martial arts mythology system

Chapter 1 Murder in Qingniu Town

"Have you heard? Someone died in the town last night!"

"That's right! All four members of Lu Asan's family in Zhenkou were killed, not even the three-year-old child survived!"

"This is the third time, how dare people live in the town!"

"This matter has become so violent and there is no news of the murderer. If you ask me, those servants in the town are really soft bastards!"

"you do not say!"

"Hush, stop talking, the Han family boy is here!"

A few idlers were whispering on the side of the street, seeing Han Feng approaching in a soap-colored police uniform, they quickly shut their mouths.

Han Feng walked down the street with a knife in one hand and a bag of beef with sauce in the other. He didn't bother to care about those men's bad mouths, but he was a little helpless.

Qingniu Town, where I was on duty, had always been peaceful, but somehow a family died suddenly three days ago. The murder method was extremely brutal, but there was no trace of the murderer.

The day before yesterday, two families died in succession for two consecutive nights. In such a dangerous situation, it must be some bloodthirsty demon from the rivers and lakes who fled here.

That kind of strongman is a character who kills without blinking an eye, even if he really meets him, he can't control it.

I am a modern civilized person under the nine-year compulsory education, where have I seen such a scene...

That's right, this is Han Feng's secret. He traveled from modern civilized society to this world of martial arts in a car accident. He has possessed the body of the policeman with the same name who suddenly fell ill for two months.

Ever since he learned that martial arts masters in this world can overwhelm rivers and seas and urge mountains to break mountains, Han Feng has made up his mind to be a careful person, so as not to be accidentally killed by strong people passing by...

It's just that if people don't look for trouble, it doesn't mean that things don't look for people. If this murder case is not solved, Han Feng, as a police officer, will not be able to live in peace for a day.

Qingniu Town is a big town. Although there is no government office, there is a catcher's squad room. Twelve catchers are led by Butou Lu, the ninth rank of martial arts, and Han Feng is one of the twelve small catchers.

Martial arts are divided into ten ranks. Beginners all do the tenth rank, and only when they have cultivated their muscles and bones can they be regarded as the ninth rank. Lu Butou, who is pinning on the ninth grade of martial arts, can deal with the murderer behind the scenes.

Fortunately, both Yuanzheng's parents had passed away, so he had nothing to worry about.

Returning home from the street, I scooped up half a bowl of rice and cooked some gruel, and ate it with beef sauce for dinner.

Han Feng sat on the bench and began to exhale.

After all, the catcher is an imperial establishment. In addition to distributing weapons and clothes, he also teaches a set of basic sword skills and basic breathing skills.

Legend has it that in some big cities, god catchers whose martial arts are comparable to the legends of the world have even been cultivated, but those are not within Han Feng's reach.

When he was breathing in peace, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

At this time, the sky was already getting dark, and the light outside the house was not very good. With the slight cold wind, the atmosphere seemed gloomy.

Han Feng was inexplicably nervous, put his hand next to the saber on the table and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Yan Xiaoyi, did you forget that Butou Lu said that we will go on patrol tonight?"

There was a broken gong-like voice from outside the door.

The homicides in the town these days were so fierce that Butou Lu arranged for six people to patrol the street in twos and twos every night.

This Yan Xiaoyi is a courageous two hundred and five, who happens to be partners with Han Feng.

It was only then that Han Feng remembered that there was still patrol work, so he put on his saber and walked out of the room.

Yan Xiaoyi, who was thin and thin, was waiting outside the door, smiling a bit like Han Feng had seen a certain headhunter surnamed Yan in "Wulin Biography" in his previous life.

"Brother Han, you are too slow. It is not easy for us to have a big case in our town. Let's go on patrol soon."

Han Feng felt a little helpless looking at this guy, he wished he could stay at home and not go out, this group probably wanted the murderer to appear in front of him covered in blood so that they could fight...

"Okay, okay, let's go watch the night."

Han Feng waved his hand and didn't want to say more.

Qingniu Town is not too small, and it would take a lot of work to patrol the streets and alleys. Han Feng and Yan Xiaoyi walked around twice and it was already dark.

The night breeze is cool, and the street lights are on and off.

Every household closed their doors early because of the murder case.

The night owl's cooing made the night even more silent.

The empty streets made Han Feng's heart even more nervous.

Yan Xiaoyi was a little disappointed, drooping his head and said: "Oh, why didn't the murderer dare to come out, he must be too timid."

Han Feng was afraid that the crow's mouth would call out the murderer, so he gave him a hard look:
"You can shut up. Are you not happy that there is no case without death?"

"I'm not……"

Yan Xiaoyi was just about to explain, when suddenly a scream rang out in the dark town!

"what!!!"

The shrill screams shattered the long night, tainted with a strong taste of fear.

Hearing the cry, Han Feng's heart twitched.

The murderer committed another crime!
"Bold thief, I'm going to arrest you today!"

Yan Xiaoyi pulled out the long knife at his waist and rushed towards the direction where the screams sounded.

Han Feng stood in place as if frozen.

Do you really want to go?

Go and probably die!

For a while, Han Feng became entangled, with a sense of responsibility and fear fighting in his mind.

At this moment, a faint mist appeared in front of Han Feng's eyes, and black characters appeared out of thin air in the mist!

Task: Assist in the capture of the murderer——Gorefiend's means.

Reward: Eighth Grade Martial Arts - Eight Diagrams Sword Technique.

Han Feng was stunned by the sudden mission.

After two months in this world, Han Feng also tried to find out if he had the golden finger that is usually seen in novels, but he did not expect that the golden finger was waiting for him here!

"Forget it, wealth and wealth are in danger!"

Han Feng finally made up his mind, raised his knife and followed Yan Xiaoyi.

Anyway, what the mission said was to assist in the capture, so I only need to hold on until Lu Butou arrives, so I should be fine!
The dark clouds are miserable, and the moonlight is bleak.

The screams came from Ma Laoliu's family on the edge of the town.

When Han Feng and Yan Xiaoyi arrived, the ground was already covered in blood.

Through the wide-open door, Ma Laoliu and his wife could be seen lying on the ground together, their clothes torn and bloody, the stomachs of the two corpses had been dug up, and the bright red blood spilled all over the floor.

A blood-stained man stood in the room, with tangled hair, evil eyes, and a crying child in his hand!

"Wicked man, let go of that child!"

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoyi rushed up without saying a word, holding the steel knife high in his hand, and was about to strike at that evil man!

"Oh? Let it go as soon as you say, it's really a lot of face."

The man watched Yan Xiaoyi rushing in the police uniform, his eyes were full of teasing, with a wave of his hand, a bloody light hit Yan Xiaoyi's chest!
I saw Yan Xiaoyi's body flying backwards faster than the speed of rushing towards the villain, fell on the street, opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood!

"A few days ago, my injury didn't heal, so I only dared to do it secretly. I drank enough blood in the past two days, and it seems to be another feeling~"

The demon knocked down Yan Xiaoyi with one move, spoke in a strange tone, and fixed his eyes on Han Feng standing on the street like a snake.

One move is so powerful, at least it must be an eighth-rank martial artist, even if Lu Butou came, he would not be able to defeat him, it is probably going to be cold today...

Han Feng pulled a smirk, and said to the murderer in front of him:
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..."

(End of this chapter)