"Okay! I'll do it!" The man stared at the treasure banknote eagerly and greedily, then with difficulty turned his gaze to the statue of the god beside him.

"Just say goodbye? That's all right?" he asked.

"First bow sincerely, and then there will be a complicated process to go through. I will tell you step by step." Zhang Rongfang said. "If everything goes well, all the sacrifices will be completed and it will be afternoon."

"That's it." The man nodded to express his understanding.

He said that the money could not be so easy to earn. It turned out that there would be trouble waiting for him later.

Thinking this way, he felt a lot more at ease.

After straightening his old clothes, the man walked one meter in front of the statue and knelt down.

Then he cupped his hands, holding the yin and embracing the yang. He bent down and kowtowed.

puff.

One tap.

puff.

Two knocks.

puff.

Three knocks!

Pfft.

In an instant, a glimmer of light flashed past. The golden bead flew out from the hand of the statue and sank into the man's forehead.

The shimmer seemed to be some kind of metal thing, and it was extremely fast, like a bullet.

Even Zhang Rongfang was unable to react.

Only a thin mark flashed past.

He was startled and couldn't help but take a step back.

'what!?'

In surprise, he looked at the man.

"How is it?? Are you... okay?"

The man knelt on the spot, motionless, as if stunned.

The center of his eyebrows, where the faint light had just penetrated, was showing a tiny drop of blood.

The blood spots are too thin, comparable to the tip of a needle, and most people cannot see them without looking closely.

"No...it's okay..." The man suddenly came back to his senses and slowly stood up.

But his body was trembling, and sweat was slowly dripping from his forehead, the sides of his cheeks, and everywhere.

"The money you promised me..." He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"I will definitely give it! Don't worry!!" The moment Zhang Rongfang saw the other person's face, his heart froze.

He involuntarily took a step back, not daring to get too close.

At this time, everything seemed to be normal for the man.

But on his face, neck, hands, and scalp. Wherever there is exposed skin, there are clear linear ridges.

It was like there were many tiny nematodes swimming under his skin.

Sometimes it's raised, sometimes it's normal.

"What the hell!?" Zhang Rongfang's heart was at the highest level of vigilance. His hands couldn't help but hold the wish wheel on his back.

"Money... Where's the money? Where's the money you promised me???" The man stepped forward.

"My wish....money...money money money money money!!!"

The sanity in his eyes was fading, replaced by dullness.

The body movements are completely opposite, they are more relaxed and flexible than before.

He kept getting closer to Zhang Rongfang.

Suddenly he took a step forward.

puff!!

There was a pit on the ground, and the man was like a ferocious beast, fiercely charging towards Zhang Rongfang.

Dang!!

When the two collided, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Even Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the huge force. The wish wheel in his hand couldn't help but tremble. It was obvious that he had just been attacked and had to deal with it in a hurry, so he used too much force.

The gambler man opposite was retracting his hand at this moment. A clear tear on the edge of his palm revealed scarlet flesh and silver metal filaments.

"Money, money, money, money!!" The man, a gambler, rushed towards Zhang Rongfang again madly.

He used all four limbs together and completely used his body as a weapon.

The strange thing is that his hands and feet kept colliding with the wish wheel, but he didn't mean to be sawed off at all.

"God has granted me my wish! I want money! Money! Money!!" The man roared, and his movements became faster and heavier.

Bang!

He had no skills at all, so he was hit hard on the head by Zhang Rongfang's wish wheel, causing him to fall to the ground.

But it was no use, he immediately got up again and rushed towards Zhang Rongfang crazily.

Time and time again, the man seemed to have completely lost his mind in the end. All he could do was get up and rush towards his opponent again and again.

Zhang Rongfang was shocked.

This man's speed and strength at this time are no less than those of a sixth-grade master, and they are still improving.

The key is that this person was an ordinary person from the beginning. He was also a gambler with relatively weak physical fitness.

At this time, he suddenly became a master with a limit-breaking level comparable to that of the sixth grade??

Even if he doesn't know any martial arts moves, his speed and power can crush the fourth level.

This statue... is simply...

when.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated, and the wish wheel he held in his hands trembled violently. He was punched hard on the side by the man and almost escaped.

The opponent's speed and power have become stronger again!??

It was level six just now, now it’s at least level seven! And it’s still improving!

Zhang Rongfang was shocked and angry.

Yuan Lun quickly blocked in front of him. He could only block.

Although the man's moves were very poor and he just swung around randomly, he was not afraid of being slashed at all.

If the wheel hits him, it will only scatter sparks and break some skin. The rest will have no effect.

Suddenly there was another muffled sound.

Bang!!

Zhang Rongfang took two steps back, the look of shock on his face became even stronger.

Eighth grade!!

This man actually...

Before he could recover, the man roared again and waved his hand at him.

This palm was actually faster than the previous one.

Zhang Rongfang immediately did not dare to neglect, raised his right leg, and used the limit-breaking technique to step back and climb the mountain.

One palm and one leg struck each other instantly.

Bang!!!

Zhang Rongfang took a few steps back, his face turned red and his right leg ached slightly.

He was actually injured!?

at this time.

Click.

The man suddenly raised his hands and stood still.

A trace of blood flowed from his eyes, ears and nostrils.

Plop.

The man fell to the ground and made no sound.

There was a slight sizzling sound, as if the dry soil was suddenly nourished by water.

The body of the gambler man slowly shriveled up, as if his skin had lost its support.

Zhang Rongfang stood there, panting, feeling a rusty smell in his throat.

He wiped the bottom of his nostrils and took a look.

is blood.

Valley Spokes

He was actually beaten so hard that he drew blood from his internal injuries!

Glancing at the attribute bar, I saw that the life attribute had temporarily dropped by three points.

‘What is that thing??!’
To be continued...