The Villain's Counterattack

The fourth time he died, he was resurrected immediately. The resurrection location was on the third floor of the dungeon of the Beggar Gang’s Jinling branch, inside the bald monk’s cell!

After all, Sun Yuankai was not a tough guy who could endure hardship. The one-eyed man was too cruel. He endured eighteen kinds of tortures, but he could not bear it after enduring only three of them. He committed suicide and was resurrected.

In a flash, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. He still held two daggers in his hands, but they were not nailed in his palms. However, the faint pain in his body made him feel scared.

Sun Yuankai knew it was just his own imagination, but he couldn't help but feel the real fear. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Damned Mongol spy, don't let me catch you, or I'll make sure you experience all kinds of torture. Get stronger, I must get stronger, stronger than anyone else!"

At this point, Sun Yuankai's eyes turned, and his beast-like scarlet gaze fell on the bald monk next to him who had already woken up but was imprisoned on the ground with a rag stuffed in his mouth. "Master, it's been a long time. No, no, no, I should say, we meet again!"

"We meet twice a day, and both times late at night. We are truly connected. The only difference is that last time you beat me to death, and this time it's my turn to beat you to death." Sun Yuankai's words shocked the bald monk. What had this beggar just said? Had he beaten him to death before?

So what was that thing standing before him now? Could it really be a ghost?

Wasn't that bastard known as the number one assassin of the Mongols? How did he let this guy escape from him?

The bald monk didn't know that the number one killer of the Mongols was indeed worthy of his reputation. Sun Yuankai died three times at his hands. This time, he almost became a specimen and was skinned, tendons pulled out, and boiled for oil to light a lamp.

Although the flying knife was made of wood, it was extremely hard and sharp. Sun Yuankai cut the bald monk's wrist with two sharp strokes. He used a urinal to collect half of the blood, but did not try to stop the bleeding. Instead, he began to pour devouring array patterns on the ground.

Bald monk: So this is how the urinal is used? I was wondering why it was placed so far away, it turns out I was using it wrong. If I had known this, I wouldn't have to hold it in and release it sooner, maybe even disgust this bastard.

But what the hell is this bastard up to? This ghostly talisman-like thing actually requires one to use one's own blood to draw, which must be something bad. Could it be that he is also a tribal shaman, using his own blood to offer sacrifices to the heavens?

Impossible, impossible. He was just an ordinary beggar with terrible kung fu skills. If he hadn't used some despicable and shameless means, he could have been beaten to death with just three punches and two kicks. How could such a person be as powerful as the tribal shaman?

I don’t know if it’s all an illusion. As the formation pattern becomes more and more perfect, the bald monk feels something is wrong, as if something bad is about to happen.

Sun Yuankai had just experienced a great disaster and was filled with murderous intent, but he wanted to vent it on the big monk. Therefore, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he watered the array pattern in an orderly manner, drawing blood from the big monk again and again, and each time he would show him two rows of ferocious yellow teeth.

"Pah!" The urinal was thrown three meters away and shattered into pieces on the ground. Sun Yuankai let out a long sigh and said, "It's done!"

"Don't blame me. This world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. Being weak is the original sin. Only the truly strong can stand at the top and look down on the world!" Sun Yuankai stared at the bald monk with a wolf-like gaze. The latter's face was pale, and it was obvious that he had just lost a lot of blood. Sun Yuankai was a little bold this time, not as cautious as before, fearing that there would be the slightest deviation.

Singing and dancing around the three-meter-diameter blood-colored pattern, Sun Yuankai muttered something like a charlatan, but no one could understand what he was saying. It was extremely difficult to pronounce and even strange. Finally, he knelt on the ground, placed his hands on the bald monk's sleek head, and shouted in a low voice: "Beg the gods to strip me of my talents, grant me your talents, and accept my strength!"

The blood-red light emitted a faint glow. The bald monk whose hands and feet were nailed to the ground seemed to be in great pain. His whole body twitched violently, his veins bulged and he struggled hard. The wrist that had just stopped bleeding broke again and blood flowed. The more this happened, the weaker and more painful he became.

The blood-red light slowly gathered towards Sun Yuankai along the lines. The powerful blood energy made him almost groan in comfort. A memory passed into his mind bit by bit, "Powerful Vajra Palm!"

No, it's not just the Vajra Palm. This bald guy actually learned a little bit of the Vajra Finger. Even though it's just the basics, it encompasses a complete training method. It's just that the level is too low, barely third-rate, so he has never shown it to anyone. Apart from that, he also has three or five ordinary fist, kick and stick skills to cover up his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a loud shout was heard outside the cell. Sun Yuankai was shocked. Outside the gate, he saw the leader of the branch, Elder Liu, leading more than ten elite disciples of the Beggar Gang and three or five soldiers in armor looking at him curiously.

