My Attribute Cultivation Life

2022-03-23

Chapter 72 72 Decisions

Tanyang City at night, it seems brightly lit, is actually really lively, only Winery casino prostitutes Streets such as Guanleguan.

The lights in the rest of the neighborhood were already out, and most people went to sleep.

The only place to find information about Basari’s residence in Tanyang City is the Black Ten Sect stronghold in the city – St. Rofa Church.

Black Ten Sect is a very complex sect, they are different from overseas Orthodox Christianity, they believe in not God, but a so-called True God called Ten Cause Heaven.

Ten Cause Heaven represents the ten kinds of sins that people face in life.

In the teachings of the Black Ten Sect, only by believing in Ten Cause Heaven can one find redemption for one’s sins.

So in Black Ten Sect, many people have had criminal experience.

Many of them were even repeat offenders.

The St. Rofa Church found by Zhang Rongfang is the real headquarters of Black Ten Sect in Tanyang City.

Night time.

The I-shaped white building of the Church of Saint Rofe reflects faint fluorescence in the moonlight.

The top of the towering cross is plated with a layer of real silver, and it is even more silver light at this time.

A team of well-built, bearded guards patrol the perimeter of the church.

These beards wear black clothed and black hoods, some with thick long sticks in their hands, and some with hard leather gloves inlaid with metal.

Looking from a distance in the church, you can vaguely hear the sound of chanting.

Zhang Rongfang is like a giant python in the dark, slipping quietly from the corner of the shadow.

He ignored the patrolling personnel on the outside, but inserted his five fingers into the wall and used the Eagle Claw Art forcibly to dig a hole in the smooth and hard wall.

Shua!

He jumped lightly, jumping from the top of the wall to the inside.

After landing, several guarding hounds suddenly smelled something and barked at this side.

But before they called out a few times, Zhang Rongfang took a few flash steps, and in the blind spot of the patrolman’s perspective, he clinged to the shadow of the side wall of the church.

After a few moments, he drilled with one hand at the crack of the door, and Eagle Claw Art’s powerful fingers immediately dug a hole directly into the door lock.

The door opened with a click, the silhouette flashed, and Zhang Rongfang had walked in.

Closing the door with a backhand, he glanced at the wall, which was hung with a row of black robes used by cultists.

Taking off one piece, Zhang Rongfang draped it over his body, took off the kerchief, lowered his head and moved towards it.

If Basari is still in the city, this is the most likely place for him to live.

At least Zhang Rongfang doesn’t think he’s an old man, and he’s still interested in living in a brothel at Lelou at such an old age.

And even if it’s not here, there might be someone who knows Basari’s whereabouts.

After entering the door, there is a gray and white corridor with brown patterned carpets and oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Zhang Rongfang walked all the way in, and soon came across a waiter with a silver plate.

The waiter was darker than the blacks, but darker than the yellows.

Seeing him coming towards him, this man was also stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have discovered something, and he was about to scream when he opened his mouth.

Just before he could scream, he saw a flash.

The waiter’s throat was cold, and the air in the trachea was mixed with blood gushing out.

He fell to the ground weakly and terrified. Zhang Rongfang took over the plate and food in his hand before they hit the ground.

Picking up a cake made of milk and putting it into his mouth, Zhang Rongfang gently put the plate aside on the ground, shaken off the blood on the dagger, and walked inside calmly.

In fact, if the other party yells without opening his mouth, he is not ready to kill.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

Going through the corridor, a room is hidden in the right hand, and there are faint voices inside.

It’s just that this voice is not a language that Zhang Rongfang can understand at all, but another internal language of Black Ten Sect.

Great Ling has a vast territory, and has continuously conquered and integrated many ethnic groups and countries. The languages of each ethnic group are also unique and extremely difficult to integrate.

Zhang Rongfang frowned, he didn’t expect this before he came.

But since we are here, look carefully, you can always find some people who can speak Great Ling mandarin.

Standing in front of the door and listening carefully, he paused. Make sure there are only two people inside.

Snorted.

In an instant, he pushed the door, leaped forward, and burrowed into the room behind the curtains in a ghost-like form.

On the carpet in the room, two bearded brawny men are sitting cross-legged.

The two looked sideways in amazement.

There was no one at the door.

One person stood up immediately, muttered a few words, and was about to close the door.

Suddenly he heard a faint si si sound behind him, and turned his head to look suspiciously.

Too bad he can’t see anything.

A cold hand covered his eyes.

At the same time, the other hand gently stroked his throat and neck.

“Can you speak Great Ling Mandarin?” Zhang Rongfang asked in a suppressed voice.

“..Yes..Yes! The hero spares his life!” The bearded man was shaking like a chaff, he didn’t dare to move.

“Very good.” Zhang Rongfang lightly sighed.

Behind him, another bearded man sitting on the carpet, with a broken neck in half, fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

This man just tried to resist, but he was forced to kill him.

No way, this guy is not weak, at least Grade 4 speed in a shot.

Zhang Rongfang is also helpless, in order to avoid his exposure, he can only kill with ruthless hands.

