Romance of Gods

Chapter 6: Decaying Skin
He was stabbed in the back, but he ran very fast. Chen Yan chased him for dozens of feet, but found nothing, so he turned back to Fat Boy Xue's house.

He first checked the injuries of the three members of the family. They were all killed with one strike. Judging from the incisions on the chest and abdomen, the murderer used a short weapon such as a dagger.

How did the murderer know that 500 million was in Fatty Xue's house?

Chen Yan checked the belongings of the three of them and took out a crumpled napkin from Fat Boy Xue's trouser pocket. It looked like it had been soaked in water, and there was some pungent smell lingering on it.

Snapped!
Chen Yan turned off the electric fan. As the fan blades slowly stopped rotating, the bloody smell in the room began to gather again, along with another unfamiliar smell.

It was the same style as the one on the napkin. Chen Yan looked out the window, his eyes far away, which was the scent left by the murderer.

Guangming Road, one of the most prosperous markets in the Kowloon Walled City, benefited from the constant blood transfusions of street dwellers and prostitutes, and high-rise buildings without foundations rose from their backs.

Under the illumination of candlelight and neon lights, more than a dozen rather fierce teams walked from both sides of the long street. The leaders of the group finished their greetings and rushed into the building with the sign "Dragon City Discussion".

All the prominent members of various gangs came.

Chen Yan leaned against the counter and paid attention to everyone's movements.

"Boss! Your red bean ice!"

"Thank you."

Chen Yan came to his senses and turned around to take the shaved ice handed by the waiter.

Take a look at the words printed on the plastic cup and compare them with the words on the napkin.

"Ade drinks ice room."

right here.

"Yes, boss, you just asked Fatty Xue, he often comes here to eat ice cream. He is very angry, but he doesn't eat ice cream when he comes here recently. I don't know if his wife died recently. Every day Go to Fenglou to spend some money."

"Where is the Fenglou he often goes to?"

The clerk picked up the freezer, leaned forward and pointed forward, "It's just past the patio across the street."

Looking at Chen Yan's leaving figure, the middle-aged man who was busy on the side scolded: "Baozi! Look, why don't you go find Brother Kun! The fish will run away!"

"Hey, Dad, we just joined forces to capture him for 5 yuan!"

"Beat Sun Houming to death with three sticks. You don't want your life. Your father still wants to live for a few more years! Go away now!"

At the same time as the waiter left the ice-drinking room, Chen Yan also walked into the phoenix tower with colorful lights.

People were like ghosts, all shapes and forms were blurred, and in an instant, Chen Yan's ears were filled with the harsh joyful sound like the neighing of a wild cat.

The old mother was looking at her, and the girls were surrounding her. Everything she saw was an enlarged view of the wind and moon.

Chen Yan wandered around the crowd and instantly locked his target. A woman wearing coarse clothes and braids was walking deeper into the alley with a basin of water.

Her shoulders looked uncomfortable.

Snapped!
Putting his hand on her shoulder, the woman turned her head sharply.

Old, ugly, frightened as a sparrow, but with a hint of offended sullenness.

Suddenly, a joking chuckle came from behind, "She is mute and cannot talk to you. Come to me."

Chen Yan let go of his hand, and a faint trace of blood oozed from the woman's shoulder.

The bait, not her.

A short-haired woman wearing a gold-plated black cheongsam was leaning against the railing, holding a thin cigarette between her fingertips, and the smoke was swirling between her lazy brows and eyes.

"How to charge?"

Her red lips parted slightly and she simply said, "Ten yuan for the gatha. If you do anything else, add five yuan."

Chen Yan followed the short-haired woman, passed through the corridor, and went down a few more steps. The candlelight reflected on the paper window and swayed.

"Call me Axin."

The woman said after opening the door.

The furnishings in the narrow room are simple. The wooden dressing table is next to the double bed. The plastic roses on the table are inserted in brown wine bottles. Next to them are several rows of low-quality cosmetics that are almost used up.

Chen Yan sat on the double bed, glanced at Ah Xin who was standing in front of the coat rack, and pointed to the semiconductor on the table, "Cantonese opera "Double Bonding"."

"I can't bear to hear it. Do you like it?"

"I like Bangzi."

"I also like sticks." Ah Xin raised an eyebrow and picked up two wrinkled clothes, "Which one do you like more, the nurse or the nun?"

Chen Yan took out a cigarette from the box and looked at her calmly: "Which one does Fat Boy Xue like?"