Damn it, how come they came at such a coincidence?

Sun Yuankai remained calm in the face of danger, with a pious look on his face and muttering something, but this time he used words like "Taishang Laojun" and "Taoist Buddha of the West" that everyone could understand. However, his words were still incoherent and his hands did not stop moving.

Song Qingshan looked at the bald monk struggling in the cell, and the beggar with a pious face but slightly twitching eyelids. Feeling the rising energy in his body, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he calmly waved his hand: "Open the cell door."

Elder Liu then discovered that the prison door was still locked and there were no signs of being damaged or pried. How did this guy get in?

Bone shrinking skill?

It's impossible. This cell is specially prepared for top-notch masters. The steel bars are as thick as a child's arm, and the gaps are only the size of a baby's fist. Not to mention a person, even a dog can't fit in. The lock on the cell door weighs more than a hundred pounds, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to break it. It requires two keys to open it, and one of these two keys is in his hand.

The prison door slammed open, and Elder Liu darted forward. Without a word, he kicked Sun Yuankai to the ground. He stopped the sword in his hand at his forehead and shouted, "Sun Xiaoliu, why are you here?"

Sun Yuankai's eyes flashed with anger, but were quickly replaced by a look of grievance. "Captain, why do you say that? Didn't you ask me to interrogate this thief bald guy? Hehe, Captain, don't worry. This thief bald guy was frightened by my witchcraft and has now explained many things clearly, especially that... hehe!"

Elder Liu was stunned when he heard this. It seemed that this was indeed the case. However, the thief had not woken up at that time. He remembered that he seemed to have drunk with him outside the cell. What happened after that?

"Is that what I'm asking you? I want to ask how you got into this cell? You must know..." Elder Liu was interrupted by Song Qingshan. "There's no need to delve into these details. Sun Liuyuan, right? Let me ask you, what is the origin of this thief, how did he sneak into Kyoto, and who is he connected with? Who else is his accomplice in Kyoto? The five-yearly Martial Arts Conference is about to be held. What are these thieves doing here?"

Although Sun Yuankai regretted not being able to squeeze this bald thief dry, he did get nearly half of his cultivation, which allowed him to step into the first-rate ranks, and was half a step away from the first-rate. His mind was filled with first-rate martial arts such as the Vajra Palm, so he was content.

"With the establishment of the Xin Dynasty, the Mongol Empire is doomed, having retreated thousands of miles westward into the desert. However, its evil thieves still harbor evil intentions and covet the prosperous lands of the Central Plains. Some spies have even fallen into depravity and become its accomplices. The people of the remote Western Regions, ignorant of fate, are going against the will of Heaven, intending to use gunpowder to capture the Ming Dynasty's top brass at the Martial Arts Conference, and then make a comeback."

Sun Yuankai told the information he had obtained, but the monk was just a thug and not the mastermind behind the scenes, so he knew very little. But his ignorance did not mean that Sun Yuankai did not know. He had just been captured and obtained some general information from the thin man, so he told it all here. With the bald monk as a cover, he was not afraid of being held accountable.

"As for his accomplices, he doesn't know much. They are in a single line of contact, and the upper line is Yi Dian Hong, the knife-throwing master known as the number one killer of the Mongols. However, there is one thing that is worthy of suspicion." Sun Yuankai hesitated a little, and then relied on his own feelings to roughly explain the general location of the mansion and the inference he made from what he heard.

Song Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It turns out to be that person, no wonder he has not been discovered, he is hiding well enough, haha, good! Boy, you have made a great contribution this time, you will go to the intelligence department to receive the reward later. As for the other gains, they are yours." After speaking, he turned and left, but did not even look at the monk on the ground. He just waved his hand slightly, and two soldiers rushed forward, lifted up the monk and walked towards him.

Sun Yuankai took a deep breath, but before he could relax, he saw the strange look in Elder Liu's eyes, and he immediately felt discouraged. As the saying goes, it is easier to meet the King of Hell than to deal with the little devils. Song Qingshan was a magnanimous man who knew how to control his subordinates, but Elder Liu was a cautious old man, and he would not be fooled so easily by him.

The most important thing is that many people knew about his return to the ground. Not to mention others, the two old men in the information room alone were a big trouble. So he could only fool them with something he said. As for whether they believed it or not, it all depended on God's will.

Even if he didn't believe it, what could he do? He had always been a meritorious official, and he couldn't torture him to extract a confession.

"Sir Elder, I've already mastered the complete set of the 'Vajra Palm', am I wrong?" Even so, he still had to bow his head when it was time to do so. Elder Liu chuckled upon hearing this, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Very well, I have high hopes for you. Come with me to my study and let's have a chat. A lot happened tonight, and I still have many questions I need your answers."

Sun Yuankai: Can I not go?

Elder Liu: I’ll give you a look so you can understand it yourself.