Chapter 1729 The Closed Man
With the advantage, a group of masters from the military and the dark army opened up their firepower. Jiang Cheng saw with his own eyes the body of a man wearing a camouflage vest that strangely collapsed inward, and finally the strange disappeared, but a moment later, not far away, a master from the Night Watch side with big braids and a sinister face suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, He clutched his chest with a face full of pain. His chest bulged strangely, and then exploded with a pop. The next second, the man in the camouflage vest who disappeared from the exposed ribs and flesh crawled out. This scene completely defied physics. It was really staged. The man climbed out of the collapsed body while making a weird recovery. The method was like repeating the collapse process in reverse.
The human-skinned scholar who made fun of Lin Wan'er was now forced into a dead end. Chenran No. 6 targeted him as soon as he came up. However, this human-skinned scholar did have some abilities, relying on his ability to control ten people. Several beautiful skin puppets crawled out from the book basket behind them, and they actually escaped from Chenran's dagger several times. He looked very miserable with scars all over his body.
But his good luck ended here. No. 2, who was the first to deal with his opponent, also joined the battlefield. Without paying attention, No. 2 controlled the rhythm of the human-skinned scholar and raised his sword. Falling down, he cut off one of his feet diagonally.
The human-skin scholar screamed and was carried backwards by two human-skin puppets, "The Candle Holder! Save me quickly!"
But it was too late. The human skin puppet with its broken back was chopped into pieces by Chen Ran's swords. Then he flew out a short sword in his hand and directly nailed the human skin scholar's other good leg to the ground.
Number 2, who landed next to the human-skinned scholar, didn't give him a chance to speak. After breaking his jaw, he roughly put his hand into his mouth and pulled out his tongue alive.
Then he put his hand on the back of the scholar who was half breathing. Following a strange rhythm, the scholar's spine began to twist like a snake, and the twisting became more and more exaggerated, until finally It actually penetrated the skin and came out from the back of the head.
Looking at the string of human scorpions that were still twisting in the hands of No. 2, everyone present was frightened, and the Night Watchman's defense line almost collapsed.
"Okay! Good kill!" No. 8, with a ferocious face, raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly, wishing he could rush up to skin the human-skinned scholar and kill his corpse.
Seeing that the situation was getting better and better, the old man Quanxu couldn't help but frowned, "Encoffiant, grab a tongue for me and bring it back. I want a qualified person."
Jiang Cheng also noticed something was wrong. The people on the opposite side were too stable. He was referring to Bingzhuren Xiuniang and others who were watching the battle from behind. The front camp was about to collapse, but these guys could still sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.
Soon, a corpse with only its upper body left crawled towards them quickly with its hands.
Jiang Cheng recognized this corpse. It was the opponent he had fought against Wu, the master of Nuo opera who cooperated with the monk who broke the precepts.
This man has died under Wu's knife, and is now obviously controlled by the embalmer. The master of Nuo opera crawled all the way to the feet of old man Quanxu, then stretched out his hand to tear off his own neck, and He raised his head high and handed it to the old man with a full beard.
At least so far, Jiang Cheng has not seen the old man Quanxu use his ability to rank 001. This person is definitely not simple.
The robe covering the whole body of the bearded old man moved slightly, and then a withered arm that was much longer than an ordinary human arm stretched out from the middle of the robe, lifted the head and put it back inside the robe.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng noticed that the temperament of the old man Quanxu had changed. His two eyes began to tremble, and finally they turned upward violently, leaving only the terrifying whites in his eyes.
This strange scene did not last long, probably less than half a minute. The old man with a full beard trembled, and something was thrown out from the gap in the middle of the robe. The thing rolled out with a gurgling sound. A few meters away.
The pupils couldn't help but shrink. Jiang Cheng could see clearly. It was actually a wrinkled human head that had been drained of all flesh and blood, and was only as shriveled as a fist.
The head's facial features were distorted, as if it had endured great pain. More importantly, he recognized this head as a master of Nuo opera!
"They really have a conspiracy!" Old Man Quanxu also returned to his original state and opened his eyes suddenly, "Boy Jiang, you have to be more careful. This person's memory is not complete, but the night watchman is targeting you. A big conspiracy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked out from beside the candle-bearing man. This man had white hair and beard. He was wearing a long gown and a jade belt around his waist. He was holding a book of poetry in his hand, and his gestures were extraordinary.
As Jiang Cheng looked over, the old man of poems and books smiled indifferently at Jiang Cheng, and then gently threw the book in his hand towards Jiang Cheng.
The book was long in the wind. It seemed to be erratic, but it was extremely fast. Fortunately, there was a master sitting beside Jiang Cheng. A strong man with an ancient Han sword on his waist jumped up and struck out with a sword. Cut the book in pieces.
But a surprising scene appeared. The severed book was broken into little stars, which disappeared into Jiangcheng's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.
At the same time, Jiang Cheng seemed to have his soul taken away in an instant. He stood there blankly with eyes blank, and did not respond to anyone's call.
No one could react to the sudden change.
"This is that man's ability. He is a chess fanatic and a closed-door player. Now he is in trouble." Old man Quanxu said.
Although he said this, old man Quanxu did not show much concern for Jiangcheng, which made Fatty and the others very dissatisfied, "Don't you claim to have an exhaustive plan? Why didn't you even calculate this? , You are just using us as tools! "The fat man learned part of the story of old man Quanxu from No. 13. His abilities are very weird. Even No. 13 didn't know it clearly. He only knew that this man was very good at planning. 20 years ago, Xia Tan and others were able to severely damage Laohui. There is also the shadow of this person behind the head.
Old Man Quanxu didn't pay attention to the fat man's questioning. Instead, he explained the other person's abilities to everyone, "This man is nicknamed the Closed Man. He became famous very early. He is considered a master of our generation. His ability is related to chess. He is a great person." A true chess fanatic, he has been obsessed with playing chess all his life. Now, Jiang Xiaozi has been dragged into the world of chess. He can only leave if he beats this person there. "
"If he loses, also He will not die, but he will stay there forever, constantly learning chess skills in the sea of books, and becoming a poor chess player, so he is called a closed-door man with three thousand followers. "
< br>Hearing that even if Jiang Cheng loses, he will not die immediately, Fatty is a little relieved. Now the chance of winning the overall situation is with them. After Bingzhuren and the others are dealt with, Boss Lin will definitely try his best to catch this close man. Men Weng, let him release the doctor.
"If you can't let him out, a chess player will be trapped by chess all his life. The closed man is basically a puppet trapped in it. Whether he can come out depends on Jiang Xiaozi's own destiny." Old man Quanxu finished. Then he stopped paying attention to everyone and continued to cast his gaze into the depths of the black mist in the distance. (End of this chapter)