Chapter 4 Simple folk customs
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As soon as he raised the knife with his hand, a huge flow of heat poured into his body.
Maybe it was the sharp edge of the blade, or maybe it was luck. For the first time, Cheng Long looked as experienced as a professional killer. Shapi, who was sleeping soundly, did not feel any pain before he died.
"It's an advantage for you to die so peacefully."
Cheng Long cursed and pulled out the dagger. He noticed a box of tissue paper on the bedside, so he pulled out one and took it into the bathroom.
Don't get me wrong, he didn't suddenly want to get big, but he wanted to use a paper towel to turn the faucet and rinse the blood stains on the blade to avoid leaving fingerprints.
He didn't touch anything during the hour of meditation. As for the possible loss of hair and dandruff, there was no need to worry about it in this day and age.
The whole world will have to wait until after the 21st century for DNA testing to become forensic evidence.
At this stage, the only favorable evidence that can directly prove the murderer is fingerprints, so witness testimony has become a crucial part. If all the witnesses are afraid to identify the murderer and the evidence is not sufficient, even if the police know that someone is a criminal , and can only watch the other party get away with it.
Cheng Long has three storage compartments, one compartment for bloodthirsty beads, one compartment for daggers, and one compartment left free.
Therefore, he only needs to be vigilant enough, put a tissue on when picking up things, or prepare a pair of gloves in advance, so that he will not leave any evidence.
"Gloves are indeed a must-have for punishing evil and eradicating evil, and are a must-have for home and travel. Next time you go to work, be sure to prepare a few pairs..."
Cheng Long pretended to be a new member of the society and assassinated Shapi. It was completely impromptu and Zhou Xiang's plan was not prepared, so it seemed to be hasty.
But this is normal.
After all, it was the first time, so the scrawling was just right.
If he really thinks of everything, then he is not an honest child.
"Although you are a rotten person and you still attract fans, your essence and blood are much better than chickens, ducks and geese..." Cheng Long took out the bloodthirsty beads and stood on top of the corpse.
In the blink of an eye, wisps of blood mist were seen overflowing from Shapi's chest, floating upward, and quickly rushing toward the bloodthirsty beads. Shapi's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The process is extremely scary!
Cheng Long found it difficult to accept it for a while.
Although he had already done experiments with old hens before, chickens are different from people. The former are poultry and food, and the methods of slaughtering and cooking can be used in various ways.
The latter is someone like him.
"I, I am here to eliminate harm for the people. Why should I be afraid of doing good things...I am a demon cultivator!"
Cheng Long murmured shakily, encouraging himself to calm down.
But for a while, he really couldn't calm down.
Fortunately, Shapi was the main spectator and basically slept in the morning. No one would come looking for him if nothing happened, and he had plenty of time to calm down.
After spending a few minutes to calm down his nervous inner state, Cheng Long not only did not rush to leave, but instead sat cross-legged on the ground and started practicing facing Shapi.
It seems that he wants to watch the mummy to practice his courage, so as not to make mistakes in the future.
After all, this kind of thing will never happen just once...
It's about ten o'clock in the morning.
Cheng Long woke up from practice and silently felt the changes in his body, his face gradually filled with joy.
Seeing the refreshed panel information, the mummies on the bed became 'cute'.
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[Host: Cheng Long]
[Realm: Second level of Qi training (15%)]
[Kung Fu: Killing Art (Beginner’s Path)]
[Spell: Seven Star Nailing Soul Technique]
【Magic Weapon: Bloodthirsty Bead】
"I didn't expect that after killing a bad boy, my cultivation would go from the first level of Qi training to the second level of Qi training, and the progress bar would even increase to 15%. This is really wonderful!"
After killing the chicken yesterday, the progress bar of the first level of Qi training rose to 3%. Cheng Long didn't feel anything particularly clear. But now, the feeling is extremely obvious.
He could very clearly sense the energy contained in his dantian, and he could control it freely. He could control this magical energy wherever he wanted it to be.
With a thought, the energy in Dantian appeared on his hands.
Dark, cold, and evil.
At this moment, Cheng Long had an extremely strong intuition, as if he could easily punch through a wooden board or knock away a strong adult with just one swing of his fist.
"Is this demonic energy?"
Cheng Long looked at the traces of black air on his hands. There was no big surprise in his eyes, and there was lingering melancholy between his eyebrows.
From this moment on, he was no longer a mortal, but a complete demonic monk.
His change was not just as simple as the enhancement of his skills, but his physique was also enhanced due to the feedback from the blood-thirsty beads. Even without using magic power, he could still fight one against two, or even one against three or four.
Strength, reaction speed, ability to resist blows, and even recovery ability have been improved in all aspects.
This is just the assassination of one person.
There are countless evildoers like Xiao Sa, Scar, George, etc. waiting to be harvested by him.
No wonder the disadvantages of practicing the Killing Art are so great and the temptation is too strong.
He is so strong that even an honest man like Cheng Long can't help but want to kill more villains to enhance his physique and skills.
"Damn it, you kill one and then want to kill the second one. How evil!"
Shaking his head to drive out the abnormal thoughts from his mind, Cheng Long stood up and looked at Shapi's body, murmuring: "If you do it like this, it will definitely not rot and stink. If you set a fire, it will probably burn at once." …”
Tangled again and again.
Cheng Long finally gave up the idea of setting fire to the corpse. The old tenement building had insufficient fire protection, and if the fire was too big, it would easily affect innocent people.
Anyway, he didn't leave any fingerprints, so he just walked away without worrying about leaving any traces.
Ten minutes later.
Cheng Long walked out of the tenement building of Shapi Residence, walked along the street for a while, then took off the hat on his head and threw it into the trash can on the roadside, and then threw in the tissue in his pocket.
"I didn't expect Shapi to have 80,000 yuan in cash hidden at home. He is indeed a dashing right-hand man and has a lot of savings!"
Cheng Long didn't think of taking the money at first. When he was leaving, he saw the wallet in Shapi's trouser pocket and realized that he could still buy goods after killing people. It was all ill-gotten wealth anyway. Keeping it instead of taking it would only make it cheaper. It is better for others to use it to save themselves.
With this money, I no longer have to stay at my cousin's house without any private space. Although sleeping in bunk beds with my cousin at night seems good, this is not a long-term solution.
What's more, my cousin and aunt are both asleep in the back room. They have to whisper if they want to say anything through the door. What else are they doing? Don't even think about it.
Cheng Long is a pragmatic person. Since he planned to move out, he immediately started looking for a house.
Unknowingly, when I walked near Qisheng Commercial Building, a valuable Mercedes-Benz suddenly came from the corner and stopped not far ahead.
He didn't pay much attention at first, until a middle-aged man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes, holding his stomach, got out of the car and rushed into the public toilet nearby. He stopped just now.
"Mr. Jiang, the leader of Hongxing?"
Cheng Long was just wondering when a strong man with a crew cut wearing short sleeves suddenly opened the taxi door, carrying a big hammer, and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz aggressively.
Immediately afterwards, a man with a gun walked out of the other side of the taxi.
These two people looked like they were going to do something big.
"Silly boy, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and get out of the way!"
Upon seeing this, an old man in a white undershirt quickly grabbed Cheng Long's wrist and dragged him into a shop a few meters away. Looking at this skillful evasive action, he must have practiced it a lot on weekdays.
The proficiency of Hong Kong citizens in dealing with crises is no less than that of Gotham citizens.
(End of chapter)