Liu San and the others were startled. They had never seen the middle aged scholar with such an expression. Liu San's eyes flashed and he rubbed his palms together. He moved a few steps towards Wang Lin and said in a low voice: "Mister, what happened to little brother?
Did he get involved because of us and face a bloody calamity? "
Wang Lin's expression was the same as usual. He calmly looked at the middle aged scholar and didn't say anything. Situ Nan's unhurried voice came into his ears.
"This little child is a bit interesting. His physiognomy technique is quite profound, but for us cultivators, it is a bit like displaying one's slight skill in front of an expert. The Old Man just passed on his memories of killing people and exterminating entire families to him. Hehe, this caused him to be unable to take it."
The middle aged scholar was sweating profusely in just a short amount of time. He looked at Wang Lin with a gaze that was not as calm as before. At this moment, there was a deep sense of reverence. After hearing Liu San's words, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "This … has nothing to do with little brother. Little brother's future cannot be predicted. Wang's physiognomy technique is not good enough, I can't see through … see through." After saying this, he repeatedly bowed with a face full of bitterness.
The scene he saw just now had completely shocked him. That was simply an Asura hell. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Moreover, none of the people there were ordinary people. They could fly in the sky and burrow into the ground. There was nothing they couldn't do. The middle aged scholar had learned the physiognomy technique passed down in his family since he was young. He had seen many things and knew that there were immortals in this world.
Liu San frowned. Just as he was about to say something, a scream suddenly came from afar. A huge human head flew in an arc in the air and was thrown over. After it landed, it rolled a few times and stopped near the bonfire.
Liu San's expression greatly changed. He recognized this person as the bodyguard responsible for patrolling the area. He immediately stood up.
Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fist, and shouted: "Er Gou, I swear I will avenge you!"
At this moment, all of the bodyguards took out their weapons and looked around with a murderous look.
The black-faced burly man stood beside Liu San, his eyes shining as he shouted in a deep voice, "Which hero has come here and doesn't know the rules."
"Keke, keke." A sinister laughter suddenly floated over. Following a series of rustling sounds, dozens of black-clothed men crawled out from the ground around them. They patted the dust off their bodies while coldly looking at the people of the Mighty Escort Agency.
"Mountain Splitting Palm Liu San, hand over the item and we'll leave immediately. Otherwise, none of the people here will remain." A skinny old man slowly walked out from the group of black-clothed people.
Liu San's face was as calm as water. He said in a low voice, "I was wondering who it was. So it's you, Vulture Song Hang."
The old man laughed and said gloomily, "Surnamed Liu, don't lie in front of a real person. Your Mighty Escort Agency is openly delivering the red goods, but secretly, you've brought back a 500-year-old ginseng. Hand it over and you'll be safe. Don't drag everyone into hiding here for mere worldly possessions."
Liu San frowned and looked at the people around him. He thought to himself, "How does this Vulture Song Hang know that I'm hiding the ginseng?
Looks like there's definitely a spy among my companions. "Thinking of this, he suddenly swept his gaze and looked at Wang Lin. He laughed coldly.
He gave the black-faced man a look and walked a few steps forward. He clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Don't say that the Old Man doesn't have this ginseng. Even if he does, with your martial arts, you won't be able to snatch it from my hands."
The black-faced man understood tacitly and quietly walked behind Wang Lin.
Wang Lin frowned. Suddenly, the middle-aged scholar stopped the black-faced man and shouted, "What are you doing? This little brother is not a spy."
The black-faced man was startled and was about to speak.
Right at this moment, Vulture Song Xing laughed out loud and loudly said, "Surnamed Liu, I can't beat you, but today, our Great Elder will personally make a move. You're dead for sure." Finished speaking, he took a few steps back and loudly shouted, "Welcome Great Elder's arrival." Finished speaking, he immediately prostrated on the ground with an extremely respectful demeanor.
Looking at the black-clothed people around him, each and every one of them had a fanatical expression as they prostrated on the ground. Following Song Hang, they loudly said, "Welcome Lord."
A cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Hand over the ginseng or die!"
Just as the voice fell, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the darkness. It carried an intense heat and instantly hit an escort company guard. That guard didn't even have time to scream before he was immediately turned into a pile of charcoal along with the weapon in his hand.
At this moment, everyone in the escort company was dumbfounded. Some of them didn't even hold onto their weapons and they fell to the ground with a clang.
Yang Sen's eyes revealed a look of shock and he involuntarily said, "What … what kind of hidden weapon is this?"
Heat waves continuously spread out from the pile of charcoal. The surrounding guards all had their hair curled up and revealed a burnt appearance.
Liu San also had a face of shock. He lowered his divine sense and took a few steps back. He stared blankly at the pile of charcoal on the ground and couldn't say anything for a long time.
The black-faced man's eyes revealed a look of fear. He said with a trembling voice, "Immortal … Immortal spells?"
Speaking of this black-faced man, when he was young, he had also taken part in the cultivation sect's test. After he was eliminated, he stepped into Jianghu. The memories of his childhood had left a deep impression on him. Now that he saw the fireball technique, he immediately made the connection.
Song Hang had a proud expression and said loudly, "That's right. Our Lord was an immortal. Why aren't you quickly handing over the ginseng?"
All the people in the escort company looked at Liu San with pleading eyes. If it was a mortal, they would still have the courage to fight, but the opponent was an immortal. At this moment, this group of men lost their will to fight.
Liu San's face was bitter. Just as he was about to speak, another three fireballs appeared without a sound and floated motionlessly in the air.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his interest was piqued. From the power of the fireball technique, the person who cast it was definitely no higher than the third layer of Qi Condensation. He rubbed his chin and swept out with his divine sense. Suddenly, he found the person who cast the spell on a large tree not far away.
"Huh?"
Wang Lin was startled. The person who cast the spell was around 20 or 28 years old. His cultivation was at the peak of the second layer of Qi Condensation, and he could break through to the third layer at any time.
This youth's face was gloomy and there were several deep scars on his face. At first glance, he looked quite ferocious. However, the more Wang Lin looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.
The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Old Liu, hand it over. Even if the owner finds out, he won't blame us. The opponent is an immortal. How can we mortals resist?"
Liu San hesitated for a moment, then helplessly and carefully took out a palm sized embroidered box and placed it on the ground.
As soon as the embroidered box landed on the ground, it suddenly floated up. It didn't go to the other party, but instead flew backwards and was caught by Wang Lin.