Chapter 72： 72 Under the decision

Chapter 72

Tanyang City at night looks brightly lit, but in fact it is really lively, only the neighborhoods such as wine shops, casinos, brothels, and music halls.

The lights in the rest of the neighborhood were already turned off, and most people went to sleep.

In Tanyang City, we need to find out the information about Basali's residence. The only place is the Black Ten Religion stronghold in the city - Saint Rofa Church.

The Black Ten Religion is a very complex sect. They are different from the Orthodox Cross religions overseas. They believe in not God, but a so-called true God called Shiyetian.

Ten Karma Days represent the ten kinds of sins in life that people will always face.

In the teachings of the Black Ten Sect, only by believing in the Ten Karma Heaven can one find the method of atonement for their sins.

Therefore, many people in the Black Ten Sect have had criminal experiences.

Many of them are even repeat offenders.

The Saint Rofa Church that Zhang Rongfang found was the real headquarters of the Black Ten Sect in Tanyang City.

Night time.

The I-shaped white building of the Church of St. Roffe reflects faint fluorescence in the moonlight.

The towering cross at the top is plated with a layer of real silver, and it is even more silvery at this time.

Outside the church, there are teams of sturdy bearded guards constantly patrolling.

These bearded men are dressed in black, with black turbans, and some hold thick long sticks in their hands, and some wear gloves with hard leather and metal inlaid with empty hands.

In the church from a distance, you can vaguely hear the sound of chanting.

Zhang Rongfang, like a giant python in the dark, slipped quietly from the corner of the shadow.

He ignored the patrolling personnel on the outside, but inserted his five fingers into the wall and used his eagle claw technique to forcefully dig holes in the smooth and hard wall.

Shoo!

He jumped lightly and jumped from the top of the wall to the inside.

After    landed, several guarding hounds suddenly smelled something and barked wildly here.

But not waiting for them to call out a few times, Zhang Rongconveniently took a few flashes, and in the blind spot of the patrolman's perspective, he clinged to the shadow of the side wall of the church.

After waiting for a while, he drilled with one hand at the crack of the door, and the powerful finger force of the Eagle Claws immediately dug a hole directly at the door lock.

The door opened with a click, a figure flashed, and Zhang Rongfang had already walked in.

closed the door with his backhand. He glanced at the wall, where a row of hooded black robes used by believers hung on it.

took off one piece, Zhang Rongfang draped it over his body, took off the kerchief, and walked towards it with his head down.

If Basari remains in the city, then the most likely place for him to live is here.

At least Zhang Rongfang doesn't think that the dead old man is still interested in living in a brothel in Lelou at such an old age.

And even if it’s not here, there might be someone who knows Bassari’s whereabouts.

After entering the door, there is a gray and white corridor with brown patterned carpets and oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Zhang Rongfang walked all the way in, and soon came across a waiter with a silver plate.

The waiter was dark, whiter than blacks, but darker than yellows.

Seeing him coming towards him, this man was also stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have discovered something, and he was about to scream when he opened his mouth.

Just before he could cry out, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

The waiter's throat was cold, and the airflow in the trachea was mixed with blood gushing out.

He fell to the ground weakly in fear, and before the plate and food in his hand landed, Zhang Rongfang took it over.

Picking up a cake made of milk and putting it into his mouth, Zhang Rongfang gently put the plate aside on the ground, shook off the blood on the dagger, and walked inside calmly.

In fact, if the other party yells without opening his mouth, he is not ready to kill.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

Crossed the corridor, a room on the right was hidden, and there were faint voices.

It's just that this voice is not a language that Zhang Rongfang can understand at all, but another internal language of Heishijiao.

Daling has a vast territory, and there are many ethnic groups and countries that have been conquered and integrated. The languages ​​of each ethnic group are also unique, and it is extremely difficult to integrate.

Zhang Rongfang frowned, he hadn't thought of this before he came.

But since we have come, look carefully, you can always find some people who can speak Daling mandarin.

stood in front of the door and listened carefully, he paused. Make sure there are only two people inside.

snorted.

In an instant, he pushed the door, jumped forward, like a ghost, and got behind the curtain of the room.

On the carpet in the room, two strong bearded men were sitting cross-legged.

The two looked sideways in amazement.

There was no one at the door.

One person stood up immediately, muttered a few words, and was about to close the door.

Suddenly he heard a slight hissing sound behind him, and turned his head to look suspiciously.

Too bad he couldn't see anything.

A cold hand covered his eyes.

At the same time, the other hand gently stroked his throat and neck.

"Can you speak Daling Mandarin?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a suppressed voice.

"..Yes..Yes! The hero spares his life!"

"Very good." Zhang Rongfang sighed softly.

Behind him, another bearded man sitting on the carpet, with a broken neck in half, fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

This man just tried to resist, but he was forced to kill him.

There is no way, this guy is not weak, and the speed of a shot is at least Rank 4.

