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"Oh no!"

I still got scammed.

Chen Qian's heart sank. At this moment, he couldn't bother to review which link he had missed.

There are wolves in front, snakes on the side, and tigers behind.

Directly in front of him was a dwarf who had crawled out of human skin, holding two boning knives and grinning maliciously.

On the left is the scholar waving a folding fan and wearing a smiling mask; at this moment, that smile appears so malicious.

To the right rear, the two tadpoles who had previously "left" also tore off their disguises and came out carrying gleaming short axes.

In this dead end where no one can hear their cries for help, death is inevitable.

"Stop struggling."

The scholar closed his folding fan, tapping his palm lightly with the fan ribs, his tone as disdainful as if he were commenting on a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"I overheard you asking that red-faced barbarian what 'warm blood' is? Ha, a little brat who hasn't even scratched the surface of martial arts dares to wander around the City of the Dead with several hundred taels of silver in his pocket?"

He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies: "Hurry up and don't damage that flesh. Although his qi and blood are a bit weak, he can still fetch a few bucks if sold to those corpse refiners."

The dwarf licked the blade, let out a strange cry, and darted out like a cat, aiming straight for Chen Qian's lower body!

At the same time, the two thugs behind him also raised their short axes, blocking Chen Qian's space to dodge left and right.

A life-or-death moment!

Chen Qian did not beg for mercy in fear, as the scholar had expected.

Beneath the mask, those eyes were frighteningly calm, but deep within them lay an even more insane madness.

"Want money? Here, take it all!"

Chen Qian let out a panicked shout.

His right hand suddenly reached into his robes, grabbed a stack of things, and without even looking at them, threw them fiercely at the two thugs blocking the road to his right!

Splash!

Bathed in the crimson candlelight, countless yellow papers fluttered in the air like falling leaves.

"Silver notes! All silver notes!"

Those two burly men were just a mob seeking wealth; seeing the rain of money falling from the sky, they no longer cared about surrounding the group.

Greed is humanity's greatest weakness.

The two hesitated instinctively for a moment, then scrambled to grab the fluttering papers, afraid that the other would snatch them first.

However, in that moment of chaos...

Chen Qian suddenly raised his left hand!

"call!"

A cloud of gray dust was thrown directly at the dwarf rushing towards him!

It was the wood ash he had accumulated in the stove for a long time, mixed with the stove ash.

"Ah! My eyes!"

The dwarf was too close and was attacking from below, so he didn't have time to close his eyes and was completely blinded by the clump of ashes.

The excruciating pain caused him to scream, and he instinctively used the boning knife in his hand to protect his face, instantly thwarting his attack.

It's now!

Chen Qian did not run away, nor did he know any sophisticated martial arts techniques.

He was like a mad dog driven to desperation, gripping the wood-chopping knife tightly with both hands, in the instant before the ashes had even settled.

Following the dwarf's location from memory, he cleaved down with a fierce blow!

puff!

The blow was powerful and heavy, aimed straight at the dwarf's neck!

But the dwarf was, after all, a desperate criminal who had spent years on the edge of a knife. Even with the excruciating pain in his eyes, his instinct for death still made him react.

At the critical moment, he suddenly shrank his neck and twisted his body.

"Sizzle!"

The machete missed its mark and struck the dwarf's shoulder, penetrating three inches into his flesh, causing blood to splatter everywhere!

"Not dead?"

Chen Qian felt a chill run down his spine.

"You're asking for death! You despicable thing!" the scholar on the side roared in anger.

He hadn't expected the sheep to dare to resist, and to resort to such despicable means.

He considered Chen Qian to be a weakling without any sense of humanity and didn't take Chen Qian seriously at all.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger shot towards Chen Qian.

Chen Qian focused all five senses and barely dodged the flying dagger.

But he did not back down at all; instead, it aroused even greater ferocity.

He completely abandoned all rules and rushed forward like a cannonball, disregarding everything else!

Even when the boning knife in the dwarf's hand cut a bloody gash on his thigh, he didn't utter a sound.

Instead, he used this momentum to pin the dwarf down!

With his left hand, he firmly gripped the dwarf's wrist, which was holding the knife, while with his right hand, he held the machete directly across the dwarf's throat, the blade cutting through the skin and drawing blood.

