Bone Picker

Chapter 24 Rescue Muzi Li

"Send me the location, and I'll come right away, but I warn you, if Li Muzi loses a hair, I will want a finger from your son Wu Junjie, and I will do what I say." I am not polite.

"What a big tone, do you really think your grandfather Li Fusheng is still alive? The location will be sent to you immediately, I'll wait for you." After finishing speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

After a while, the other party sent over the location using Li Muzi's mobile phone.

I put on my clothes, the bath was a waste of time, and I guess I'll have to sweat again in a while.

I put the magic weapon bag on my back, and when I was about to go out, I suddenly thought of Zhenjun Mu'er who had just been subdued.

Isn't that just right?You can take Zhenjun Mu'er out to be a thug.

Thinking of this, I hurried upstairs to search for a dark green robe, which looked like a bathrobe, and then I found a mask, gloves, and shoes.

I came to the basement, stood beside the coffin, and said to True Monarch Mu'er, "Mu'er, get up, I'll help you change into this clothes, and we'll save someone later."

"Okay, master." Mu'er straightened up.

I put the clothes on for him, not to mention, they fit well and looked decent.

After wearing a mask and sunglasses, no matter how you look, you look like a person.

Because it was originally a human form, but its limbs were thicker and irregular.

"Let's go, listen to my orders later, but you must remember, just to teach them a lesson, don't kill anyone, this era is different from the era you lived in before." After getting on the car, I confessed to Muer After a while.

"Understood, master."

I clicked on the positioning and navigated there.

The car drove to a factory building in the western suburbs industrial zone.

Mu'e and I went down, I looked around, maybe I was being tricked.

We stood at the gate of this single factory building, and I called Li Muzi.

The call was not connected, and the other party pressed the button.

But at this time, the rolling gate of the factory area slowly opened, and a group of people hurried towards us not far away.

"Who is Li Mobai?" The leader had a scar on his face and a fierce look in his eyes. He looked like a ruthless character who often fights.

The so-called appearance is born from the heart, I saw murderous intent in his eyes.

"Where is Muzi Li?" I asked him directly.

"You are Li Mobai, you come with me." The scarred man glanced at Mu'e and said, "You wait here."

I sent a voice transmission to Mu'e, and said: "These people are gangsters and thugs, they are ordinary people, teach them a lesson, don't cause trouble."

"Yes, Master."

Mue walked towards the scarred man slowly, the scarred man was stunned, his temper suddenly came up, and he shouted: "I told you to wait here, are you deaf?"

While roaring, he rushed towards Mue, raised his arm and threw it towards Mue's face.

Boom.

I haven't seen how Mu'er made a move, but the man with the scar had already flown upside down and fell to the ground, struggling in pain.

"Boss..." When the gangsters saw their boss being beaten, they all showed their guys.

Some people went to help, but more people roared and rushed towards Mu'er.

Mu'er raised his hand, revealing a vine, the vine was waxy yellow, but the vine was covered with thorns and thorns.

I gasped, this is the cane I hit me not long ago.

I can't stand it anymore, now use this thing to deal with these gangsters?
I remind again: "Don't kill people."

"Understood, master."

Mue flicked the cane, and there was a swishing sound in the air, which made his hair stand on end.

ah ah ah ah...

With a wave of the rattan, in the blink of an eye, all the punks fell to the ground, clutching their wounds, howling in pain.

Each of them was hit with a whip, and the wound was bloody and bloody, and all of them were wounded.

"Lead the way." I looked at the man with the scar.

The scarred man no longer had that ferocity on his face, and what appeared in his eyes was fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

As far as Mu'e's smooth whipping technique is concerned, in this day and age, who can do it well?

In the past, he went into battle to kill the enemy, against the Bailian soldiers of the Qing army, that was the battlefield.

Hitting these little bastards now is just like playing.

The man with the scar quickly got up, led those younger brothers, and tremblingly headed towards the office building not far away, and said, "It's...inside."

As the group retreated, they led us into the office building.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, I found Li Muzi sitting on the sofa in the middle.

When she saw me, she stood up as if she saw a life-saving straw, and called me: "Mobai."

Tears flowed out of her eyes.

Judging by her appearance, it was obvious that she had cried just now, and she was very scared, her whole body was shaking.

I walked over, helped her to sit down, patted her on the back and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid, haven't I come here? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

He curled up in my arms, very scared, shook his head and said, "No."

"Where are people?" I yelled: "Didn't you let me explain the situation? Why don't the big ones show up, let these small ones come out."

As soon as the words fell, the whole hall suddenly remembered Sanskrit.

That's right, it's the Sanskrit sound, the sound of monks chanting scriptures.

Upon hearing this voice, Mu'er suddenly trembled all over, and his body twisted involuntarily, showing pain.

"Shut down the sense of hearing!" I sent an idea into his mind, using the soul imprint to seal off his external sense of hearing.

At this moment, he couldn't hear any sound from outside, but he could only hear my voice transmission.

Sure enough, once the hearing was closed, Mu'er returned to normal.

I was also taken aback, there are experts here, and I can see that Mu'er is not an ordinary person?

"Playing Sanskrit music, where are people? Come out." I shouted loudly: "If you don't come out again, believe it or not, I will demolish this place?"

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's cry came from the second floor.

I turned my head to look at the second floor, and saw an old monk clasped his hands together, looking at me kindly, but I could actually feel his full hostility and attack power.

This old monk is not a fat-headed monk, he does have some cultivation.

No wonder Wu Junjie's father dared to say that my grandfather Li Fusheng was gone, and he dared to have the support of this old monk!
A rich middle-aged man came out from behind the old monk, followed by Wu Junjie.

At this time, Wu Junjie had a plaster cast on his arm and was hanging around his neck with a bandage.

There were also some minor wounds on the face, which should have been caused by splashes from broken glass, and red lotion was also applied at this time.

I saw him glaring at me angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Father, this is the kid."

"Li Mobai, since you're here, tell me, what's the matter with my son's injury?" The middle-aged man still looked domineering.

"Is there something wrong with you? Wu Junjie's driving skills are bad and he crashed into a tree. You came to us to ask what happened?" I turned my face straight away.

"Amitabha, benefactor, if you want people not to know, you must do nothing yourself." The old monk pointed it out directly.

"Hahaha, you really are a rich man in Fodu! In this evil era of money, old monk, you are bent on money too!"

"Almsgiver, don't lie! It's the poor monk who wants to persuade you, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" The old monk was not angry, and his words were still so unhurried.

"Old monk, I advise you that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head to the shore, and go back to your monk temple to practice. Don't be contaminated with too much money and cause karma, even the Buddha can't save you!" I yelled back at him.

"Presumptuous." The old monk was furious, pointing at me and cursing: "Even if your grandfather Li Fusheng is here, you have to give three points to the poor monk, you uneducated thing, today the old monk will teach you a lesson for your grandfather." you."

After finishing speaking, the old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and began to chant mantras...

(End of this chapter)