Chapter 0015: Mr. Chen and Brother Sharp 1

Squeaking and creaking, two people in black pushed a wooden cart not far away and were inspected by the city guards. In the car, two dead bodies lay on their backs. It seems that you have to push it outside the city and find a remote place to bury it.

Suddenly, the gossip-loving masses surged up like flies smelling cow excrement, pointing at the body and talking about it.

"It's a pity for the boy of the Chen family to know that his father is very rich..." Well, the person who said this is a little well informed.

"Cut, if you don't have money, how can you afford to spend drunken dragon ointment... But the family property has been destroyed by him. I heard that his father was almost angry with him and kicked him out of the house..." OK, the news has been verified and is the latest.

"Your news is lagging behind. Look, that is the waste of the Cheng family. His father's reputation, hey..." The sighing guy was obviously whating people's appetite. When there was a sense of murder in the eyes of the people around him, he said in a hurry: "Well, just now, Chen Guanxi and Cheng Guorong couldn't afford to give money, and they were addicted to drugs. Making a scene in the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, two guys who were made a waste by the Drunken Dragon Cream, you know, how can they resist other people's three fists and two feet..."

"As a result, the two of them died!" As soon as the voice said this, another hurried voice immediately answered: "Do you know what moves they used just now and what the whole fighting process was like? I heard that it is shocking, crying ghosts, flying sand and stones... Come on, come to my tea shop, the old man will tell you in detail..." This seems to be selling tea, and he is quite business-minded.

Chen Guanxi and Cheng Guorong? Mr. Chen and Brother Sharp? Did they also travel through time? Haoren was so excited that he hurriedly climbed to the roof of the car.

MD, it's really sharp brother.

The thin body, the melancholy eyes, the sighing nonsense, the handsomely shabby clothes, the messy hair, and a white plaster at the corners of his mouth... Haoren didn't even need to call up the photos stored in his life. He was sure at a glance that this was definitely a sharp brother.

In such a demeanor, who else can there be besides the legendary sharp brother?

However, this addict is a little different from Brother Sharp. He still holds a black and old pig-killing knife made of unknown material in his right hand.

As for another guy, you know, senior drug addicts have cool mummy shapes, and even the parents who gave birth to him and raised him may not recognize him, not to mention Haoren. With a simple glance, he really can't know whether this is Mr. Chen, a world-famous human body artist.

"I want these two bodies." Haoren strongly suppressed his inner excitement, his face remained unchanged, and said calmly.

The voice of papaya sounded again: "But although the people who followed us a few days ago did not appear today, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be replaced. At present, I'm only 90% sure that no one is following us today.

Haoren looked at the two bodies carefully and used the first aid techniques and the essence of life on the earth. He was ten times sure to save the two.

"Then follow first and observe carefully whether there is anyone following us, but in any case, I must get these two bodies, and I can't let others know." Haoren's tone is very resolute and non-negotiable.

"Yes, my young master." Papaya is also used to Haoren's madness. In the past few days, Haoren dragged a lot of strange things back home, and he has long been used to it. In his eyes, the young master is a playful little boy and cannot be speculated by common sense.

There is a mass grave thousands of meters away from the city gate. Two people in black had just walked into the mass grave. With a cold and gloomy wind, a papaya-like guy jumped out in the ghost crying and wolf howling. The guy's head was bleeding, and from time to time there were worms with teeth and claws in the purulent blood on his body...

"Ghost..." The man in black left, crawling and rolling, and under his body, bursts of stench oozed out.

"Is this your body? No wonder I have to dare to see people." Seeing the two people in black go far away, Haoren's figure appeared on the grave and smiled maliciously.

hum... After the cold hum, the papy gourd disappeared in place.

As soon as Hao's hand touched the body, the body disappeared out of thin air and entered the Xumi space. Just like when he came, he was wrapped in a blue light transformed by papaya and returned to stop in the carriage not far from the mass grave. Of course, in the eyes of papaya, the body is a storage ring in the hand of Haoren. Storage rings cannot collect living and conscious objects, but only dead objects. This is common sense.

Lying down in the carriage, Haoren immediately entered the Xumi space in a state of soul. After transforming Xumi's space into a mass grave, he casually waved lightning, constantly splitting on the chests of the two, and then poured a bottle of essence of life. Suddenly, the body's chest fluctuated, and the scars all over the body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The essence of life is a good thing. It is only for me to take. It can't be wasted. Haoren put away the essence of life with great pain and hid it in a secret place in Xumi space. There, Haofuqi has collected nearly ten cubic meters of essence of life over the years. According to Hao Fuqi, the inventory alone is enough for Hao people to take it for a lifetime.

"My lord, this pig-killing knife is a good thing." Hao stick stretched out his finger, and the old pig-killing knife glowed with a blood-red light and buzzed.

Hmm? I thought it was a stall, but I didn't expect it to be a good thing. Haoren also took a curious look at the pig-killing knife. 20cm knife handle, 80cm knife body, 1cm knife back, plus half-finger wide blood groove and sharp blade, is indeed an unquestionable pig-killing weapon. I don't know how long the pig-killing knife has been used. Anyway, it is full of black dirt, and there are no rust spots covered by dirt. In a word, except that it is longer than an ordinary pig-killing knife, it is a pig-killing knife on the stall, and it is a pig-killing knife that no one wants.

