Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

In the dim night, a pair of beautiful blue-purple wings darted through the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Something seemed to be there, yet nothing seemed to be there either. A chilling wind swept across a beautiful face, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at a low, single-story house on the street.

Sensing the heat from the five or six people inside through the wall, Qin Henian found a safe spot and landed directly on the roof. His flowing yellow and white long-sleeved embroidered fox robe fluttered in the wind, and five beautiful fingers emerged from one of his sleeves.

Swish!

With his five fingers growing out to the tips, Qin Henian glanced through the roof and, after confirming that two people were tied up, he no longer hesitated.

He crouched down, his fingertips plunging into the roof like drills, producing a deafening roar. Those below watched as wisps of dust and small stones rained down from the roof above them...

Click...click...

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from the ceiling, and winding stripes appeared. As the dust and powder spread, the cracks in the stripes gradually widened, revealing five slender, concave, and tough fingernails. The nails were grayish-blue and sharp as hooks, piercing directly through the entire twenty-centimeter-thick ceiling.

"what is that?"

At this moment, a sharp-eyed person in the room stared wide-eyed at the eerie scene on the ceiling, his body trembling uncontrollably. He also went through several horror movies he had seen in his mind. His face turned pale and his voice trembled as he asked his companion.

"Hmm...it looks like some kind of animal's fingernail..."

One of his companions inside the room gave a trembling reply, as if in a physiological reaction.

"How could this be! That... ah..."

The companion who had just asked the question was about to say something more, but the next second a grayish-white light flashed from the ceiling downwards. Before the person could finish speaking, they suddenly felt a chill on their neck, and a surge of heat emanated from their skin. With each breath, a crimson hue mingled with the wind, and a fishy smell filled the room...

"what!"

"Run! Run!"

The people inside stared wide-eyed, their hearts pounding. This indescribable event was happening right before their eyes. They didn't even have time to care about the two people tied up in the corner of the room anymore, and they all rushed out of the room like madmen.

Above the roof, a pair of vertical pupils with golden light and blood-red eye sockets swept over the expressions of everyone in the room, before withdrawing their gaze after seeing the two unconscious people in the corner.

Da da da....

Da da da...

As footsteps echoed from inside to outside the door, screams pierced the air. Fearing unnecessary trouble in the darkness, Qin Henian abruptly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the fleeing figures. He then raised his hand, which had already formed claws, and conjured several wisps of air. Several leaf-like wind blades scattered in the wind, chasing after the fleeing individuals, their red and black clashing in the night.

Qin Henian didn't even flinch at the murder. Thousands of years ago in China, the people there were even more indifferent to human life than he was. Having spent a lot of time with them, Qin Henian had learned a few things from them. He showed no kindness if anyone blocked his way, though he rarely did.

Having completed his mission for the night, Qin Henian took out his phone from his pocket, sent a message to Wu Xie, and then turned around and disappeared under the blue-black curtain with the two unconscious people inside.

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On the other side, Wu Xie sat at a table in a private room of a restaurant, with Zhang Qilin sitting silently next to him, and a middle-aged man and woman sitting opposite him.

"Young Master, what have you thought about it? If you agree to our demands, we'll keep to ourselves and go our separate ways. From now on, you go your way and we'll go ours. We'll also release those two people. What do you say?"

The man was slightly overweight and wore silver-rimmed glasses. His calculating eyes were visible behind the lenses, as if he didn't care about Wu Xie's answer at all.

"I've seen you before. You're Liu Fuyang, also known as Yangzi, who works for my third uncle. You've been in this business for many years and have made a lot of money under my third uncle. I'm curious why you're the first person to betray my third uncle?"

Wu Xie didn't answer the other person's question; instead, he wanted to understand why the other person had done this...

His third uncle has only been missing for a short time!

The people below are getting impatient... Are they really certain my third uncle won't come back?

"Young Master has a good memory!"

Yoko gave a perfunctory compliment with a blank expression and a look of disdain in her eyes.

It wasn't that Yangzi looked down on this young master; it was just that the other man was rather mediocre, and he genuinely didn't think much of him. Besides, he wasn't here to sweet-talk or play games with him...

Ding!

Just then, Yoko's phone vibrated in her pocket. Yoko calmly reached into her pocket and took out her phone, showing no sign of treating the two people opposite her as strangers.

Message: The warehouse was robbed, and all the brothers perished.

boom!

Yoko slammed her hand on the table, phone in one hand and so hard that her anger echoed throughout the room…

"You've all been kidnapped, and you're still pretending with me here!"

Are you kidding me?

Yoko was naturally strong and robust, standing over 1.9 meters tall. He wore a loose-fitting vest over a loose-fitting top, and trendy jeans on his lower body. His black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the fury burning in his eyes.

With a pair of muscular arms, his fists pounded the table repeatedly, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Xie opposite him, looking ready to fight at any moment.

"As the saying goes, the shameless one makes the first move. We could have had a proper talk, but you had to resort to such underhanded tactics!"

Even with his good personality, Wu Xie bowed his head to reality time and time again. Since he could not go back to his previous life, he decided to start making changes now.

Turning his head, Wu Xie avoided meeting Yoko's gaze and instead looked at Zhang Qilin, who was guarding him.

"Hey buddy! Give those two a good beating! We'll deal with the others later!"

Leaving aside Yoko, who was about to get a beating from Beiya, the woman sitting next to her who hadn't spoken a word was now wide-eyed, glaring at Yoko, this idiot, several times. Why provoke people when you can just say what you want?! They were there to discuss business; neither side brought many people, but everyone in their line of work had heard of the legendary exploits of a few big shots...

Now she's getting herself beaten up too, which makes the woman glare fiercely at that idiot next to her...

boom!

Snapped!Snapped!

...

Just as the woman was about to say something, before she could even open her mouth, a huge footprint was already near her face... With a thud, Zhang Qilin's kick sent the woman flying a meter or two, crashing into the wall behind her and knocking her unconscious...

Seeing this, Yoko, whether out of sheer rage or something else, suddenly sprang to her feet and leaped towards Wu Xie. But just as she was halfway there, a dark shadow appeared before her, just like the woman before her...

boom...