The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

The three men reached out and took the wooden sticks, nodding and saying, "Yes!"

The three then left the office.

Wang Wen looked at Zhou Ming, smiled, put his arm around Zhou Ming's shoulder, and said, "Don't be nervous. Just hide behind me and I'll make sure you can use your skills without worry."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Wen." Zhou Ming was a little uncomfortable with the other party's enthusiasm.

As they were talking, the three of them arrived at the Special Service Department. Zhou Ming watched as his two older brothers went directly to the head of the action team and asked for seven or eight men.

After wandering around outside for a while, I headed straight for Feng Qingming's small dock.

"Zhou Ming, don't hesitate when the time comes. If you see anyone who looks like they're about to draw their gun or try to run away, just strike," Wang Wen instructed before getting out of the car.

Zhou Ming nodded, got out of the car and followed behind. All the members of the action team drew their guns and waited for orders from their three superiors.

Several slovenly Green Gang members at the entrance of the small dock saw this group of menacing people and quickly gathered together, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Who are you people? What do you do?" A tall, burly man with short hair and a domineering look stepped forward and shouted.

"The detective team is investigating a case, so all of you stay put." Wang Wen said fiercely, pulling out his gun and firing a shot at the burly man's feet.

"boom!"

The dust that had accumulated around his feet made the burly man break out in a cold sweat, and he immediately stopped what he was doing.

The best way to deal with a vicious person is to be even more vicious and wicked than them.

This shot silenced everyone, because it conveyed a message: the other side really would shoot you dead.

In their view, no one's marksmanship could be so accurate as to hit you right at your feet, so that shot was aimed at breaking the strong man's leg.

They'd never seen such a ruthless detective team before, daring to kick someone's leg right away, so they naturally became obedient.

Zhou Ming held his gun at his waist and followed Wang Wen and Wang Wu, watching them take control of the entire dock.

At this moment, a man with a mustache and a somewhat cunning appearance came out with two burly men.

"Oh, sir, sir, what's the mistake? Our leader is..."

Before the man with the mustache could even finish speaking, Wang Wen pointed his gun at the man's head.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm from the Special Service. Hand over all the inventory records honestly. I suspect you're smuggling weapons," Wang Wen said arrogantly.

The reason I mentioned the detective team at the beginning is because these Green Gang members are not afraid of the detective team. They all have connections behind them, and even if something is seized, they can get it back with a phone call. There is no need to fight to the death.

Upon hearing that it was from the Special Service, the leader with the mustache felt a chill in his heart. Relations with them were not easy to manage, and even if they were to return, it would be a huge financial loss.

Wang Wu, standing to the side, held a pistol in each hand in front of his chest, aiming it at the two burly men behind the two men with mustaches.

Zhou Ming watched the two burly men warily from the side, when he suddenly saw one of them try to put his hands behind his back.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his left palm, condensed a ball of flame, and threw it directly over.

The ball of fire was extremely fast and struck the burly man.

The flames exploded suddenly, like a hand grenade.

"boom!"

The burly man had half his body blown apart by the explosion and died instantly.

The explosive force threw the other two people directly to the ground, leaving them in a very disheveled state.

Fortunately, this was not a hand grenade, so there were no shrapnel fragments. The main force of the explosion came from the flames, not the impact.

Although the man with the mustache and another burly man were badly injured, they were not killed outright by the explosion.

"Damn, that's pretty powerful, almost like a hand grenade," Wang Wen said exaggeratedly, patting the dust off his clothes.

"Heroes, three heroes, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" The man with the mustache, lying on the ground in pain, said hastily.

Wang Wen stepped forward, grabbed the shoulder of the man with the mustache, and pulled him to his feet, saying, "Lead the way."

Soon, a stack of lists was found in the office next door.

With the key in hand, they opened the warehouse directly.

"Feng Qingming should have received the news by now. We need to speed things up," Wang Wu said to the two men, dividing the list into three parts.

Zhou Ming and Wang Wen nodded, took the order, and each started searching in a different direction.

Reaching the box, Zhou Ming gripped the edge and began to circulate his internal energy slightly.

"Crack!"

The box was forcibly pried open, revealing the opium inside.

Frowning, Zhou Ming inspected the entire warehouse before looking up at it.

"We're not going to be able to find it this way in time; we need to find another method."

Suddenly, a flame appeared in his eyes; upon closer inspection, it was a crystal-clear spirit lamp.

