"Silver, give me my silver, give me my silver."

"That's the money I left for Lin'er to get married."

A hoarse voice sounded in his throat, and the old man covered in corpse spots walked slowly with a bamboo pole.

For a moment, Ji Que felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his body became quite stiff.

Seeing the old man approaching, he couldn't help shouting: "Don't come over!"

"Give me my silver," the old woman repeated.

Ji Que was extremely frightened for a moment, but when he thought of the silver, he suddenly became hardened again and retorted: "My silver is mine, what does it have to do with you?"

When the old woman heard this, the corpse spots on her face became more intense. She, who was already very old, quickened her pace and pointed the bamboo pole towards Ji Que's chest.

This stroke is not fast, but it has the flavor of being powerful and heavy.

The old woman seemed to have seen the tragic situation when the young man's ribs were broken.

She knew very well that the young man could not avoid the blow because his body was frozen.

With a click, the bamboo pole hit the boy's chest firmly, but the imagined scene of skin and bones breaking did not appear.

The boy's skin had a silky feel like oil, and the bamboo pole actually slid out diagonally along the skin.

Before the old woman could react, a fist the size of a sandbag roared and hit her.

There was a muffled bang, and the old woman's rickety figure was knocked backwards, her dry face surging like waves, and her nose was sunken.

Without any pause, Ji Que dragged up a bench next to him and threw it at the old man's head.

With a bang, the old man was hit half-kneeling on the ground, and then, the bench was unforgiving and hit him again.

The next moment, the whistling bench stopped in the air. The corpse-spotted old woman held the foot of the bench with one hand, her throat rolled, and she laughed.

Her gray hair was messy, but new black hair grew out of it. Coupled with her face that was dented by a punch, she really looked like an evil ghost.

As a result, her weird laughter stopped abruptly not long after it started.

Because a brick suddenly hit her on the back of the head, it was a hard blow.

The old woman was knocked to the ground. Ji Que turned around and greeted her with punches, kicks and bricks.

"I told you not to blackmail people! I told you not to blackmail people!"

"fraud!"

"Old liar!"

The ground trembled, dust flew up, the old woman was beaten loudly, and the surrounding temperature increased a little.

As a result, the next moment, the old woman's right hand suddenly struck out, as fast as lightning, directly hitting Ji Que's throat.

"ah!"

There was a painful groan, and the old woman's fist hit a pair of scissors, causing black blood to flow out.

At this time, Ji Que's body swayed and he was already at her side. He quickly grabbed her chin with his left hand and pulled her head from the back with his right hand.

The old woman's body was suddenly knocked over like a handful of crops and hit the ground hard, cracking the ground.

She struggled to get up, but Ji Que hit her on the head with his elbow, forcing her to return to her seat.

After that, there was a burst of boxing sounds.

At this moment, Ji Que's fist no longer had the slightest intention of using softness to overcome hardness, or using slowness to beat fastness. It was like a gust of wind and rain, fast and fierce.

In just ten breaths, the old woman's head had been punched hundreds of times.

With a bang, when the last punch landed, the old woman's head had completely sunk into the ground, and her entire face was no longer human-shaped.

Ji Que stood up, shook his hands, and the blood on his fists splashed all over the floor.

At this time, he was sweating slightly, and his clothes stuck to his skin, showing extremely smooth muscle lines, giving him a cheetah-like beauty.

This is what a scholar should be like. After all, there are so many unreasonable people in this world.

Before comprehending "Ji Yi·Tai Chi", Ji Que had already paid great attention to the ability to hit and receive beatings, and now he has climbed several more floors.

Just when he took a breath and prepared to strike again, the old woman's body, whose head had been flattened, suddenly folded and stood up.

The next moment, she turned around and swooped over like a long worm.

Changes occurred suddenly, and Ji Que quickly retreated.

The old woman's body suddenly became flexible and she fell to the ground. With another swing, Ji Que's feet were immediately entangled like ropes.

Ji Que only felt his feet being tripped by a force of force, and his body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground.

The old woman squirmed and quickly dragged Ji Que across the ground, her beaten face showing a weird smile again.

The next moment, her worm-like body suddenly exerted force and hit Ji Que's body heavily against the wall.

As a result, only a soft click was heard, and the wall did not move at all.

Ji Que's whole body seemed to suddenly turn into a piece of drawing paper and stick to the wall.

The old woman's strange face once again had a surprised expression.

What the hell is this!

The next moment, Ji Que, who was originally like a piece of paper, returned to normal. He twisted his feet, causing a powerful rotation.

There was a loud bang, and the wall exploded, leaving a human-shaped hole.

Ji Que, who was originally attached to the wall, returned to the ground, and the old woman was smashed into the wall instead.

The old woman twisted her body and tried to break free from the wall, but Ji Que, with his quick eyes and quick hands, pinched her neck and pulled her back.

Her flexible waist was suddenly folded in half, her head was pulled through her crotch, and she couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

"Ahem!"

Her roar was interrupted immediately because his neck had been pulled up to his thighs by Ji Que and tied in a tight knot.

A look of fear finally appeared on the old woman's face, her head rubbed against the ground, and she sprang out like a snake.

She wants to escape!

Under the closed door, there was a gap three fingers wide. The old woman's body trembled, and she was like a ball of swollen flour, trying to squeeze out.

Seeing that half of her body had squeezed out of the door, she suddenly felt her ankle tightening and someone was holding it.

With a snap, the old woman twisted her right leg like a gecko's tail without any hesitation, and continued to crawl out.

Ji Que stood in the room, holding a solitary smelly foot, and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the old woman's broken body had squeezed out of the door, and she was about to continue running away, away from this terrible scholar.

In the end, there was only a bang, and a fist suddenly penetrated the wall covered in ghost energy, accurately grabbed the old woman's head, and dragged her!

Ever since, the old woman was dragged back like a noodle.

The hole was only the size of a fist, so her body was instantly squeezed into the shape of a long worm.

The next moment, the old woman bit the wall with her teeth, trying to avoid being forcibly dragged in.

The last ray of sunset reflected on her dilapidated face, which was full of fear.

Immediately afterwards, the fearful expression also distorted.

There was only a pop sound, and the old woman's head and thighs were pulled in, leaving only two front teeth flying and falling outside the door. The scene was a bit strange for a moment.

It's going to be completely dark.

Dear readers who have seen this, please give me a follow-up reading of the following chapters. Follow-up reading is very important for new books.
Chapter completed!