evil tycoon

But the monkey's suggestion was quite tempting.

Lin Gang, at the late stage of Bone Refinement, is not much stronger than Gu Mingqiang.

Find a suitable opportunity.

Sneak attack!

Three blood-winged insects, and blood jade bone-corroding claws.

The problem is not big.

A Black Tiger Gang elite leader would certainly be wealthy, and all the spoils of war would be his.

The monkey owes another five hundred taels.

This alone is already a thousand taels. Even if it's not ten taels a month, or even fifty taels, it would take almost two years.

After ten days, he had almost no money left.

I can't even afford medicine to replenish blood and essence anymore.

In addition, Lin Gang is quite strong, and if he had subordinates, the Bloodwing Insects would be able to improve even more.

It can be done.

"Let's calculate it as five hundred taels."

"Monkey, are you really not planning to leave?"

Han Ping'an asked meaningfully.

The monkey licked its lips and said, "Brother Ping An, you saved my life, I won't lie to you."

"I won't leave unless you kick me out."

"What if we're in a rush?"

"I'll stay, no matter what."

The monkey grinned, then quickly composed itself, sighing, "Although I'm all alone, I don't want to die without anyone to collect my body."

"I'll introduce you to a coffin shop later, with a 20% discount."

Han Ping'an got up and walked out of the counter, saying, "You watch the shop for now, we'll talk when I get back."

Upon hearing this, the monkey's face lit up with joy.

"Leave it to me."

Han Ping'an left the shop and arrived at the nameless slope.

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Ten days have passed since the feng shui pot was placed.

On the sixth day, the first evil shadow had already formed.

In ten days, the shadow inside the jar had grown several inches thicker than its initial size of a thumb.

You can feel all of this.

He was too busy with his cultivation a few days ago to come over.

A few days' delay won't have much of an impact.

Upon arriving at his destination, Han Ping'an dug out the Gathering Evil Jar, which appeared perfectly normal on the surface.

He pressed his palm against the small hole at the top and clearly felt an astonishingly malevolent aura lurking inside.

"Ten days is just right for my current strength."

Han Ping'an nodded secretly.

The intensity of this malevolent aura made his heart pound, but it wasn't outrageous.

Over the past ten days, he has absorbed and refined the power of the Corpse Pearl and the Wolf Fang Pendant, significantly increasing his strength. However, compared to the baleful aura he possessed just six days ago, his strength is now somewhat weaker.

Han Ping'an scanned the surroundings. This unnamed slope area was not small and could be used for a while.

We'll find a new place when the quantity decreases.

Anyway, no matter how tempting the Puma coffin shop was, he wouldn't dare let it go.

There are too many mysterious aspects of the Life Cauldron that cannot be explained.

"Pay it to me."

Han Ping'an gave a low shout, and his palm trembled.

Swish!

The tangible evil spirits within the evil-gathering jar instantly surged into the palm of the hand.

Han Ping'an immediately sat down cross-legged, with a swift movement of his hand, unleashing the power of his jade hand to completely engulf the Yin energy, while simultaneously, Yin energy surged forth from within his body.

Of all his body parts, only his right hand is the strongest and hardest.

Refining it directly here also allows you to temper your right hand in the process.

As all the Yin energy gathered here, the struggling Yin evil was quickly suppressed.

Then came the gradual refining and absorption.

Half an hour later.

Han Ping'an stood up straight, his bones cracking, and his clothes fluttering even without wind.

A sinister aura emanated from his body.

In this environment, anyone who sees him for the first time will definitely not think he's a good person.

Feeling the changes within his body, Han Ping'an nodded in satisfaction.

The improvement brought about by ten days of accumulation is no less than that brought about by ten days of arduous training.

Next time, I can accumulate more and for longer.

Immediately, Han Ping'an buried the evil-gathering jar again, erased the traces, and then his body swayed as he darted into the woods. In his flight, his palms flew, and the evil energy roared like a surging tide.

Swish!

Wow!

The aftershocks spread, startling a large number of pine and cypress leaves and branches off.

A huge rock stands there.