Inspiration was amplified to the extreme, and a unique visual and sensory experience spread throughout the warehouse.

Three streams of light appeared in the dimness, like smoke and fire, drifting within it.

"I found it!" Zhou Ming suddenly said.

Wang Wenwang turned around, looking surprised.

Chapter 6 [Blood Demon Curse]

But after seeing what Zhou Ming saw, the three of them were immediately intrigued.

"Where is it?" Wang Wu asked.

"Left corner, here, and there," Zhou Ming pointed in three directions.

“One for each of us,” Wang Wen said decisively.

The three immediately rushed toward a target. Zhou Ming arrived at the leftmost target box, reached out and pulled it open, revealing a statue surrounded by weeds inside.

The statue is strange; it's black and red all over, resembling both ceramic and wood, and you can't tell what material it is.

With its enormous fangs, twisted face, and winged elements and claws, it doesn't look human.

He reached out to take the statue out, but the moment he touched it, Zhou Ming suddenly felt his entire arm go cold.

In that instant, a raging fire broke out in the seminal vesicle of the lower dantian.

The flame in the lamp of essence instantly burned through, incinerating the cold Qi.

Only then did his hands warm up, and then he discovered that the blood and qi in his arms were depleted, as the qi was devouring his blood and qi.

"What an eerie thing!" Zhou Ming stared at the monster statue, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the flame of the Essence Lamp had burned back into the statue, emanating a cold feeling—an extremely chilling and bloody aura.

Like cold water thrown into a pot of oil, the statue's energy immediately began to boil.

"Crack!"

A slight cracking sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the statue's face.

A crimson light flashed by, and before Zhou Ming could react, he was stunned.

A flood of information rushed into my mind.

Blood Demon Curse

A primal, bloody, and extremely cruel powerful legacy emerged in his mind.

"Break the wooden stick, now!" Wang Wu's voice suddenly rang out from the other side, sounding very impatient.

Zhou Ming woke up with a start and quickly took out a wooden skewer and broke it in two.

"Crack!"

A wisp of Qi disappeared from the wooden stick that had broken in two.

"What's wrong? This is the first time I've seen you so agitated." Wang Wen came out carrying a broken bronze object.

It was shrouded in faint Qi, suggesting it was a magical artifact, but after so many years, it had lost its power and was now just a faint trace of Qi.

Zhou Ming walked out carrying the statue, his gaze fixed on the karate king, Wang Wu.

"Don't ask too many questions. It's a troublesome matter. If it's not handled properly, it could lead to serious trouble." Wang Wu shook his head with a livid face. He didn't expect that idiot Feng Qingming would be so bold as to steal the fundamental inheritance of such a prestigious sect.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of gunshots rang out.

Six or seven agents retreated directly into the warehouse. One of them, looking disheveled, shouted, "Sir, that bastard Feng Qingming fired a shot. They're clearly trying to kill us to silence us."

"Go and guard the doors on both sides. Just keep shooting and don't worry about anything else," Wang Wen said with a grim face.

"Yes!" The special agent breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dodged to the sides.

"Zhou Ming, don't be afraid later. With the two of us here, no one can hurt you. Just blow up those sons of bitches."

As Wang Wen spoke, a dark blue aura emanated from his body, and a grain of specially refined iron sand emerged from his inner pocket.

It mixed with Qi and spread throughout his body, then condensed into a special set of armor.

The Thirteen Protectors Underworld Armor is Wang Wen's family's signature skill, originating from his father's master's lineage.

It is a powerful and complex external martial arts technique that integrates various inheritances of external martial arts, weapon crafting, and material transformation.

Unfortunately, his entire family was wiped out by cannons during the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion. Only his father, the core inheritor, survived, but he was injured and his cultivation path was severed.

Now it has been passed on to him.

Suddenly, the sound of a horse neighing rang out.

Zhou Ming turned his head and saw Wang Wu sitting on a horse made of Qi, named the Jade Lion of the Night.

A burst of white light appeared and enveloped Zhou Ming.

“Zhou Ming, this white light will protect you. You can unleash your flames to your heart’s content.” Wang Wu’s voice changed slightly.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, holding the pistol in his right hand and grabbing hard with his left. A lotus lamp formed from Qi appeared, with flames burning fiercely on it.

Bring it to your lips and blow hard.

The spirit pearl merged directly, forming a massive fire eagle. Sparks fell, turning into fiery snakes.