In a flash, he only knew how strong he was at this moment.

If you purely count the number of limit violations, he is now a Grade 7 expert.

Although there is only one superior martial arts, that is, the Rejuvenation Clean Talisman Scripture of Daoism.

But the increase brought by the seven-time limit violation is far more powerful than Grade 4.

In this real martial arts society where Grade 1 takes at least three years, Grade 7 represents at least ten years plus eighteen years of hard work.

Those who can practice ascetic martial arts for twenty-eight years and reach Grade 7 are absolutely high-level in any power.

Even if the increase in rank is getting weaker and weaker in the future, in fact, the battle is far from what an ordinary person can match.

“Now, answer my question.” Zhang Rongfang had a calm expression and whispered close to the other party’s ear.

“Elder Basari, where does he live?”

“Basari Basari Elder lives in Silver Sands Room 10! Right. Right in this church!” The bearded man trembled, Answer quickly.

“Looks like I’m lucky, do you know what he did in the city?” Zhang Rongfang sighed.

If it goes well, this time it will be done once and for all, and this old man will be completely solved.

“I don’t know, but I heard that it is to investigate information about Sea Dragon and the Lin Family! You also know that our Black Ten Sect is best at information.” Beard said quickly.

“Take me there.” Zhang Rongfang released his eyes.

“Good” ka-cha.

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the bearded neck was twisted and turned three hundred and sixty degrees.

He froze all over, and immediately fell to his knees, silent.

Zhang Rongfang wiped the short sword on his clothes and left the room.

The man wanted to shout just now, but unfortunately, the muscles in his throat revealed his intentions.

In order to prevent exposure, Zhang Rongfang had no choice but to kill him.

Leaving the room, he continued inside, and after a while, he met two maids again.

This time, good luck.

After pinching a maid to death, the other was stroking his neck and promised to take him there.

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Basari sat quietly at the desk, supported the glasses on his face, and read carefully with his head down. Just got a doctrinal scripture work.

The author of this scripture work is from overseas, and the language used is not the universal Great Ling script, nor the other two languages he masters.

So he can only use the dictionary to translate and read at the same time.

After watching for about ten minutes, he looked up.

“Xiao Mo, give me a cup of fine milk tea, it needs to be hot.”

“Okay Elder, do you want to add sugar?” A response came from outside the door.

“No, I want salt.” Basari let out a long breath.

“Yes.” The footsteps of Xiao Mo’s quick departure gradually faded away on the carpet.

After the command, he continued to bury his head, steady his glasses, and prepare to read.

Dangdangdangdang! !

Suddenly there was a rush of gongs outside the window.

Someone shouted, hurriedly saying something in westerner language.

The footsteps of people outside kept passing by, as if they were looking for something.

Basari’s heart tensed, and after listening carefully for a while, the vigilance he had cultivated for a long time quickly took effect.

He stood up, put on his coat, picked up some important papers and money, turned around and moved towards the left wall of the room.

Walking to the wall, he reached out and touched a whale-shaped oil lamp on the wall.

Boom.

A round arch passageway slowly moved away from the wall.

This is a hidden escape to the outside.

Without the slightest hesitation , he hurried into the passage.

Om, the wall slowly recovers.

bang! !

The door was knocked open, and Zhang Rongfang entered suddenly, looking towards the slowly closing wall.

For a split second, his and Basari’s eyes met.

The two eyes stopped at the same time, one black and one yellow.

At a distance of three meters, there is only a slap left in the wall crack, and it is too late.

“You, you’re dead!!” Basari was shocked, his eyes quickly turned cold.

He didn’t expect, Zhang Ying actually dared to come to the door in person.

Although I don’t know how this person broke into this place, but now, he can send an alarm from the secret passage. When the time comes, hundreds of people around him will come to encircle him.

And a lot of experts from the church here will arrive one after another.

By then, even Zhang Ying will be hard to fly!

Just then.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, stomping the ground heavily with the soles of his feet.

Bang.

Bang.

bang!

Three steps in a row.

The flesh in his right leg bulged and swelled with blood.

“Step back.”

With pupils shrank in his eyes, Zhang Rongfang’s muscles converged to his right leg like flowing water.

“Heavy Mountain!!!”

With a bang, the right leg exploded with a screech, tearing through the air and bombarding the wall like a cannonball.

Boom! ! !

The whole room shook.

The position where the wall of the mechanism was about to close was kicked out of a huge pit on the spot.

The whole wall was smashed up like a seesaw, and there was no way to stop it. It could only be stuck in the same place, and the ka ka sound of the gears was constantly heard.

The old Basari in the passage behind the wall turned pale as he stared at this scene in a stunned manner.

Large pieces of gravel rained down his face, neck, and hands, bringing out bloodstains one after another.

With a bang, the wall finally fell to the ground.

At this point, the entrance to the passage is wide open.

Zhang Rongfang entered the passage, the lightning slashed Basari’s neck, and then he picked up the unconscious Old Guy and rushed into the secret passage, which was quickly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)