I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 105 Tomb

When doubts arise, you need to be more careful.

Zhang Xing started to collect these missing pieces of meat and found that not only those with white dove marks, but also other body parts could be clearly seen...

"They are all good players."

Although judging from the signs displayed by the offshore association, the people they can give to Satir to practice are not weaklings. But after comparing the texture of the remnants of Baige, you will find that these dead people have a common characteristic, that is, they prefer real training.

Or to put it more bluntly - "These people can all perform well in Eris Port."

Zhang Xing scratched his chin and rethought his thoughts.

He originally thought that there was someone or some force that was focused on strangling Bai Ge's remnants. But now it seems that the remnants of Baige are more like fish in the pond, just in time for some kind of targeted liquidation.

No, it should not only be paid in full.

Zhang Xing recalled what he had talked with Tucci before he went out, and felt that it was more likely that something similar to himself was recruiting these elite soldiers, and at the same time dealing with those who refused to join.

"Well, this guess is more realistic."

Some people do the business of beheading, but no one does the business of losing money. If it's just for the sake of killing, only people like Satyr can do it. Even if it's Satyr, he kills to satisfy himself, not just to kill.

"It seems like things will go smoothly for Tucci."

Think about it, since there is already a ready-made comparison like the offshore association, those pirates are still in trouble or being hunted. Facing my boss, who I have been with for a while, the chances of agreeing are much higher.

"Maybe it's not the offshore society..."

I always feel that if you go deeper and want to see more things, the offshore meeting should be a bit unworthy.

Although Zhang Xing saw everything here at the Near Sea Club, since Zhang Xing knew about the existence of Talent, the information revealed by these things in front of him was a bit involved for him.

He even suspected that there might not only be Tallent in the Port of Eris now, but there might also be other forces interested.

"If that's not enough, the Church of Power can really be considered a force."

Before this, Zhang Xing didn't take those black robes seriously at all.

But it's different now. After all, an organization with some ability can only do what it chooses to do, and what it can do when other forces are involved are two different things.

If Zhang Xing is not counted, Tallent is the only one who speaks in Eris Port, so the Church of Power will never be able to change the world. But now that there are new participants, the Power Church can really start to have both sides.

A stick that can only be used as a tool will evolve into a stick in the face of two or more forces.

It's not sure if Tallent knows that he's going to be messed with, and Zhang Xing doesn't intend to remind him.

But Zhang Xing himself didn't want to be splashed with shit.

"Originally, I wanted to come back and trouble you later, but who made you catch up?"

The offshore meeting is most likely just a thread, but it's coming anyway...

Then go see if the people here can give Zhang Xing a satisfactory explanation.

As far as Zhang Xing knows, what he has seen or can guess is that a new pretender may have appeared in the Eris port.

Whether it was just a coincidence, these people happened to collide with Talent when they were taking action, and they could only send a wave of assists to Talent. For example, I helped that handsome old guy clean up a wave of danger sources in the port, and in the end, I had to be the one who took the blame to attract attention.

Or because Tallent noticed something from his actions during this period, he became ambitious and ended up without knowing that there was already a big shark in the fish pond. Then this kind of person would suffer a lot. Rather than accidentally knocking him down, he would be dealt with more badly by Talent.

Or maybe this is what Zhang Xing likes to see the most - they know the existence of Talent, but Talent doesn't know that there are new forces watching his back.

"Old man, old man, I really hope you haven't looked at your own back~" This way Zhang Xing can help the old man cross the road.

Compared with the possible existence of Sky Star fragments, the information now known is more important. Zhang Xing stopped trying to find the treasure that fate had not given him, and just put some money notes that Satir had placed in a secret place into his arms.

Turning back, he looked at Yunek's body.

"I want to find you a Feng Shui treasure, but I don't think you should pay attention to this, and..."

The so-called burial place is not necessary. As an Avenger who has given up everything and freely embarked on the path to death, no one knows the past and future. Rather than being asked to find a geomantic treasure by Zhang Xing, he would be more satisfied if he was buried in a place of his own choosing.

“Instead of picking and choosing, let’s just let it be.”

Picking up his somewhat thin body, Zhang Xing stood in front of the pit where Satir died, looking at the last traces left by Yunek's enemy.

"Since you can't speak anyway, I will agree for you."

For a person who has nothing to worry about, there should be nothing more appropriate than using the death place of his enemy as his own grave.

Boom boom boom…

In the surge of water, Zhang Xing enlarged Satir's pit a lot. Then he went to dismantle the cabinet in the house, which was obviously made of good wood, and now made a thin coffin as the last gift to Yunek.

He carved Yunek's name on the remaining wood, and without thinking about it, he didn't write anything more, and just inserted it in front of the deep pit that had been refilled.

"You can sleep here from now on. Dreams will be sweet if you have an enemy on your back."

Looking around, I felt that although the imagery was very good, Yunek might not like the style of painting here after being lived by a satyr.

Considering that this person will live here for a long time, it still needs to be cleaned.

The palms were held empty, and a bloody chain appeared in the hands. Amidst the clattering sound, as Zhang Xing's arms moved, the brand new anchor chain pulled the watermelon rind off Zhang Xing's back, and then began to swing together.

After a slight collision, the taut chains began to lengthen, announcing to Zhang Xing that their limit was still a long way away.

At least, they are far from reaching their limit before destroying this room.

At the beginning of the watermelon belt, the trend that emerged from nowhere followed the trajectory of the chain and gradually spread with Zhang Xing as the center.

Everything, tangible and intangible, is washed away.

In the whirlpool of erosion, Zhang Xing grasped the anchor chain and retracted the watermelon rind. Looking at what can only be regarded as ruins in the vortex that has not subsided, I feel that there is still something missing.

Tap your toes lightly, and the power of the restrained tide pours into the ground.

The explosion rumbled and spread outward along Yunek's grave. The continuously splashing mud and sand buried the ruins and swallowed them into the ground.

In the end, there was no trace of the satir left here, only the tomb named Yunek.

"As a gift in return for showing me a good show, I hope you like it."

At least, I did collect information that should be useful. Although it was not where I wanted to go, Zhang Xing was very generous in doing things, so he still gave me a big gift.

As for killing other people's guests and erecting a tomb with great fanfare on the territory of the offshore society.

Zhang Xing felt that these people would understand and would definitely take good care of this grave and not let it disappear just because of the sun and rain.

After all, isn't Zhang Xing on his way to make them understand?

(End of this chapter)