Witch Wind

Chapter 37 Using Myself as Bait (Part )

The small leaders of the Xiongshan Group exclaimed in unison.

One gold bar can make them go crazy and kill more than a dozen people. Two hundred gold bars? They can even sell their own parents to Xing Tianli... Oh, most of them have already sold their parents? Then, their wives, children, and even their own "innocent bodies" can also be sold!
Jiro Kumayama took a deep breath.

He raised his head, smiled with contempt, and shook his head gently: "A piece of gold is only one catty and sixteen taels. Even if it is one hundred pieces, it is only one thousand six hundred taels of gold and more than twenty thousand taels of silver. What can it do?"

"What about a thousand dollars?" Xing Tianli smiled. He took out a thick stack of thousand-dollar bills from Oger and slammed it heavily on the low table. He grabbed a bill and shook it against the light. Then, on the front of the bill, Queen Yingji's bright smile with a little crow's feet and a line of eye-catching numbers came into everyone's sight.

'Boom'!
Several Dongyun girls blushed, their thighs went limp, and they accidentally fell to the ground, and some even let out very subtle moans.

"And this!" Xing Tianli took out the personal promissory note he got from Augustus. He shook the thick stack of promissory notes and pointed out the several hidden watermarks on the promissory notes. "Cash on sight, unlimited amount promissory note from the Royal Bank of England...Have you seen this?"

Jiro Kumayama's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He stared at the banknotes, and the next moment, his eyes turned to the thick book of promissory notes.

He licked his lips and subconsciously pressed his hands to the hilt of the knife at his waist. Some of the small leaders behind him could not wait to draw their swords. Even the seemingly delicate Dongyun girls pulled out their shiny three-inch short knives from nowhere and stared at Xing Tianli fiercely.

Xing Tianli snorted coldly and gently waved the Tongtian Miaozhu in his hand. On the knife rack a few steps behind him, a sword with a cold glow suddenly flew into the air without wind, bringing up a sharp cold light, and passed by Xiongshan Jilang's ear with a "swish".

A thin cut was made on Jiro Kumayama's right ear, and blood spurted out with a hiss.

"Are you looking for death?" Xing Tianli showed off his skills, hoping that this extraordinary method could intimidate the Dongyun people and make the transaction return to the right path - he was unwilling to take action and waste his mana in vain. He was unwilling to resort to force for problems that could be solved with money. After all, the money came cheaply, while his own mana was accumulated with great difficulty!
In the Dharma-Ending Age, if you can save a little, it matters!
Jiro Kumayama suddenly jumped up, the blood on his ears seemed to turn on the switch of all the brutality and savagery in his bones. He leaped up with a roar, pulled out a large sword that was almost as tall as him, swung it with a flash of cold light, and chopped straight at Xing Tianli.

Behind him, a dozen leaders of the Xiongshan Group and several Dongyun girls beside Xing Tianli shouted together, waving their weapons and rushing forward, ready to cut him into pieces with their swords.

"I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon!" Xing Tianli flicked his fingers and cast the three spells of 'Soul Calming Spell', 'Soul Chaos Spell' and 'Soul Controlling Spell' at the same time: "But the bright moon shines on the ditch... You bastards, can't you understand human words and do human things?"

The soul-calming spell suppresses the soul.

The soul-confusing spell confuses the mind.

The soul-controlling spell leaves a mark of loyalty and total submission!
As long as the three spells are successfully cast, Xiongshan Jilang and others will be like livestock that can be slaughtered by Xingtian Li.

As soon as the soul-calming spell was uttered, Jiro Kumayama and others fainted.

As the Soul-Confusing Curse was uttered, blood gushed out of all the people's seven orifices.

As soon as the soul-controlling spell flew out and approached the souls of Xiongshan Jilang and others, Xiongshan Jilang and others' bodies twitched, their faces turned as pale as paper, their blood and energy scattered, and their breath was almost annihilated.

"You are just a bunch of bastards, you are too weak!" Xing Tianli quickly withdrew his hand, and the three spells shattered at the same time. He looked at the people of the Xiongshan Group who fainted and fell to the ground, and shook his head gently.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, the souls of mortals are so weak.

Especially these Dongyun people, their bodies are short, and the corresponding original essence is weaker than that of ordinary people. Their souls are more superficial and weak compared to ordinary people in the East Country.

