SHOCK Chapter 38

Zhou Wu flipped over and jumped up, running towards a deserted area.

A surge of baleful energy filled his body, causing his muscles and bones to twist, and he began to strengthen again.

He knew that this was because the guy with the spear was dead, as well as the one lighting the lamp.

He couldn’t even feel the pain in his leg.

Ahead, someone was hacking at him with a knife.

Zhou Wu, still in the air, used his dagger to block the long knife head-on. He twisted his body, abandoned the dagger, and grabbed the opponent’s head, applying a little force.

The man didn’t make a sound before Zhou Wu twisted his neck into a pretzel.

The changes in baleful energy and his muscles and bones made Zhou Wu feel lighter. Like a swallow, he weaved back and forth on the roof ridge, dodging the various hidden weapons that were attacking.

Someone nearby whispered, “Hurry, go that way, this guy is tough!”

Seeing so many people, Zhou Wu grabbed a long knife at random and began to reap lives.

Soon, he arrived at the back wall of the small mansion.

He was just about to leap out of the compound.

Suddenly, a person emerged from below the wall, tall and erect.

He held a bright, gleaming long sword in his hand, his face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see clearly.

Unfortunately, the person simply raised his hand, and the long sword pierced towards Zhou Wu, much faster than him.

In a moment of desperation, Zhou Wu reluctantly withdrew his long knife and blocked with the back of the blade.

With a “clang,” a great force struck, sending Zhou Wu, who was in mid-air, flying back. He flipped in the air and fell into the courtyard.

Before Zhou Wu could steady himself, the tip of the sword was already piercing towards his eyes.

The speed was too damn fast!

Without thinking, he exerted force with his feet, his body retreating rapidly, regardless of direction.

With a loud crash, he smashed through a wooden door and fell into a room.

Zhou Wu turned over and lay still, not daring to linger, because the glowing sword tip was always like a shadow, following closely behind him.

He had encountered an expert.

He didn’t know how much furniture he had smashed, and in the latter half, he even collapsed two walls.

In the end, he couldn’t dodge the long sword’s Kill, and he was stabbed several times on his body, legs, and arms.

Yet he didn’t even have a chance to fight back.

Until he was blocked in front of a solid wall, no longer able to break it down.

The long sword arrived with the wind. Zhou Wu only managed to dodge slightly, and the sword tip pierced through his chest, with only the hilt of the sword remaining outside.

The long sword, along with Zhou Wu and the wall behind him, were pierced straight through.

In a moment of near despair, the baleful energy in Zhou Wu’s body surged, colliding and rushing about.

The person exerted force and tried to pull out the long sword, but was surprised to find that the long sword was caught between the wall and Zhou Wu’s body, unable to be retrieved.

Zhou Wu seized the opportunity to grab the other person’s wrist with both hands.

Who would have thought that the person would punch him in the stomach, and he immediately saw black, almost fainting.

The other person abandoned the long sword and retreated, dodging the splattering blood.

Zhou Wu hung weakly on the long sword, his expression listless, his breath growing weaker.

It was over. After suffering so much, he had still failed to grow. After all, he didn’t die unjustly, the gap between him and this person was too great.

Zhou Wu gave up struggling, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, hanging on the wall waiting to die.

After a moment, he did not wait for the slaughter, but was surprised to feel his body recovering, and the strength in his body was rapidly increasing.

His body stilled, and with a single hand, he pulled the long sword from his chest.

He looked up at the other person.

That person had already collapsed to the ground, and his body had stopped struggling. He lay there motionless, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep.

What the hell is going on?

The numbers on Zhou Wu’s forehead were increasing wildly, his muscles and bones were twisting, and his baleful energy was fully restored.

Streams of baleful energy surged and collided along his meridians, making him feel as if he could fly with just a little effort.

His eyes flashed with a faint light, as if the night was no longer so dark.

Zhou Wu adjusted for a long while before finally calming down. He quickly went over to check on the other person’s condition.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark complexion and a flat face, with only a hint of surprise between his brows and eyes.

Zhou Wu observed carefully and discovered a bleeding point in the center of his forehead.

Had his forehead been pierced by something?

Who did it?

Everything around was quiet, and all kinds of noise had disappeared.

This person’s skill was already frighteningly high, so who could have killed him without anyone knowing?

Zhou Wu began to sweat again, cold sweat.

It seemed that his skills were far from enough!

No wonder Dugou Qingping (False) said it was difficult to deal with. He had underestimated it. It wasn’t just difficult, it was basically courting death.

Strangely, the Zhu family’s mansion was completely silent. Those people who were beating gongs and drums to capture the assassin seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Wu raised the long sword in his hand and carefully examined it, even flicking it with his finger.

It was indeed a very good weapon, not only sharp but also tough.

Reluctant to discard it, Zhou Wu decided to use this weapon to complete his mission.

Since he had survived once, why not make another effort.

He glanced at the middle-aged man who seemed to be asleep and reached out to take off a piece of jade he was wearing on his waist.

Zhou Wu got up and walked out of the house through the hole in the wall he had crashed through.

He leaped onto the roof, looked around, identified the direction, and darted away.

There was no one in front of the door, but Zhou Wu could hear faint breathing inside.

The deliberately suppressed breathing indicated that the people inside the house were very nervous.

Zhou Wu reached out and pushed open the door and walked in.

Faint yellow light shone through the carved lattice door.

In front of a huge wooden carved bed stood three people, very quiet.

Zhou Wu raised his long sword and cautiously walked forward until he stopped two meters away from them.

Standing in the front was a young woman with fair skin, slender eyebrows, and large eyes, and a slender figure.

Her bright eyes stared nervously at the long sword in Zhou Wu’s hand, and her snow-white teeth bit very lightly, so that her cheek muscles bulged slightly.

Beside her was also a woman, about forty years old, very wealthy.

Standing in front of the two women was a middle-aged man.

Zhou Wu could tell at a glance that this man was his target.

None of the three people had weapons; they just stood there quietly.

Seeing Zhou Wu stop, after a moment of silence, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

“Why doesn’t this strong man sit down and discuss the conditions?”

Zhou Wu’s senses were now sharp, and he knew that there was no one else in the house, so he relaxed slightly.

“Zhu Zenglian?”

“This old man is indeed Zhu Zenglian.”

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