Strange World Survival Manual

"Brother Zhou, you should know why I came to you." In a house, a middle-aged man in shorts blew the tea in his hand gently and looked at the old monk opposite.

"It should be the death of the Yin Side and the Sword of the Past this morning." The old monk stroked his somewhat white beard and said with a smile.

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and nodded: "Yes, they are dead. I went there this morning. Yin Mian's head was cut off, and his neck was wiped with the Sword of Death. They were all fatal with one blow. , the perpetrator can be described as extremely cruel.”

"Have you seen any clues?" The old monk frowned slightly.

After hearing the old monk's question, the middle-aged man pondered for a while and said with some hesitation: "The sword is used. The sword technique is fierce and tricky, somewhat like the sword of death."

"Sword of Rebirth? Wasn't he killed this morning?" When the old monk heard this, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Tsk..." A snort suddenly appeared in the room.

"Who?!" Upon hearing this sneer, the old monk and the middle-aged man immediately stood up and looked around.

However, under their observation, they found nothing.

Opposite them, a man in government uniform covered his mouth and hovered between the two of them with bloodshot eyes.

These two people were the souls requested by the City God. It would be troublesome if they were scared away by him.

"No one." The middle-aged man glanced around, then shook his head and said: "It should be the sound coming from nearby. We are making a fuss out of it."

"This place is a little weird. Let's change places." The old monk had a bad feeling in his heart and just wanted to leave this place immediately.

"How about waiting a while, the civet cat hasn't come yet." The middle-aged man said hesitantly.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old monk frowned more and more: "How come the civet cat comes so late? She has always been the most punctual."

Then he seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed, and he said sternly: "Go, go quickly!"

However, before the middle-aged man could react, footsteps suddenly appeared outside the door.

"Duo! Duo! Duo!" A knock on the door reached their ears.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, the middle-aged man and the old monk suddenly changed their expressions.

This is their resting place. They have told the people here before that they must not disturb themselves and others unless necessary.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, which they couldn't stop thinking about.

"Is it possible that the civet cat is here?" the middle-aged man asked the old monk hesitantly.

When the old monk heard this, he shook his head, made a silent gesture with his hand, and stared at the door closely.

"Are these two seniors Iron Claw Buddha and Dang Renren inside?" A man's voice came into the room.

Hearing this voice, the two people's faces became increasingly ugly. This person was obviously not the Smiling Civet Cat, because the Smiling Civet Cat was a woman, but the person who was calling was a man.

At this time, the old monk moved and slowly approached the door.

His steps were very light and he didn't make any sound. He obviously used some special force-generating technique.

When he arrived at the door, he looked at a shadow on the door with cold eyes, and his hands suddenly made a sound of breaking through the air, poking at the heart and throat of the shadow like a steel cone.

"Kacha!" The door was easily punctured, but the old monk's face became extremely ugly because he had missed the point.

Then he suddenly retracted his hands and retracted them into his sleeves.

"A few..." The door was slowly opened, and Li Si looked at the two people inside and smiled: "Iron-clawed Buddha, good work!"

"Your evasion skills are not bad." The old monk looked at the strong man in front of him with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man also stepped forward at this time and looked at Li Si coldly.

"Me? Just an unknown person." Li Si said with a smile.

What he said is correct, because after today, he will not use this skin, so he can naturally be regarded as an unknown person.

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man and the old monk had sneers on their faces.

"Unknown person, you killed the Sword of Rebirth and the Yin-faced Man. How can you be an unknown person?" The middle-aged man smiled coldly and took off his shoes, revealing a pair of feet with distinct muscles and bones.

"You said they were indeed killed by me." Li Si nodded.

Hearing what he said, the old monk on the side looked at him coldly: "What about the smiling civet cat? Were you killed too?"

"Yes, I killed her before I came here."

"Haha, what a cruel little beast." The middle-aged man chuckled, but the murderous intent on his face became more and more intense.

Hearing his words, Li Si felt a little strange and asked, "Aren't you here just to kill people? What will happen if I kill you?"

"The people we kill are all people who deserve to be killed. We came here to kill someone who insulted the Sword Immortal. How can such a righteous act be compared to someone like you who kills indiscriminately." The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

Li Si was a little stunned, and then sneered: "Kill people, kill people, what are you doing with so many names? If you don't talk about it, let's do it."

After saying that, he made a starting gesture.