Xing Tianli had carefully controlled the power of the three spells, but still failed.

"It's definitely not because my methods are too crude!" Xing Tianli muttered to himself, trying to shift the blame.

In the "Original Witch Scripture", all the spells about "soul" and "spirit" seek to achieve the ultimate powerful killing power. These spells are designed to kill people with one blow, causing them to be doomed forever and never be reborn.

All the witchcraft spells exuded an aura of extreme bravery, extreme primitiveness, extreme barbarity, and extreme cruelty, as if a giant god in heaven was swinging a giant axe as big as Mount Tai and using all his strength to chop a giant dragon from the ancient times.

This kind of witchcraft is brutal, cruel, brutal and overbearing. It is easy to kill someone, but if you want to control someone, it depends on whether the soul of the person being attacked is strong enough, whether his ancestors have accumulated virtue, and whether his life is good enough.

If it were a monk's method, controlling someone's soul might require some 'gradual progress' and 'hard work', but the cultivation inheritance that Xing Tianli received in his previous life was the orthodox 'Three Pure Ones', which did not contain these unorthodox methods of controlling souls and manipulating spirits... He could only choose these 'stupid, rough, and brutal' witchcraft spells in the 'Original Witch Scripture'.

He had just blasted out three spells and had been retracting his strength again and again, but in the end, he still almost annihilated the souls of Xiongshan Jilang and others!

It's like using a branding iron that was originally used to brand large animals such as buffaloes and war horses on a caterpillar. No matter how careful and cautious you are, the moment the red-hot iron gets close to it, the caterpillar will be burnt.

"What a hassle." Xing Tianli muttered in a low voice: "I took out real gold and silver because I really wanted to do a good deal with you. But you insisted on not accepting my toast and drinking the forfeit wine. My magic power was not easy to come by, and it was all exchanged for real gold and silver!"

"Tsk!"

Xing Tianli suddenly thought of something. He shook his head and said with emotion, "Joms, he is really lucky. After being tossed around by the Taoist, he is still intact? Well, he is much bigger than these Dongyun people, his original essence is abundant, and his soul is also stronger than theirs."

Xing Tianli's eyes wandered for a while, and he looked towards the direction of the International Concession thoughtfully.

Perhaps, as an official of Yingjishi, Jomus had also received certain benefits from the forces represented by Augustus? This made his soul stronger than that of ordinary people, so he could withstand the torture of Xing Tianli?
Shaking his head, Xing Tianli grabbed a cold sword with his backhand, and the bronze light swirled in his palm, and the sword quickly became invisible. Strands of primordial Qi were extracted, and after Xing Tianli refined it, he turned the impurities extracted from the cauldron into a mixed heat flow, divided it into more than a dozen strands, and injected them into the bodies of these Dongyun people.

Jiro Xiongshan and the others felt their whole bodies burning, and they began to sweat profusely. They woke up one after another, and sat up straight with puzzled looks on their faces.

This sword was extremely murderous, with at least dozens of lives attached to it. Even in the Dharma Ending Age, this sword still condensed a trace of extremely fierce evil spirit. Xing Tianli dissolved the sword, and the primordial Qi that was traced back belonged to himself, while the other evil spirits, evil spirits, and various mixed spirits were all injected into the bodies of Xiongshan Jilang and others.

Look at Jiro Kumayama and the others, their faces are rosy at the moment, and there is heat rising from their heads, as if they are full of energy.

In fact, that trace of evil spirit and murderous energy has already attacked their vitality and essence. Within half a month, they will gradually become seriously ill, and within a month at most, they will die of exhaustion.

During this half month, because of the stimulation of this external breath, their lives will be extremely brilliant like "fire burning oil", and both their physical fitness and energy will reach a certain extreme.

Although Xiong Shanjilang and the others who had awakened were not controlled by the "Soul Control Curse", their souls all remembered the great horror that had almost scared them to death. At this moment, Xing Tianli, who was sitting quietly in front of them, seemed to them to be as high and mighty as the gods in the legend, and could not be offended.

Just like a wild dog that had been beaten eighteen times by a tamer, the fierceness and ferocity of Xiongshan Jilang and others disappeared. They wiped the blood off their faces and knelt respectfully in front of Xing Tianli.

