Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 40: What part of the body is more useful as a “golden hook”?
"Can't wait to die?"

When Huang Fang saw He Songling's actions, the bloodthirsty look in his eyes became even more intense.

Just as his claws were about to grab He Songling's heart, at this critical moment, He Songling turned around and walked back.

The two of them acted just as they had rehearsed, except for a little bit. From Dong Chang's perspective, Huang Fang's hand had even overlapped with He Songling's body, but in the end he didn't even catch the corner of He Songling's clothes, missing it perfectly.

"Boy, you fucking..."

Huang Fang was about to continue cursing when he suddenly saw something in He Songling's hand, which was the blue cloth bundle he had just put on his back. He hurriedly looked under his armpits and found that it was empty. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, "You..."

He Songling ignored him and untied the bundle, revealing a bag full of silver dollars. He Songling picked up the five silver dollars on it and looked at it. They were the five Mexican silver dollars he had paid to Old Song. "So, you were the one who robbed Old Song?"

"It's you!" Huang Fang exclaimed, "You are the one who moved that person away?" The tall man's face changed drastically, and he stepped forward and shouted, "Brother Huang, be careful, this person is weird!"

"I know!" Huang Fang nodded, took two steps back, and formed a horn with the tall man. He stared at He Songling to prevent him from suddenly using any strange means to catch him off guard.

"It's me. You don't know how evil that Englishman is. He asked me for 180 dollars for rescue and said it might not be enough."

But He Songling didn't continue. He stood there, sighed, and stretched out his hand to Huang Fangyi: "Do you have money? Pay for Old Song's medical expenses, and compensate him for lost work, mental damages, nutrition, etc. Three hundred yuan should be enough."

"Nutrition fee? Three hundred yuan?" Huang Fang was shocked by He Songling's move, but he was born in Quanxing, and his subordinates killed countless people, so he was a desperate criminal. He Songling's attitude of not taking him seriously at all aroused his ferocity.

"Let others burn you when you die, little bastard. Go die for me!" Huang Fang was filled with murderous intent and didn't care that He Songling might be a very strong man. He shouted loudly, condensed his Qi in his hands, and pounced towards He Songling like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, crossing his hands in mid-air, as if he wanted to tear him in two alive.

Dong Chang and Xu Xin watched with fear. This was Huang Fang's last resort, and if they were to encounter Huang Fang using this move, they would not survive past the third move.

But in front of He Songling, how could he let Huang Fang, a wretched dwarf, touch him? It was not dirty enough. But with a "hiss", Huang Fang's body stopped strangely.

He Songling didn't even take the initiative to attack. The dwarf was in mid-air and was firmly nailed in the air by the human magnetic field that He Songling had kept on to prevent the Tang Sect's people with illusion disabilities from coming to assassinate him. He was unable to move forward or fall.

"You are turning all directions upside down?" Huang Fang exclaimed in shock: "Who is your relationship with 'Ghost Hand' Wang Yaozu?"

"Hey, stop talking nonsense." He Songling stretched out his hand to stop Huang Fang from talking. "What do you mean by turning the eight directions upside down? I've never heard of it. This is called the immobilization technique. It's what Sun Wukong used to immobilize the seven fairies in the Peach Garden when they were trying to steal peaches. It's nothing like the cheap tricks you Quan Xing monsters use. This is my supernatural power!"

After all, he is a disciple of Sanyi and Lao Zuo. He has an almost pathological pursuit of "being able to reach the sky". He even brags about his ability to reach the sky.

"Bullshit! You are just turning things upside down!" Huang Fang roared, "Besides, the Monkey King had already eaten all the peaches, and after freezing the seven fairies, he ran out of the Peach Garden to steal the imperial wine at the Yaochi banquet. Have you ever read the book?"

"If I say so, it is so. What have you seen?" The stupid college student was at the lowest point in his life in terms of his knowledge reserves. He was actually despised by a bandit. The humiliated He Songling hit Huang Fang on the head with Ruyi Jin and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to pay the money?" "I'll pay your head!" Huang Fang roared, and the khaki Qi covered his body. His hands and feet expanded outward desperately, trying to break He Songling's control.

"Cuckoo..."

There was a grinding sound, and Huang's bones were creaking as he struggled in mid-air. Blood was oozing from his eyes, and he couldn't move at all. The insect floating in mid-air, as if sealed by a transparent gel, was very funny.

"Fuck! So powerful!" Dong Chang and Xu Xin widened their eyes, watching Huang Fang, who was restrained and unable to move so easily, even though the two of them combined were not as strong as the other man. It seemed like they were watching a fantasy story.

"It was originally a matter that could have been solved with 300 yuan, but you didn't listen. Now with your funeral expenses, urn, coffin, cemetery, etc., it will cost 500 yuan. You are ignorant."

He Songling threw down the money in his hand, walked to Huang Fang's side, and said with a smile: "But your nickname is quite interesting. Generally, people who make a living by their good voice are called golden voice; people who make a living by their good skills are called golden fingers. What does your golden hook mean..."

He Songling's gaze followed the current downstream and looked at the lower middle and rear part of Huang Fang's body.

"You...what are you going to do!" Huang Fang's voice was full of horror.

"Hehehehe..." He Songling stretched out his hand, and there was a "click" sound. The bamboo pole with the sign hanging at the door of the inn was broken by an unknown force and flew in.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. If you have the guts, just give me a quick death!" Huang Fang screamed in fear in the air. He tried desperately to escape, but the control of the human magnetic field prevented him from even curling up to protect himself.

"I'm kidding. I'm going to let you have a quick death. Are you worthy of those people I asked you to kill?" He Songling had seen the fake county magistrate and Huang Silang before, and was very familiar with murderous aura. He could tell at a glance that Huang Fang had killed many people. Wang Yaozu only robbed money and did not kill anyone, but the prison guards sentenced him to death with a reprieve. Huang Fang's actions, just based on this one sentence of Old Song, would have to be executed even if the prison guards came.

"Swoosh~"

The hollow bamboo pole pierced the wind, and the sharpened end of it by He Songling rushed into the Huang Fang ditch and rushed straight up. He raised the flag here.

“Pfft… Ugh…”

The golden hook now turned into a groove of flesh. Huang Fang's throat was pierced and a few drops of blood sprayed out. He also froze in mid-air. He twitched weakly twice, but could hardly make a sound. He Songling waved his hand again, and Huang Fang, who was skewered like a roast suckling pig, was rolled upside down and flew out of the gate along with his few drops of blood, and was hung on the sign again.

His life force was already cut off, but the strong vitality of the alien kept him alive for a while, and he could only wait for his death in despair and pain. Perhaps this was the best way to comfort the people he had killed. Most of the Quanxing of this era deserved this crime.

"Then..." He Songling clapped his hands, and suddenly heard a loud shout from behind: "Stop!"

Turning around, he saw the tall Quan Xing holding two steel nails, pressing them against Dong Chang and Xu Xin's throats respectively.

(End of this chapter)