Zhang Rongfang was also helpless. In order to avoid his exposure, he could only kill with ruthless hands.

After a split second, he knew how strong he was.

If he purely counted the number of times he had broken the limit, he was now a master of Rank 7.

Although there is only one superior martial art, that is, the Rejuvenation and Pure Time Talisman of Daoism.

But the increase brought by breaking the limit seven times is far more powerful than the fourth-rank one.

In this real martial arts society where the first rank takes at least three years, the seventh rank represents at least ten years plus eighteen years of hard work.

Those who can practice martial arts for twenty-eight years and reach the seventh rank are absolutely high-level in any power.

Even if the increase in rank is getting weaker and weaker in the future, the battle is actually far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Now, answer my question." Zhang Rong said calmly as he approached the other party's ear.

"Elder Basari, where do you live?"

"Elder Basali Basali lives at No. 10 Silver Sand Room! It's... in this church!" The bearded man trembled and answered quickly.

"Looks like I'm lucky, do you know what he did in the city?" Zhang Rong sighed.

If everything goes well, this time, once and for all, this old man will be completely eliminated.

"I don't know, but I heard that it is to investigate information about Hailong and the Lin family! You also know that our Black Ten Sect is best at information." Beard said quickly.

"Take me there." Zhang Rongfang let go of the other party's eyes.

"Good" click.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the beard's neck was twisted and turned three hundred and sixty degrees.

He froze all over, and immediately fell to his knees, silent.

Zhang Rongfang wiped the dagger on his clothes and left the room.

The man wanted to shout just now, but unfortunately, the muscles in his throat revealed his intention.

In order to prevent exposure, Zhang Rongfang had to kill him.

Leaving the room, he continued inside, and after a while, he met two maids again.

This time, good luck.

After pinching a maid to death, the other was stroking his neck and promised to take him there.

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Basari sat quietly at the desk, supported the glasses on his face, and carefully lowered his head to read a book of teachings and scriptures that he just got.

The author of this scripture work is from overseas, and the language and script used are not the universal Dalingwen, nor the other two languages ​​he masters.

So he can only use the dictionary to translate and read.

After looking at it for about ten minutes, he raised his head.

"Xiao Mo, give me a cup of fine milk tea, it needs to be hot."

"Okay elder, do you want to add sugar?" A response came from outside the door.

"No, I want salt." Basali exhaled a long breath.

"Yes." The footsteps of Xiao Mo's quick departure gradually disappeared on the carpet.

After    instructed, he continued to bury his head and steady his glasses, ready to read.

Dangdangdangdang!

Suddenly there was a rush of gongs outside the window.

Someone shouted, hurriedly saying something in the language of the Husi.

The footsteps of people outside kept passing by, as if they were looking for something.

Bassa's heart was tense, and after listening carefully for a while, the vigilance he had cultivated for a long time immediately took effect.

He stood up, put on his coat, picked up some important papers and silver coins, turned around and walked towards the left wall of the room.

Walking to the wall, he reached out and touched a whale-shaped oil lamp on the wall.

Om.

After a while, a circular arch channel slowly moved away from the wall.

This is a hidden escape to the outside.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked into the passage.

OM, the wall slowly recovered.

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The door was knocked open, and Zhang Rongfang entered suddenly, looking at the slowly closing wall.

In an instant, he and Basari's eyes met at the same time.

Both of them stopped at the same time, one black and one yellow eyeballs.

Three meters away, the cracks in the wall were less than a slap, it was too late.

"You, you're dead!" Basari was shocked, his eyes quickly turned cold.

He never thought that Zhang Ying would dare to come to the door in person.

Although I don't know how this person broke into this place, but now, he can send an alarm from the secret passage, and at that time, hundreds of people around him will come to encircle and suppress it.

And a lot of high-level masters who sit here in the church will also arrive.

Until then, even if Zhang Ying has wings, it will be difficult to fly!

at this time.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, stomping on the ground heavily with the soles of his feet.

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Three steps in a row.

The flesh of his right leg bulged and swelled with blood.

"Step back."

The pupils in his eyes shrank, and Zhang Rongfang's muscles converged to his right leg like flowing water.

"Heavy Mountain!!"

Suddenly, the right leg exploded with a scream, tearing the air and bombarding the wall like a cannonball.

Boom! !

The whole room trembled.

The position where the wall of the mechanism was about to close was kicked out of a huge pit on the spot.

The entire wall was smashed up and tilted like a seesaw, and there was no way to stop it, so it could only be stuck in the same place, and the sound of the gears was constantly heard.

The old Bassari in the passage behind the wall turned pale and stared at this scene in a stunned manner.

Large pieces of gravel rained down his face, neck, and hands, leaving bloodstains.

The wall banged and finally fell to the ground.

At this point, the entrance to the passage is wide open.

Zhang Rongfang entered the passage, and the lightning slashed in Bassa's neck, and then he picked up the unconscious old guy and rushed into the secret passage, and quickly disappeared.

(end of this chapter)