"Your Highness, please forgive our humble disrespect just now." Xiongshan Jiro knelt on the ground, touching his forehead to the ground, and performed the highest standard of apology etiquette of the Dongyun people to Xing Tianli.

Xing Tianli put the promissory note and banknotes back into his sleeves and threw four gold bars in front of Xiongshan Jilang.

"I have something that I need enough people who are willing to work hard to do." Xing Tianli pointed to the four gold bars and said, "This is considered a deposit. When the job is done, I will give you a satisfactory reward." "Now, start preparing!" Xing Tianli said coldly, "You should know that I have enough means to take away your lives easily!"

Jiro Xiongshan looked at the gold bars in front of him and kowtowed repeatedly with joy.

He and a dozen other small leaders of the Xiongshan Group knocked their heads together and promised in unison: "We are willing to die for His Highness!"

Xing Tianli curled his lips.

These Dongyun people are too boastful. When dealing with the important figures that they respect the most, they always call them "Mr. So-and-so". How hypocritical!
In this way, for three consecutive days, Xing Tianli stayed in "Shechuan Village".

Tom and Jerry followed Xing Tianli's instructions and ran around Pinghai City, delivering messages and communication channels for him.

Three days later, late at night.

The river, the tributaries, the river bay with dense trees. A tugboat towed several river cargo ships slowly towards them with the sound of the motor. Several Dongyun people stood in the grass on the shore, vigorously shaking the dim sheep-horn lanterns.

The tugboat slowly approached the shore. A man wearing a black and white ghost mask stood up from under the tarpaulin on the bow and waved his hand gently: "Are you the boss Xiong Da's people? The things are all on the boat. Do you have enough manpower?"

On the shore, in the bushes, countless branches and leaves were shaking, and more than 500 Dongyun people, covered with weeds and branches, rushed out like a group of wild monkeys. Without saying a word, they lined up in an orderly team, walked onto the cargo ship along the planks lowered from the cargo ship, and carried down the heavy wooden boxes one by one.

The people of Dongyun moved wooden boxes into the woods like a stream of water.

In the sparse woods, Jiro Kumayama, with a group of leaders and thousands of ronin from the Kumayama group, was sitting quietly with a katana in hand. Seeing the wooden boxes being carried in, Jiro Kumayama hurriedly grabbed a wooden box and opened the lid with the handle of his knife.

The pungent smell of gun oil hit him in the face, and after pushing aside the straw on the wooden box, a number of brand new rifles shining with cold metallic light appeared underneath. Xiongshan Jiro grinned, grabbed a long rifle with a laugh, and pulled the bolt with a "clack". Taking advantage of the moonlight, he could clearly see the inscription on the gun.

The inscriptions are very clear, these guns are all "Falus" products!

'The Republic of Farus' is one of the most powerful countries among the hundred countries in the Far West. It was originally the Kingdom of Farus. In the war that swept the West thirty years ago, the people of Farus lost the war but won their freedom - the people of Farus rose up, chopped off the heads of the king and all the royal relatives, overthrew the monarchy, and established a parliamentary republic!
Although the national system has changed, the artistic spirit in the bones of the Falu people remains romantic.

Although the guns in these wooden boxes are all mass-produced killing weapons, they are all embossed with extremely exquisite rose patterns. On the cherry wood stocks of these guns, there are even designer signatures in cursive script - on the stocks of each gun, there is the handwritten signature of the designer of this gun!

Jiro Kumayama grabbed a handful of Falushi bullets and exclaimed in unison with several big bosses around him: "Wow, what a romantic race! They even carved patterns on the bullet heads."

A group of Dongyun people looked at each other, with a thousand dirty words brewing in their hearts.

There were 10,000 new Falrus-made ten-round magazine-type striker rifles, 100 other air-cooled light machine guns, and 20 water-cooled heavy machine guns. In addition to these firearms, there were also a large number of grenades and military explosives.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind to us." Kumayama Jiro tightly grasped a grenade with a carved shell, and murmured to his men with tears in his eyes: "With such powerful weapons, our Kumayama Group will unify 'Shechuan Village'. This is a matter of course... In the entire International Concession, no, in the entire Jiangdong Province, our Kumayama Group will also become the most powerful gang!"

Xing Tianli stood aside, looking at these weapons, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

The Aimi people and the Yingji people are really reckless in their efforts to deal with the Holy Mother Church... If these arms fall into the hands of the Dongyun people, it will be enough to fight a war.