Haobang looked at Haoren and looked at the pig-killing knife. His lips were slightly open and he sighed. He stretched out his finger to the handle and flicked it gently, as if the wind blew. The dirt and rust started from the handle of the knife and were blown away inch along the blade. Before long, a simple and unpretentious pig-killing knife appeared, and a wisp of blood red could be faintly seen swimming on the blade.

Seeing the amazing skill again, Haoren's eyelids couldn't help beating violently, and his fragile heart was hit hard. Well, I don't compare with my grandson. This guy is not a human. MD, he is bored in his spare time and plays abuse with skeletons in the endless abys all day long. He has been playing for hundreds of millions of years, and he has only played for five days. How can he compare with him?

Fortunately, life locked him secretly, otherwise it would be a disaster to let him out. No, life has to keep an eye on him. Haoren made a secret decision.

"This pig-killing knife has killed at least 10,000 people." Haobang, who was betrayed by Haoren, smiled and looked like a slap on his face: "And this knife belongs to the top-grade spiritual weapon, and its lethality can increase with the owner's cultivation."

Spiritual weapon? Haoren looked confused.

"Yes, spiritual weapon." Haobang carried his hands on his back. He just wanted to teach Hao people like an exemplary teacher, but he turned into a smile: "The weapon is divided into human weapons and spiritual weapons, which are divided into upper, middle and lower levels respectively. Human weapons, used by mortals; spiritual weapons, used by monks, can only evolve with the improvement of the master's cultivation. Hey..."

Haobang looked at the pig-killing knife with regret: "It's a pity that this butcher's cultivation is too low to fully exert the real power of the knife. Otherwise, my master..." He stretched out his hand and scratched his neck: "Kill him. If the knife is gone, you can recognize the Lord again. How about it?"

Pang, a big foot was printed on Haobang's face. Haoren said coldly, "I am a scholar, and I have the demeanor of a scholar. I can't shout and kill all day long... Of course, his words of natural death... hehe"

Hao Bangbang looked at Haoren in the thief's smile speechlessly and floated far away. Although he knows that no matter where he is in Xumi space, he can't avoid Haoren's big feet. But he always feels that it will be much safer to stay away from this shameless guy, at least psychologically.

"Is I dead?" Cheng Guorong moaned and opened his eyes. As soon as he saw the mass grave, he understood what had happened.

"You're not dead yet." In the air, a plain voice sounded, with supreme pressure, which is the pressure that can only be possessed by those who are in high positions all year round.

Cheng Guorong suddenly raised his head.

In the air, a white jade chair is suspended in the void, with a young man in white and a nine-color aura sitting on it.

The nine-color aura is spinning all the time. Every time it rotates, there is a sacred, majestic and holy breath, repairing its fragile tofu-like body that has been eroded by drug addiction for many years. Every time the light shines, he feels a huge anger rising in his body, penetrating into the meridians and bone marrow, tempering his body all the time, making every inch of muscle stronger and more explosive. What particularly surprised him was that even years of drug addiction turned into nothingness in this breath that could purify everything.

Damn drug addiction has ruined my family and lost my life. I was finally free today. How could Cheng Guorong not be ecstatic? He immediately turned over and knelt down, with tears in his eyes, and knelt down to Haoren: "Thank you for your kindness. If there is any dispatch in the future, I, Cheng Guorong, will obey."

What, this is a little brother, and he is the legendary sharp brother?

As the king of the Internet, Haoren still remembers the legendary song describing Sharp Brother in the 21st century online world: Don't be infatuated with Brother, Brother is just a legend. Brother has been walking around the world for too long, and there is a legend. Brother is not stylish, just for life. Brother is never lonely, just because loneliness always accompanies me..." Now, Brother Sharp has become my little brother? It's ridiculous.

Haoren habitually touched his nose and found that this action did not match the demeanor of the immortal. He immediately straightened his body and asked majestically in Chinese instead of the common language of the soulless planet: "Brother Sharp, do you remember me?"

Cheng Guorong was stunned and asked confusedly, "What are you talking about?"

Damn, it's not Brother Sharp's time travel, it's just that he looks like it, a waste of my expression. The magic stick waved his hand gently, sent the pig-killing knife to Cheng Guorong, and said lightly, "From now on, you will change your name to Brother Sharp."

"Thank you for your name." Cheng Guorong, no, Brother Sharp held a new pig-killing knife in his hand and bowed respectfully to the magic stick.

In the distance, Haobang pointed at Hao people and gave a thumbs up. The latter was cheeky and smiled secretly, and his brother's aura really worked well. Wow haha.

Since Haoren has accepted his younger brother, he should know his skills and waved his hand: "Just call me Mr. Hao. From now on, you are my disciple. Get up and don't have to kneel in front of me. Tell me what you can do?"

Mr. Hao... Hao Bangbang threw a contemptuous look from afar and sneered. You can't even handle the weakest skeleton. Do you dare to be a teacher at such a level?