Immortality from plundering luck

Chapter 25: Blood in the Palace, Frightened Birds
Before Situ He could react, he saw that the woman had been held in Shi He's hands.

"Let her go." Situ He said coldly.

Shi He smiled and pressed hard with his fingers. With a crisp sound of "click", the woman's throat was crushed directly.

When he let go of her hand, the woman's body fell limply to the ground, twitching from time to time, her life gradually fading away.

"I'm so sorry." Shi He looked at Situ He and said softly, "I couldn't control my strength for a moment."

After thinking for a while, he looked at Situ He who had a dazed look on his face and said with a smile: "But I just heard you say that although she is your sister-in-law, she is also your mistress?"

"Now that your son and your mistress are dead, the family should be together, right?"

"How about you end it yourself? It would save me the trouble."

His breathing became increasingly rapid. Situ He angrily kicked the carved chair beside him, pulling out the long sword from his waist and slashing at Shi He with each blow.

Shi He remained calm as he performed the Nine Cloud-Stepping Steps. Facing such rapid attacks, he maintained his pace and was able to avoid Situ He's attacks every time.

"Kill my people, kill my Lan'er, die!"

Situ He was like a madman, swinging his sword wildly and continuously slashing at Shi He.

The long sword was no ordinary object. It seemed like a precious sword that was specially customized and polished, taking into account factors such as his stature and arm length.

Moreover, Situ He was obviously good at using swordsmanship. He struck one blow after another, and the connection between each blow was seamless.

Because he was unarmed, he didn't find any chance to counterattack for a while and could only keep dodging.

"Hide, hide! I want to see how long you can hide!"

Situ He failed to hit Shi He with several consecutive strikes, and became more and more angry, and his movements became more fierce.

"Broken Sun Slash!"

Situ He suddenly used all his strength, the long sword in his hand flashed a trace of red, the sword energy was cold, like a crescent moon, and he slashed heavily at Shi He.

"good chance!"

Shi He looked at a loophole, his body moved, and he struck out heavily with a palm print.

"Die!"

Shi He's face was grim. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

boom! ! !
As soon as Shi He's palm power fell, Situ felt a huge force attacking from behind. A black shadow flashed in front of him like lightning and hit him hard on the chest. Suddenly, he was out of control and flew forward.

"Pfft!"

Shi He slapped Situ with his palm, and Situ's face turned extremely pale in an instant. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards and hit the wall. He instantly went limp and slid down the wall.

"Ahem."

Situ He stroked his chest, gasping for breath, and suddenly his vision went dark. He raised his head with difficulty, only to see Shi He approaching him without him noticing.

"Did you enjoy the fight just now?"

Shi He's expression was indifferent, and then he placed his hand silently on his head.

"You can't kill me. Gang rules prohibit internal fighting," Situ He said while struggling with all his might.

There was fear in his eyes. At this moment, he finally felt the end of his life and the threat of death.

"Hehe," Shi He laughed. He suddenly felt that he didn't know whether Situ He was really stupid or he was pinning his hopes on gang rules just to survive.

"Gang rules, what are those?" Shi He looked down at Situ He with interest and said, "You want to take away Changchun Gong and my life, but have you ever thought about the gang rules?"

"Zhou Yuan was sent by you, right? For the sake of Shi's life, you really thought it through carefully. Are you afraid that Yuan Hongri's disciples cannot kill me?" Shi He touched his chin, thinking.

Situ He knew that he was hopeless, and suddenly laughed, blood gushing out of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Shi He: "Yuan Hongri will not forgive you, and that old ape..."

"Yuan Hongri, this is a problem," Shi He suddenly realized, and said, "But after I kill him, I will send you two down to meet him, and that will solve the problem, won't it?"

"So you already had a plan," Situ He said with a miserable smile on his face.

Shi He smiled and said, "It's time for you to get on the road." As soon as he finished speaking, the power in his palm suddenly burst out, directly shattering Situ's consciousness.

"I"

Situ He vomited blood and struggled to say something, but he only uttered one word before Shi He's internal energy broke his nerves. His vision went black and there was no movement.

Shi He stood up and looked at the two bodies on the ground. He couldn't help but sigh: "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, Brother Situ, rest in peace."

He turned around and picked up the long knife that had fallen to the ground.

The Blackwater Gang distributed uniform scimitars to their members. Shi He had seen that knife before. It looked good and had a sharp blade, but its quality was just average. Shi He did not practice swordsmanship, so he simply threw it into the warehouse to collect dust.

However, this long sword is different. Although the blade is silver-white, it glows with a golden glow under the light.

The blade is relatively narrow and thin, but it is quite heavy in the hand and has a very good texture.

Just flick your finger bones and you can hear the crisp sound of the knife.

It would not work without a sword. No matter how good the palm technique is, it is only flesh and blood and cannot compete with weapons. If I have this precious sword in hand, and then find a high-level sword technique, wouldn't it be even more powerful?

Shi He thought secretly and decided to take the knife.

He glanced at Situ He, picked up the scabbard, inserted the long sword into it, and tied it around his waist.

After doing all this, he was in a very happy mood, so he decided to add to his happiness and simply called out the panel.

A bunch of unread reminders on the panel also popped up at this time.

[Zhou Yuan, mortal body realm eighth level, luck level: white, can plunder 130 points of luck, absorbed]

[Situ Lan, sixth level of the mortal body realm, luck level: white, luck that can be plundered: 110 points, absorbed]

[Chen Yuanyuan, a warrior in the mortal body realm, luck level: gray, unable to plunder luck]

[Situ He, a warrior in the Ordinary Body Realm, luck level: white, can plunder 150 points of luck, absorbed]

Looking at the panel, there are a total of 390 points of luck at this time.

Fiddling with the hilt of the knife with his hand, Shi He was a little worried about where to use these 390 points of luck.

According to experience, this amount of luck is not enough to support his advancement to the True Qi Realm. Even if all of it is injected into the Changchun Skill, it can at most make his internal strength more powerful, but it cannot bring about an improvement in quality.

Now, no matter where I inject my martial arts, it will not make much sense unless
Shi He lowered his eyes and looked at the hilt of the knife in his palm, seeming to be thinking about something.

In the darkness, a pair of black and white eyes looked at this place with fear in their eyes.

Jia Wenhe had never expected that he had only come here to discuss something with the princess, but unexpectedly saw such a horrific scene.

The princess was actually killed by the old and frail guy they mentioned.

Even the second wife could not escape the disaster.

He watched with his own eyes as the old devil placed his hands gently on the princess's head. The movement and expression were like he was cracking a walnut.

Then, a "click" sound was heard.

The princess's head was broken alive by the old devil's hand.

The lady's throat was also cut in one stroke.

This is too cruel. Jia Wenhe was so scared that he couldn't help swallowing and felt his crotch was a little wet.

"That old devil seems to be admiring his own masterpiece. What a pervert. But this is a good opportunity. I'll slip away first."

Jia Wenhe thought secretly.

Not daring to breathe, he swings his thighs and slowly moves backwards, one step at a time.

Suddenly, he felt something grabbing his collar. His little heart skipped a beat and seemed to stop beating for a moment.

Then, he was thrown out.

(End of this chapter)