"That fat guy likes everything. He has to change more than a dozen sets in an hour."

Ah Xin's eyelids drooped, and he was as fierce as an eagle in an instant.

laugh!In a flash, a streak of white hair flew past her cheek.when!The rolling blood beads were left behind by her, and the simple-looking dagger in her hand collided with Chen Yan's arm, making a crisp and exciting sound. "Brass head and iron arm?"

"The stick you like."

When their eyes met, it was this smell, cheap pungent perfume.

The actors compete on the same stage, and the information unfolds!

Blood-red words appeared in their eyes at the same time.

Chen Yan
Rank: none
Divine Grant: Not received
Personal status: slightly injured
Skills: Ancient martial arts (87% extreme) Ballet (62% medium)

Technique: None

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Shen Xin
Rank: none
Divine Grant: Not received
Personal status:
Reverse Execution (not in effect) [The Fish Intestine Sword’s exclusive buff state increases the player’s speed, accuracy, and power by [-]% when striking first.If the enemy is successfully injured, the effect will last and the gain will be halved. 】

Yong Jue [The exclusive buff state of the Fish Intestinal Sword, when the actor is passively in a state of slight injury, moderate injury, serious injury, or endangered state, he will randomly obtain a potential burst]

Skill: Ancient Martial Arts (90% above)

Technique: Erlang lowers his eyes [Half the remaining light extracted from the eyes of the lost true king, the skill is continuously activated, and there is a slight probability that it can detect the opponent's attack]

"Newcomer? No wonder you are so reckless."

The two of them spoke in unison, but before they finished speaking, Chen Yan's body was like a tiger in sleep. He pressed forward, his left palm had claws in the air, and five steel-cone-like fingers were already piercing towards Shen Xin's face.

What a vicious move!
Although Chen Yan had experienced Chen Yan's powerful hidden weapons before, the pressure brought by his head-on confrontation and decisive attack still made it difficult to breathe.His left hand stabbed upward diagonally, trying to catch Chen Yan's wrist, bang!

It's a false move!In an instant, Shen Xin suddenly changed his moves and raised his right elbow in front of his chest. When he collided with Chen Yan's wrist, his left hand that had seized the sword was already biting Chen Yan's eyeball.

Suddenly, his ankle sank, and Shen Xin's face turned ashen.

Chen Yan retracted his legs and made a hook, then he lunged forward suddenly. The steel pipe quickly slid out of his sleeves and pierced Shen Xin who was lying on the ground.

He missed and left a pale mark on the hard cement floor.

Erlang lowered his eyes and investigated!
She is extremely rich, and I don’t know how much she has squandered 500 million.

Snapped!A carp hit the ground with its back and rolled to the side. Shen Xin quickly got up. The thrill of escaping from death made her feel unusual pleasure.

Even when Chen Yan's sharp whip legs swept towards her head, she fell into a daze for a moment.

But fighting with others has become an instinct engraved in his bones. The hand holding the dagger was like a pickaxe, rushing towards Chen Yan's calf like a thunderbolt.

when!
The steel pipe hit Shen Xin's wrist. As the dagger fell, the calf that had been whipped to her ear suddenly stopped and slashed down, forcing her upper body to the dressing table. Bottles and jars fell to the floor.

Chen Yan's legs were split into a diagonal line, and their faces were almost touching.

It was her first time trying a difficult move.

"Are you going to kill me, or are you going to sleep with me?"

"Besides 500 million, how much do you know?"

Chen Yan pressed the steel pipe against her throat and asked in a deep voice.

Shen Xin smiled, "Maybe the only one you can handle is me."

This information is very important, and there may be more than just the two of them involved in this drama.

Suddenly, a desolate and simple dangerous aura burst out from Shen Xin's body, and dark red hairs were densely pierced on his forehead.

Blood dripping from the wrist, slander, and bravery!

Not good.

Thanks for the service.

Chen Yan lowered his hands and inserted the steel pipe into her throat.

"100 yuan, no need to look for it."

Chen Yan pulled out the steel pipe, and blood surged out of her throat like spring water.

500 million, no chance.

Chen Yan just took out a Hong Kong dollar from his pocket and put it on the table. The blood-red writing appeared in his eyes again:
Whether to sacrifice the actor's decaying skin to the gods.

sacrifice?

Chen Yan's mind moved slightly, and suddenly, there was a heavy knock on the door.

"Open the door!"

(End of this chapter)