Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 301 Who Wants to Kill the Doctor?
The assassin's movements were already sufficiently covert.

His killing intent was also very faint, and he used the wind, rain and thunder as cover, which can be said to be an extreme achievement in both mind and body.

However, when the tip of the steel nail was still a little distance from the clothing on Yanhou's back, the assassin's right arm suddenly stiffened, and half of his body went numb.

A steel needle was already inserted horizontally into his right elbow.

call!
The assassin remained expressionless, suddenly leaning back, his wet trousers making a sharp sound in the air, and raising the tip of his umbrella towards Yan Nian with his left hand.

But when he lifted the umbrella, he discovered that there was another needle stuck in the umbrella handle switch.

The needle tip carried a faint, luminous spiritual power, like water or mist.

Calm your mind and stop the flow of water; when the water stops, your mind will be calm...

Fire-repelling and water-cutting needle!
The needle pierced through the steel and penetrated near the umbrella handle. The effect of the incantation prevented the gunpowder in the umbrella from being ignited.

This is not Chu Tianshu's acupuncture technique, but rather a longevity acupuncture technique.

Both of these hairs, one after the other, are from the Yan Nian (延年) branch.

To be able to live to be over fifty in this cruel wasteland and become a leader admired by thousands.

His abilities as a miracle doctor certainly extend beyond just medical skills.

He had already learned everything recorded in the Ghost Gate Witch Doctor's manual, reaching the pinnacle that the manual could achieve, with no further advancement possible.

In addition, this era has no shortage of various cultivation materials brought by species from the border regions.

If Yan Nian had the time, he could certainly create a new chapter for the Ghost Gate Witch Doctor's manual.

"who are you?"

Yan Nian's body was already half-turned, and the third needle, accompanied by a mesmerizing gaze, struck the assassin's face.

Because the assassin's two methods were countered before they could be fully developed, the entire shop was still unaware of what had happened.

Even Hou Jian and the scarred girl only realized something was wrong when Yan Nian turned his body slightly.

However, just as the two of them looked up at Yan Nian, Chu Tian Shu suddenly stretched out his chopsticks.

when! !

A blinding burst of sparks erupted above the small table.

A bullet, roughly the size of half an adult's finger, flew past Hou Jian's neck and struck Chu Tianshu's chopsticks, which were held together.

Under the violent impact, the metal bullet deformed like mud, spewing out sparks.

Chu Tianshu's stainless steel chopsticks, which had been infused with a great deal of power and were positioned to intercept the trajectory he sensed, were still struck by the bullet and made to vibrate.

It's safe to say that if it weren't for him stopping us...

This bullet will not only hit Yan Nian, but will also pierce the bodies of all the customers in the shop who are facing the same direction.

One shot killed or wounded more than five people!

Such powerful firearms, and such a powerful gunman.

Amidst the raging storm and hundreds of meters away, the precise timing allowed the warhead to strike its target.

A surge of admiration and murderous intent rose in Chu Tianshu's heart!
He had just blocked the bullet with his right hand when his left hand grabbed it twice in quick succession, sending Yan Nian's two chopsticks flying.

Hou Jian felt his hands suddenly go empty. His palms, covered in thick calluses, still felt a slight stinging pain for a moment as the two chopsticks were swiftly pulled away.

The scarred girl sat opposite Chu Tianshu, furthest from him, but she was missing a chopstick in her hand.

Hundreds of meters away, torrential rain poured down on the rooftop of a building.

The drainage pipes couldn't finish draining, causing a layer of shimmering water to accumulate on the entire rooftop.

A tall figure wearing a black raincoat was lying on the edge of the building, holding a sniper rifle.

After the bullet was fired, the shooter could not see where the bullet had gone.

But he immediately saw the spark in the scope, and a "Damn!" thought popped into his head as he tilted his head.

His experience saved lives.

A stainless steel chopstick pierced through the scope, leaving a wound on his ear.

The second stainless steel chopstick arrived, and the gunman raised his left hand.

The man's right hand, which he used to pull the trigger, was unprotected, but his left hand had a wire glove. The moment he raised his palm, the glove was filled with internal force.

But the stainless steel chopsticks suddenly pierced his palm, with most of the chopstick protruding from the back of his hand, and the tip of the chopsticks, about half an inch long, piercing his left eye.

The gunman grunted, rolled over, and slammed his back onto the rooftop floor.

He is very good at enduring pain, but the damage to his eyes meant that this was the only action he could take. He felt dizzy and needed to catch his breath.

This movement caused his entire body to lie flat on the rooftop.

As much as possible, it should be protected by a low concrete cladding at the edge of the rooftop.

The concrete protective layer, though only twenty centimeters high, was quite thick.

Ding ding ding! !

The three chopsticks were driven in in a relay, with the first chopstick finally breaking through the protective layer.

With a thud, the chopsticks pierced the gunman's skull, leaving half of them sticking out.

The blood spread out in the waterlogged rooftop, then quickly faded under the ripples created by the downpour, mixing with the turbid water and flowing into the drainage pipes.

In the small shop under the tin shed.

The guests had all realized that someone was firing in their direction, immediately showcasing the wonderful qualities of wasteland life.

Within a second or two, a large number of people laid down tables to use as cover, while others rolled away and disappeared into the downpour.

There wasn't a single curse or commotion in the entire shop.

The only sounds were his suddenly heavy breathing and the grinding of his teeth as he tried to curse but held back.

The scarred girl raised her arm and handed the last chopstick to Chu Tianshu.

"no need."

Chu Tianshu put down his chopsticks, and the deformed bullet slammed onto the table.

Hou Jian touched his neck and let out a soft "thud".