However, when Xing Tianli saw these Dongyun people who were almost as tall as the rifles, and saw Jiro Kumayama who was arrogant and carrying a heavy machine gun with some difficulty, posing as a brave and fearless general in front of many of his men, he curled his lips. Well, how serious could the consequences be?

The next morning, in the northern part of the International Concession.

After three consecutive days of failing to find Xing Tianli, the open search by the police station controlled by the Kingdom of Saint Norman has been suspended, and the market in the International Concession has returned to calm.

But behind the scenes, there are still undercurrents.

The detectives of the police station and the officials of the Consulate General of the Kingdom of Saint Norman all sent notices to the underground forces in the International Concession. Whether it was the gangs established by the natives of the East Country or the bad elements among the overseas Chinese of the Four Regions, including the large number of organizations established by the Dongyun people, all received a huge reward.

The purple Taoist robe turned into an ordinary green gown. His original Taoist hair bun was loosened and tied into a big ponytail at the back of his head. A strand of long hair hung down on each side of his cheek. He put on a pair of light-colored sunglasses with silver wire frames on his face. Holding a small suitcase in his left hand and pointing at the Tongtian Miaozhu with his right hand, Xing Tianli walked out of a secluded alley and headed north along the street with sycamore trees on both sides.

This is the northernmost edge of the International Concession. If we go further, we will leave the concession area defined by the "International Concession Regulations" and step onto the territory under the jurisdiction of the Dayu Dynasty.

Several tall, strong but ragged men with pale faces were squatting at the street corner. Five or six of them took turns carefully smoking an inferior cigarette. Each of them only took a small puff, and then reluctantly passed the cigarette to the next guy amid the urging and scolding of their companions.

There were a large number of foreign expatriates in the International Concessions, but only a very small number of officials and businessmen were doing well and were the real upper class. The vast majority of other expatriates were from the bottom of society who had "no food or clothing" and "no matter how badly they broke their bodies" and ran to the East, the legendary land of gold and silver, to seek opportunities and pursue wealth.

These people, to put it nicely, are 'adventurers'.

To put it bluntly, they are simply "hooligan", "rogue", "gangster", "scoundrel", "thug", "bandit", "bandit"...most of them are probably just such bastards.

These guys in front of me, who are so poor that they can't even afford a cigarette, are from the Republic of Faro, which is famous for its artistic atmosphere and aristocratic style. At this moment, there is not a trace of artistic temperament in them. They are tired and haggard, and their red eyes reveal a turbid and cruel look, like a group of hungry wild dogs, patrolling for prey.

When they suddenly saw Xing Tianli, and especially the thin bamboo in his hand, several Falu officials became excited.

They looked at each other, and two middle-aged men jumped up, took out revolvers with almost all the paint peeling off and the triggers almost rusted, and waved them at Xing Tianli.

I don’t know how many years they have been in Pinghai City. These guys can’t even speak the official language of the Dayu Dynasty. “Hey, sir, please tell us, your name... Li... Li?”

Xing Tianli glanced at these men, took out a grenade decorated with exquisite patterns from his sleeve, pulled the rope, and threw the grenade out with white smoke.

These unfortunate Falu people, they had just squatted on the roadside for too long, their legs were already numb, and they had not eaten or drunk for a long time, so they were already sore all over. When they saw the grenade flying at them, they wanted to run away, but as soon as they moved their legs, they fell to the ground with a cry.

'boom'!
The explosion broke the tranquility of the International Concession, and urgent police whistles were heard from all directions and in the streets and alleys.

The next moment, at the intersection of the nearest main road, several Saint Norman men wearing dark uniforms and with resolute faces strode out. When they saw Xing Tianli, they immediately shouted with joy.

Then the sirens sounded more urgent and louder.

Xing Tianli dropped the small suitcase in his hand with a bang, and a pile of small-denomination banknotes, a few small gold bars, a few strings of pearls, agates and other valuables were scattered all over the floor.

He pulled a pistol from his sleeve and fired several shots at the Saint Normans who were running towards him.

The St. Normans dodged hastily, and someone shouted - 'Catch him alive!'
So, Xing Tianli headed north with great confidence, while pulling out his gun and firing wildly, and from time to time he pulled out a grenade, blowing up the nearby pursuers!
(End of this chapter)