A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Nineteen clay pots were hanging in a desolate and overgrown area.

Wencai's heart moved, and a finger-sized iron bullet appeared in his hand.

The mind is highly concentrated, and in an instant the world becomes quiet.

With a raised hand, a beam of black light shot towards a clay jar.

Snapped!

The clay jar broke into pieces, and the water in the jar splashed out.

Mental warfare is a passive skill that requires concentration to use.

After experiments, Wencai discovered that within the range of the Taoism value multiplied by 10, the long-range attack of mental warfare can reach % accuracy.

His current Wencai Daoshu is at 3 points, which means that within a range of 30 meters, he will be able to hit the target with every shot, throw, or sneak attack.

30-meter long-range attack distance, never miss a shot.

If the level is raised to level 10 or 20 in the future, Wencai can become a sharpshooter or dart king.

This is a skill that Wencai is looking forward to, but it needs room to grow.

"When I reach a higher level, it will be great to use it to fight the Japanese."

It was already the spring of 1936 in the Republic of China, and the fall of Shanghai in November 1937 was getting closer and closer.

In this great era, even if you have the literary talent system in your hands, you cannot change your fate.

But if we have the strength to help, we can at least save some of our relatives and friends.

After experimenting with his skills in the suburbs, it was already late, so Wencai got up and went home.

Wencai didn't cook. He just made a fuss in the Shikumen and ordered two side dishes, one meat and one vegetable, and a bowl of rice.

As soon as Wencai entered the courtyard after dinner, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The smell of blood came from Adjutant Li's house.

"Oh no, something happened to Adjutant Li."

Adjutant Li is a nice person and his daughter is beautiful, so Wencai respects him very much.

Wencai walked cautiously to Adjutant Li's door, but heard him and his wife talking.

"Ke Yun just recovered from his illness, why are you bringing trouble here again?"

"Alas, I don't want to pull this out-of-town guest, but I can't just stand by and watch him die."

"He is so badly injured, don't let him die in our house, let him go quickly."

"That's not good. I, Li Zhengde, can't just stand by and watch someone die. I'll go get a doctor."

Adjutant Li pushed the door open and ran into Wencai.

His eyes lit up, remembering that this expert was also a doctor: "Brother Wencai, you came at the right time."

Pulling Wencai into the inner room, he saw a tall and thin middle-aged man standing inside. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a gray cotton robe.

The middle-aged man had a pale face and had knife and axe wounds on his chest and back.

Wencai stepped forward and took a closer look at the middle-aged man's appearance, and was shocked.

"Fourth brother, why is he in Shanghai? Oh, right, the plot of King of Kings is set in Shanghai."

Fourth brother, Master Long Si, the God of Gamblers in the Republic of China.

At this time, Long Si had just been released from prison in Shenyang and was expelled by the Shenyang government. He came to Shanghai alone.

On the train, he also met twelve like-minded kings, who together formed the Thirteen Generals of the Thousand Gates.

After Long Silai got off the train, he was chased by a group of swordsmen and was shot from behind.

Covered in wounds, he met Adjutant Li who was pulling a rickshaw.

Adjutant Li was kind-hearted and took him home.

"He's a plot character, and a protagonist at that. We have to save him."

Wencai stepped forward and started the healing technique.

【Life+3】

……

3 points of Taoism, 300 mana limit, as long as there is 1 point of blood left, the extremely powerful healing spell can bring the dead back to life.

White light flashed, Long Si's breathing became steady, and his wounds healed visibly.

A bullet also fell from the wound.

Adjutant Li and his wife were accustomed to Wencai's miraculous abilities, but Long Si was amazed at Wencai's ability to turn things around.

Long Si’s upper limit of health is 200, which is twice as much as that of an ordinary person.

This was the first time Wencai saw someone with more than 100 health points.

Considering that Long Si is a martial artist, it is not surprising that his health points are higher than those of ordinary people like Feng Chengcheng and Ruping.

After Wencai's treatment, Long Si's health recovered to 100. Although his blood was not full, the external injuries on Long Si's body had healed.

"I am Long Si, and I hope you two will leave your names."

"My name is Xu Wencai, my master is Lin Jiu from Maoshan, and I just arrived in Shanghai not long ago."

"Li Zhengde, used to be an adjutant under the Black Panther, ate military rations, and now makes a living by pulling a rickshaw."

"Uncle Jiu, you are a disciple of Maoshan. No wonder you have such abilities. I am so sorry for your disrespect."

Long Si was knowledgeable and experienced, so he naturally understood the meaning of the two words "Uncle Jiu".

"Black Panther Lu Zhenhua, adjutant, no wonder he dared to pull in a man who was being hunted by his enemies in the underworld."

Lu Zhenhua was a warlord in Northeast China. Long Si had been in Northeast China for half his life, so he naturally knew the reputation of the Black Panther.

A disciple of Mount Mao, the King of Kings, and the adjutant of the Northeast.

After the three people introduced themselves, they all had extraordinary origins.

"Okay, I just arrived in Shanghai and have nothing. I will repay you handsomely for saving my life in the future. As the mountains are high and the rivers are long, we will say goodbye now."

Long Si stood up, holding his hat and was about to leave.

"Fourth brother, please stay. It's getting late. If you don't mind my humble abode, why don't you stay at my house for a night?"

Wencai cordially invited Long Si.

Long Si took a look at Wencai and saw that he was short in stature, with the face of an old man in his forties or fifties, but the voice sounded like a young man in his twenties.

But this man has extraordinary eyes and he is a disciple of Mount Mao, so he must be a remarkable person.

"Alright."

Long Si also wanted to make friends with a remarkable person like Wencai.