chamber of Commerce's boat capsized and the goods were dumped. I heard that Brother Yang Fang also went there that time and picked up a lot of valuable things. Didn't these things get converted into money?

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To be continued...