Chapter 189 Thirty-six thieves? Thirty-two thieves!
The silver moon hangs high.

In a certain town in the south, in the medical hall that inherited the Santong fire needle technique, an old man's scolding voice was heard.

A slender figure made entirely of gray fog was waiting at the corner of the street, with cold and sharp eyes locked onto the building area where the target was located.

About three quarters of an hour later, Sun Renfang, who had been arguing endlessly with his elders, endured the pedantic shouting and scolding, quickened his pace without looking back, rushed out of the door of the pharmacy, and hurriedly disappeared into the night, preparing to keep the appointment early and hide from the spotlight.

After walking along the alley for several hundred meters, suddenly, a foreigner in a black suit appeared in front of him strangely, holding a dark golden dagger, and walked slowly towards him like a butcher slaughtering livestock.

Sun Renfang felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. A terrifying murderous aura filled the entire narrow alley. In just a moment, he knew that the person who came was not a good person.

run!
Almost half a second before he could react, his body, threatened with death, instinctively raised his hand and bent his fingers to shoot out densely packed quenched silver needles.

"Boom!!!"

Weier flashed by with dozens of cold rays like a ghost. His speed was so fast that Sun Renfang could not catch it with his naked eyes. He approached and grabbed his throat with his left hand, then smashed him against the wall.

"Pfft!"

The wall collapsed and Sun Renfang almost suffocated. His vision was blurry and he could clearly feel the broken and dented bricks on his back. Even his spine seemed to be about to break.

"call out--!"

A cold light struck, and the right arm that he was so proud of was cut diagonally at the shoulder bone by Weir's dagger. Blood splattered, and the arm rotated slightly in an arc and left his body forever.

"what!!!"

The shrill wails echoed throughout the streets. Will looked at the arm on the ground with faint ink marks on it without paying too much attention. He took out a snow-white silk scarf with his right hand and nonchalantly wiped the dirty blood off the dagger.

"You you. To me"

Sun Renfang felt like the skin in front of his throat was about to burn, his flesh and blood were rotting inch by inch, and the severe pain in his feedback nerves made it impossible for him to keep his brain calm.

Will turned a deaf ear and left without saying anything extra. Any enemy he touched could only wait to die on the spot without a special antidote.

This was the first hunt.

A few hours later, Liao Tianlin of Jiyun Society was confined in a cell by his commander. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine as he saw the mud walls being permeated with gray-brown mist.

"Who?!"

All of Liao Tianlin's weapons were taken away. He felt something was wrong and was about to shout for help, but his body kept going limp and he had no strength at all.

"Cough cough!!"

The emotion of fear occupied Liao Tianlin's mind, his body temperature soared to 45 degrees, his eyeballs became bloodshot, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

"Who are you anyway?"

In the blurry vision, Liao Tianlin vaguely saw a sickly white face.

"Pfft!"

Will swung his knife and accurately cut the prey's right arm. To his surprise, there were traces of some liquid on the monkey's right wrist, which was consistent with the guys he had hunted before. This might be a good clue.

"what!!!"

Wilton felt annoyed and slit his throat casually, completing the assassination. His body turned into gray mist again and left. The corpse with the head rolling on the ground began to become diseased and rotten.

When the disciple from Jiyun Society who was in charge of guarding arrived, he was shocked by the scene before him and his hands and feet turned cold. The senior brother who was full of energy not long ago was now just a pool of rotten, smelly stain.

"啕——"

The disciple could not bear it any longer, gastric juice suddenly rushed up his throat and he began to vomit uncontrollably.

The next day.

The bodies of Sun Renfang and Liao Tianlin were nowhere to be found, and the news of their deaths disappeared without a trace. Many sect leaders realized that someone was already acting in secret and accelerated the hunt for their own traitors.

Before dusk, Weir successfully intercepted the fleeing Ding Dali. This strong man who practiced horizontal kung fu had a strong physique. A fierce battle was about to break out, but it ended in a moment.

At dusk, Ding Dali was almost powerless. The tendons in his hands and feet were all severed. He could only lie on the ground, gasping for breath like a fish that was deprived of oxygen.

"Tell me, the ink marks on your arm can give you a quick death."

Will said calmly and coldly, his dress was not dusty at all. He could not even muster up any serious interest in facing an opponent of this level. "Bah, foreign devil. Even if you beg me, you will never know!"

Ding Dali was lying in a pool of blood, his life force slipping away. He was on the verge of death, but he didn't care at all.

"It's ok."

Will loosened his right foot that was stepping on the head and said fearlessly:

"I think your wife, children, relatives and friends should know."

The devilish whisper suddenly changed Ding Dali's expression, and he looked like he was struggling in pain.

In a moment of distraction, Will had already walked a dozen feet away, with no sign of stopping.

"Do not!!"

"No!! I'm telling you, come back!!"

Ding Dali pleaded hysterically. He was completely terrified. If this kind of executioner who kills people without blinking an eye broke into the sect, there would be a river of blood.

"Da da da."

Will turned a blind eye and neither quickened nor slowed down his pace. The so-called threat was nothing but a lie. If the monkey behind him disobeyed, he would just hunt the next one.

"Please come back and I'll help you find them!!"

No matter how Ding Dali shouted, Weier continued to move forward. Feeling extremely desperate, the man struggled to crawl out a long trail of blood. With a last breath of energy, he crawled to the front in one breath and said anxiously:

"I told you to stop."

"Mohen is Xiqing of the secret painting, a means of communication. I'll call other people over for you."

Will didn't bother to interrogate him. He looked down at the burly man at his feet indifferently and said, "You only have one chance."

"If you want to play tricks, I will respect your choice; as a price, all the people close to you will cease to exist."

Ding Dali was still in shock, but when he saw Weir standing still, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He gathered his energy at his fingertips, wrote his current location on his wrist, and asked for help from his sworn brothers and sisters.

"Look, I've finished writing."

"They have also received the news. It will take time for them to come. Please don't implicate me."

Ding Dali spoke intermittently, his voice becoming smaller and smaller. Due to excessive blood loss, he could not last more than half a minute before he fainted and died.

Weir didn't expect Mo Hen to have this effect. He was too lazy to continue chasing him, so he just waited here. He didn't even deal with the corpse, leaving it to be exposed to the sun and rain.

Two full days passed, and on the morning of the third day, seven dusty figures arrived. When they saw the horrific corpse being pecked at by a group of crows, they were all furious and their eyes were bloodshot.

“Fifth Brother!!!”

"Damn it! Who did it?!"

"Asshole, I will never let him go."

Of the thirty-six sworn brothers, except for the few who died tragically, there were only seven brothers who came in response to Ding Dali's call for help.

Zhang Xuan from Mohist School, Hao Wencai from Natural School, Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai from Tiangong Hall, Liu Wang from Wulou Vajra, Zhang Gui from Baicao Hall, and Huang Fang from Red Flower Fairy.

This was Weir's new round of prey. The gray fog rolled, and his figure appeared beside the corpse. The crows were frightened and flew away.

"You all came a little late. I'm sorry that your friends didn't wait."

"You actually did it?!"

Everyone was shocked and angry, and extremely alert. The murderer showed up so openly, and there might be an ambush nearby.

"Well, I'll take you to see him now."

Will stared at the seven people with interest. There wasn't much of them, but it was enough for him to kill them. It would be nice to satisfy his desire.

(End of this chapter)