"Don't be afraid. If it hits you, my chopsticks will block behind you," Chu Tianshu reassured him.

However, if he were to intercept him in that way, Chu Tianshu's posture would be rather awkward, and he might not have enough time to launch a counterattack instantly.

The gunman may have a chance to fire a second or third shot.

At this moment, Yan Nian grabbed the umbrella killer by the collar, his face looking very unpleasant.

The umbrella assassin's knees touched the ground, his whole body limp, and he had already stopped breathing.

The scarred girl immediately recognized that the assassin was poisoned, and asked with lingering fear, "Master, did this assassin have poison hidden in his teeth?"

“If the poison was hidden in his teeth, he would have been intimidated by me and wouldn’t have had time to commit suicide by poisoning himself.”

Yan Nian grabbed the assassin's chin, pried it open, and took a look. His voice was deep and muffled.

"He had the antidote hidden in his teeth. He had taken the poison before entering the shop and used it to stimulate his senses in a short period of time."

"But if the assassination fails, even if the opponent captures him alive on the spot, he will die because he did not take the antidote in time."

Chu Tianshu's expression shifted slightly.

Just to be on the safe side, he used a series of kills on the sniper to prevent him from firing again.

But if the Umbrella Killer is in such a state, then the sniper is probably in a similar situation.

Even if the intention was to capture them alive, by the time they arrived there, they would not be able to keep any alive.

Yan Nian looked out at the heavy rain, his face filled with deep sorrow.

"Why would these suicide squad members, along with such a skilled sniper, team up to assassinate me, the newcomer?"

In this wasteland, killing and cannibalism are commonplace, and sometimes there's no need to ask why.

However, the people who took action against this tough group of people who had just migrated there with thousands of others were of such high caliber.

This is not a common occurrence, and there must be some reason for it.

The sound of wheels speeding through the puddles could be heard on the street.

As the car approached the shop, which looked somewhat like a Cadillac, suddenly slowed down. The wheels came to a stop, but the front of the car still pushed up a crescent-shaped wave of water.

Is Dr. Yan Nian here?

The car door opened, and a young woman with long brown hair, wearing a gold women's suit, stepped out of the driver's seat.

The rain slid naturally away from her side, and her long, flowing hair remained dry for a moment.

Her gaze first swept over the plastic rain shelters erected by the large trucks, and with just a glance, she locked onto Yan Nian's current location.

"Mr. Yannian!"

The woman walked into the shop in a few steps, and once she started moving around, her protective layer of hair, which was supposed to be completely waterproof, became slightly damaged, with the ends getting damp.

But this does not diminish her temperament and sincerity.

"I am Pan Ting from Nanfeng Building. I heard that a new group of people have moved in, and I have been ordered to come and help you settle in as soon as possible."

Yan Nian took the woman's business card and smiled kindly, "So you're Manager Pan."

This person's attitude was very clear; he was there specifically to see Yan Nian. He didn't try to hide it, first emphasizing his importance to Yan Nian before mentioning the matter of settling the newcomers.

Yan Nian didn't mince words and said directly, "We came to Jinling because we want to settle down here and are willing to do something for Jinling."

"I have some medical skills myself, so please don't hesitate to ask Manager Pan for help if you need anything."

Manager Pan's face lit up slightly, and he was about to speak when he noticed the deformed sniper bullet on the table.

"Was Mr. Yannian just attacked?"

Pan Ting quickly determined who the only intact pair of chopsticks on the table belonged to, and glanced at Chu Tianshu with a chilling look in her heart.

"This kind of attack is extraordinary. Mr. Yan Nian has only just arrived. How could he have encountered such a thing?"

Yan Nian said slowly, "I was also curious about this matter. Now it seems that it may be related to why Manager Pan came to see me in such a hurry."

Chu Tianshu suddenly said, "I heard that the section of the defense line we entered the city was built by people from the South Wind side not long after the disaster, and they have been responsible for stationing people there ever since."

"Manager Pan must have rushed over as soon as he received the news from his own people, but... the assassins arrived even faster than you?"

Pan Ting understood and said apologetically, "Please wait a moment, I have something urgent to attend to."

She walked to the side and took out her phone.

"Go to the defensive line at point seventeen and bring everyone under control..."

As she spoke, the other people in the shop finally believed that there would be no more attacks and gradually stood up.

Those with more short tempers were muttering curses under their breath at the person who had fired the gun indiscriminately.

Some people darted around, staring intently at Chu Tianshu, trying to memorize every detail of his appearance.

In the wasteland, what's valuable isn't just goods, but also intelligence on dangerous individuals.

A person who can use chopsticks to stop a sniper.

Information about this person's appearance alone has some value.

Chu Tianshu glanced at the crowd and found that quite a few people were secretly memorizing his appearance, so he didn't bother to pay them any attention.

"I almost forgot to thank you for saving my life."

Yan Nian chuckled softly, "I never expected that the new friend I made today would be such a savior. I don't know how to thank him properly. Come visit me later when you have some free time. Feel free to take whatever I have."

Just then, a person wearing blue overalls came over.

"Dude, this is for you."

The middle-aged man had a thin face, his left eyeball was completely white, and there was a scar on the corner of his mouth, but he spoke very clearly and placed several things that looked like coupons on the table.

"I'm not blind. If you hadn't stopped that shot, I would be dead too."

"Take these vouchers to the butcher shop at No. 71 Shiweitian and find my stall; you can exchange them for meat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain.

Chu Tianshu was somewhat surprised.

Pan Ting looked up and saw the man. A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes: "Food is the most important thing to a person, humph!"

(End of this chapter)