Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 72 The bad world
  In this turbulent and evil world, everyone is struggling to survive and fight for their own interests.

Li Shan is naturally no exception.

The rules of the Senluo Society are very strict. Any mistakes must be punished, and merits must be rewarded.

But there are many opportunities to make mistakes, but few opportunities to make meritorious deeds.

An opportunity to be promoted, for Li Shan, represents a broader world, stronger martial arts, higher status, and richer wealth!
  These things are enough for people to fight for their lives.

And his price is higher and heavier than other desperate people!

However, since you are fighting hard, there will be times when you fight hard and lose.

This is what Li Shan is like at this time.

After all, he couldn't block Lu Hu's black tiger fist.

The fist intention penetrated his body and shattered all his internal organs.

The power of the marrow practitioner was also revealed at this time. Li Shan fell to the ground, coughing up blood, but he did not die immediately.

Li Shan had seen this kind of scene in other people's lives many times. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think about how people would feel when they were dying.

It's a pity that a person only has one chance to know this feeling in his life.

Now this situation finally happened to him, and he finally felt the feeling of dying.

The pain in his body relentlessly became more and more vivid, and blood gushed out from his mouth, nose, and ears rapidly, as if bursting, and the blood flowed along his body to the ground, spreading out.

Like blood-red flowers blooming in a black nightmare.

At this time, Li Shan did not have the panic he imagined. He seemed to have a strange feeling of relief and peace of mind, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of his pale lips.

His vision gradually turned black, the world was dizzy and crazy, his pale lips were slightly chapped, and his breathing became shallow.

Lu Hu, who was right in front of him, could no longer be seen.

But he still forced himself to speak.

"There are many bandits behind us, and they are also their people who left the mountains to escape and survive."

After saying this, the last blood on Li Shan's lips had faded, his eyes widened, and the light of life had been extinguished.

Lu Hu stood in front of Li Shan's body. At this time, he did not feel the joy of killing a powerful enemy in the past.

On the contrary, he had mixed feelings in his heart. Rather than what Li Shan said before his death, he hoped that Li Shan would curse him.

This might make him feel more relaxed.

"Okay, got it!" Lu Hu sighed, leaned over and closed Li Shan's eyes with his hands.

Then he began to use Li Shan's long knife to dig holes in the ground.

While digging, he calmed down his mood.

With a few breaths, his mood returned to a state of neither sadness nor joy, and his mind began to calmly review the battle just now.

"In the battle with Li Shan, I still had the evil spirit as my trump card. If I had used the evil spirit from the beginning, the battle would have been much easier.

Now I can have a clearer understanding of my own strength. With all my trump cards out, any martial artist in the marrow training stage should not be able to beat me. However, evil spirit is a consumable item. It needs to be replenished after one use. If I use it in advance, I will lose one trump card in the future. But if I keep it at the bottom of the box and don't use it, I may not have the chance to use it! "

Lu Hu thought of Li Shan's last blow. In the situation at that time, he had to rush out his fist intention and could not gather the evil energy at the same time. It was already a life-or-death moment. Once his fist intention failed to defeat Li Shan, his evil energy would be gone. There is no chance to use it, so I can only bury it with myself!

Therefore, when to use evil spirit is a big test for one's combat experience and eyesight.

It is very difficult to use it exactly on the edge of the knife!
  "I can't be too confident in the future. I have my own trump card. Don't others have the same? I must not let the situation arise where I have no chance to use my trump card. From now on, I will set a rule. When fighting alone, I cannot have the idea of ​​holding back. The first fight is to test the strength, the second fight is to strengthen the means, and the third time is to play all the trump cards.

If you can't win like this, you have to run away! "

The fight between Lu Hu and Li Shan actually lasted only a short time, only half a cup of tea.

When warriors fight, life and death often happen in just a split second.

There is no room for regret, so instead of holding the trump card in your own hands, it is better to play it in advance. In this way, you will really be beaten to death, and your skills will be inferior to others. At the very least, your death will not be unjust!
  Going through hundreds of battles can indeed improve one's ability to fight against the enemy.

But the premise is to conduct a complete review of each battle.

Think clearly about where you did well, where you didn't do your best, and where you made mistakes.

If you do well, continue to do it next time. If you don't do it to the best, if you survive, spend time and effort to polish it. If you make mistakes, you must correct them!

Only by such constant self-reflection can every battle be turned into qualifications for improving oneself, so that oneself can continue to become stronger!

This method is the same as Lu Hu's previous life exam, but the difference is that if you fail the exam once, you will still have a chance next time.

Fighting and killing, there is no next chance.

So we need to pay more attention to it!
  By the time Lu Hu thought it through in his mind, he had already dug a big hole in front of him.

He started the next step, touching the corpse.

This was indispensable. Li Shan did not carry the martial arts skills that Lu Hu was obsessed with, only a money bag and two small white porcelain bottles.

But come to think of it, who would carry the exercises with them when they have nothing to do?

If this were the case, and martial arts could be obtained by killing someone, then martial arts in this world would not be so precious!

He opened two porcelain bottles and found that he recognized the contents inside.

One contained Qi and Blood Pills. Lu Hu poured them all out and checked them. He found that they were much larger than the ones he had taken before, and the smell was also thicker.

"It should be the so-called top-grade Qi and Blood Pill!"

The number also surprised Lu Hu, there were as many as eight!
  As expected of working for the Sen Luo Society. A mere man in black who has not yet reached the top three can carry such a huge sum of money with him. He is indeed considered rich!
  From the other white porcelain bottle, Lu Hu smelled it. It was a good medicine for sores. He had used it before. It stopped bleeding effectively and could save his life in critical moments. The price should be quite high!
  As for the purse, there is also some broken silver in it, about twenty taels, which is more than enough for daily expenses!

Lu Hu accepted all these happily.

Then he carried Li Shan's body into the pit, laid it flat, and began to fill it with soil.

He built a grave bag, cut down a section of the tree with a knife, flattened one side, and carved out the simplified Chinese characters of his previous life: Li Shan's Tomb. Four words!
  With a wave of his hand, Lu Hu inserted the wooden sign deep into the grave, bowed, and then touched all the other corpses.

After getting a few more taels of silver, he disappeared into the mountains and forests.

(End of this chapter)