The phantom was as swift as lightning, instantly traversing several meters to arrive before them.

A flurry of palm strikes scattered, followed by a massive hand sweeping down like lightning.

Five fingers like hooks.

puff!

Five deep, bottomless ravines are etched into the surface of the boulder, just a few feet deep.

Its edges are sharp, as if cut by a sword without breaking it in the slightest.

Its interior was completely shattered by the force.

Han Ping'an steadied himself, flicked his sleeve, and a strong wind swept across.

The enormous boulder shattered into pieces with a loud crash.

"With such power, I wonder if bones at the late stage of Bone Refinement can withstand it?"

Han Ping'an smiled and nodded in satisfaction before turning and drifting away.

The monkey was wearing a human skin mask, looking like a middle-aged man with some pockmarks on his face, and would be inconspicuous in a crowd.

Seeing Han Ping'an return, the monkey quickly stood up: "Ping'an, how did it go?"

Han Ping'an was speechless.

This guy is really impatient.

He said calmly, "What's the rush? If we're going to make a move, we need to find out where that guy usually hangs out first, and then wait for an opportunity."

Great.

The monkey was so happy it almost jumped for joy, but when it thought of Lin Gang, a deep resentment and murderous intent flashed in its eyes.

"I know most of the places he frequents, but I was very vigilant a while ago."

"Alright, I'll check things out first."

"Alright."

Han Ping'an nodded slightly.

Immediately, the monkey, sporting a completely unfamiliar face, excitedly ran off.

As soon as the monkey left, Gu Ming came out from behind.

"Did you go check on Lin Gang's situation?"

"Um."

"Ming-ge, you are..." Han Ping'an asked thoughtfully.

Gu Ming said calmly, "One should always be wary of others. I'll keep an eye on things secretly."

"In addition, I also tampered with the two human skin masks I gave him."

Han Ping'an's pupils contracted. It wasn't surprising that Gu Ming had followed, but he hadn't expected that the human skin mask had been tampered with.

"Don't worry, even if his cultivation level is one realm higher, he won't be able to detect it."

"You look after the shop."

Gu Ming smiled and drifted away.

Han Ping'an stared at the doorway and murmured, "Old ginger is spicier."

If the monkey truly wants to stay at the shop and work for them, then everything is fine.

If they really have any disloyal intentions, given the current situation, they might not even know how they died in the end.

Good.

Gu Ming's sudden reliability and thoughtfulness made him feel very safe.

……

Three days later.

At dusk.

A street or alley below the Black Tiger Hall.

Two figures hid in a corner, staring at an unremarkable house not far away.

"Damn it, that bastard Lin Gang actually has a house here, which is just across the street from the Snake Hand Gang's territory."

That's incredibly bold.

The Snake Hand Gang and the Black Tiger Gang clash frequently.

Han Pingan glanced at the monkey but didn't say anything.

Gu Ming secretly followed the monkey for several days and found no unusual behavior from it, which was a good thing.

"Let's wait and see. There's no one special living here. This guy spent the night here last night, so he might not come today," Han Ping'an said in a low voice.

"Um."

The monkey nodded emphatically, its gaze never leaving the yard, its eyes filled with hatred.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.

Until Hai hour (9-11 PM).

Just as Han Ping'an was about to leave, several figures suddenly came into view from the front.

The person in charge was none other than Lin Gang.

"They're here."

The monkey grabbed Han Ping'an, trembling with excitement.

"Let go."

Han Ping'an disdainfully shook off the monkey's hand, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Lin Gang with a deep gaze.

There are five people in total.

Apart from Lin Gang, the other four were all unfamiliar faces.

"Damn it, something's not right."

The monkey suddenly muttered something.

"What's wrong?"

"I recognize the young man on the left following behind Lin Gang. His name is Liu Chen, and he's from the Snake Hand Gang."

"What? Are you sure you saw it clearly?"

"I'm sure, it's the Snake Hand Gang. I saw him before when I was keeping an eye on Li Dahe."

I rely on.

Han Ping'an was completely taken aback. This wasn't right, was it?