"Don't move!"

Chen Qian, covered in blood and resembling a wounded beast, roared hoarsely, "Anyone who dares to move, I'll chop off their head!"

The scene froze instantly.

The two burly men behind him also grabbed the "silver notes" in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, they immediately cursed, "Damn it! It's yellow paper! Yellow paper for drawing talismans!"

They've been tricked!

The scholar on the left looked at the dwarf pinned down by Chen Qian with a knife to his neck, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Threaten him?

He didn't care at all.

In his eyes, Chen Qian was a piece of trash, and so were everyone else; they were all worthless.

The scholar snorted coldly and flicked his wrist.

Whoosh!

A cold glint shot out from his sleeve, heading straight for Chen Qian's temple!

That was his trump card.

Hidden arrow.

Too close, too fast!

If it were an ordinary person, they would surely be dead at this moment.

But in that instant, Chen Qian's world seemed to slow down.

Night vision detected the faint trail of cold light.

[Audio Recognition] I heard the sound of the sleeve dart being pulled, and the sound of a sliver of wind piercing through the air.

[Observing words and expressions] He had already anticipated the scholar's movement the instant before the scholar raised his hand.

The body's movements and reactions are faster than the brain's!

Chen Qian suddenly lowered his head and tilted it to the side as if he had foreseen the future.

Duh!

The hidden arrow grazed Chen Qian's scalp, taking away a strand of hair, and embedded itself hard in the ground behind him.

"You...dodged it?"

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the scholar's sinister face.

How is that possible?

How could an ordinary person who isn't even warm-blooded possibly dodge his hidden arrow?

"You want me dead?"

Chen Qian slowly raised his head. The fox mask, stained with the dwarf's blood, looked particularly ferocious.

He doesn't tolerate this group of people.

Since the scholar doesn't care about his companion's life, he doesn't need to hold back!

"Ah! Stop, stop!"

The dwarf beneath him let out an extremely piercing scream, a scream of utter terror, as if his flesh were being cut by a dull knife.

Chen Qian ignored his pleas for mercy and pressed the machete down three-tenths of the way without expression!

creak.

That was the harsh sound of a rusty knife blade rubbing against the neck bone.

Blood gushed from the blade, instantly staining half of the dwarf's face red.

He freed his left hand and grabbed the boning knife that had fallen to the side.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his knife back!

This slash was incredibly ruthless, piercing straight through the dwarf's lower leg and pinning him firmly to the muddy ground.

Blood was gushing out!

"Ah! Let him go! Ah! Help me, help me!"

The dwarf's screams were almost distorted, and his whole body convulsed violently like a nailed toad, but he could no longer move.

"Back off!"

Chen Qian suddenly raised his head.

Beneath the blood-stained fox mask, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at the three people in front of him, his voice hoarse like that of a vengeful ghost.

The two burly men hesitated for a moment as they watched this scene.

I thought I was going to bully the weak, but I ended up running into a reckless mad dog.

The scholar no longer had his hidden dagger; though his dagger was sharp, he dared not advance rashly.

He stared intently at Chen Qian, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

He ignored his companion's desperate cries for help, showing not a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

They weren't without other methods, but they all required prior planning. Unlike martial arts practitioners, unorthodox methods couldn't be used to fight at any time.

This kid is too strange; those two moves seem to be beyond the capabilities of ordinary people!

The situation has been temporarily stabilized.

The red mist still enveloped the surroundings, like a closed arena.

Chen Qian knew that this was only temporary, and that if this balance continued, it would eventually collapse.

"Aren't you afraid he'll die?"

Chen Qian, panting heavily, stared at the scholar whose expression was unpredictable.

Suddenly, she loosened one hand and violently ripped open the blood-stained front of her clothes!

"Are you afraid of this?"

Bathed in red light.

On Chen Qian's fair chest, the dark red candle flame mark was emitting a chilling, eerie glow.

Stimulated by this malevolent energy, the mark seemed to come alive, like a cold eye watching everyone present.

"Look closely! What is this!"

"Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid of the Li family?"

Chen Qian's voice was hoarse and wild:

"You want to kill me? Fine!"

"If I die here, the Li family will not forgive you!"

"At that time, every single one of you will be buried with me!"

"Would you dare to bet?"