He did not use a long sword this time. After all, his main purpose was not to kill people, but to hone his martial arts.

"What a arrogant boy!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. This man used to use a long sword to kill people, but now he had his hands empty. It was obvious that he didn't take them seriously.

Immediately, he moved his feet and turned into an afterimage, kicking towards Li Si's door.

Li Si raised his brows and was about to dodge the kick, but at this moment, a pair of old palms suddenly clasped down from above and headed towards Li Si's head.

The old monk took advantage of this opportunity and joined forces with the middle-aged man to attack.

Being attacked by a joint attack, Li Si turned around, grabbed the old monk's hand and pulled it, turning his body in the direction of the old monk, allowing the middle-aged man's foot to land in the empty space.

At the same time, Li Si elbowed the old monk in the heart.

The old monk was also very responsive. When Li Si attacked, he blocked his heart with his other hand.

However, he still underestimated the power of this blow and was directly knocked away by Li Si. A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing his white beard red.

At this moment, the middle-aged man missed the target and turned his body in the air. Just as Li Si knocked the old monk away, he kicked Li Si in the chest with his other foot.

Because the middle-aged man's attack was too fast, Li Si had no time to react. He was kicked and immediately took several steps back.

"Not bad." Li Si touched his aching chest and laughed.

This was the first time he had been hit since fighting against these masters, which made him feel a little excited.

Immediately, Li Si rubbed his feet like a middle-aged man, took off his shoes and socks, and stepped on the ground with his bare feet.

"You want to compete with me in kicking?" When the middle-aged man saw Li Siru like him, he narrowed his eyes with a fierce expression.

"Try it." Li Si made a start, then kicked out violently, a few points faster than the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man saw his attack, his expression changed and he stepped back suddenly.

But Li Si was unyielding and struck the middle-aged man's leg joint with his kick like a knife.

"Bastard!" the middle-aged man yelled angrily. He used force with his feet, crushing bricks on the floor, and slammed his knee into Li Si's jaw.

He immediately weakened Li Si's attack. After all, Li Si's kick was all about his feet, not his thighs.

Obviously, Li Si's previous blow had been defused by him.

Seeing the middle-aged man bumping into him with his knee, Li Si suddenly fell down, and his legs were like scissors, clamping one of the middle-aged man's legs.

Then he turned his body in the opposite direction of the middle-aged man's joints, and there was a "click" sound, and the middle-aged man's legs appeared weirdly twisted.

"Ah!!!" A scream came from the middle-aged man's mouth and he fell to the ground.

After doing these things, Li Si pulled out his legs, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said lightly: "I won."

Then he walked up to the middle-aged man and kicked him out, hitting the middle-aged man's face. There was another "click" sound, and the screams stopped immediately.

This middle-aged man was bleeding from all his orifices and was already dead.

"It's your turn." Li Si turned around and looked at the old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Amitabha, donor, why are you doing this?" The old monk looked at the middle-aged man's body with a look of sadness in his eyes.

Hearing what the old monk said, Li Si didn't say anything, but just made the starting gesture again.

"Hey, the poor monk asked himself that he is no match for the donor. How about if the donor shows kindness and lets me leave right now?" The old monk clasped his hands together with a pleading look in his eyes.

"No." Li Si said calmly.

I wanted to kill him, but now I can't beat him and I want to leave. How can it be such a good thing?

"Amitabha, I know that my martial arts skills are not as good as those of the benefactor, so I will just sit down and take refuge. There is no need for the benefactor to dirty his hands. I just hope that the benefactor will do less killing in the future." The old monk sighed, recited the Buddha's name, and then lowered his hands.

Then his breath stopped, his head drooped, and there was no sound.

Seeing this, Li Si was a little shocked.

But he immediately showed a sneer, stepped forward, and kicked the old monk in the head, causing blood to splash.

Then Li Si felt the new soul of the dead and smiled.

The old monk actually wanted to escape by pretending to die, but he never thought that he could easily distinguish between real death and fake death.

This is just like eating chicken and losing rice. This old monk didn't even fight with Li Si, and was easily killed by Li Si.

At this moment, the kid dressed as a government official laughed, walked up to the middle-aged man and the old monk, and took out his soul.

Then he looked at the soul in his hand, smiled, and looked at Li Si with a look of satisfaction.

Then the kid put the two screaming souls into the soul bag and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Li Si's faint voice came from behind him.