Chapter 979

With the roar of the White Tiger, without using hands, feet, or weapons, Bai Lang let out a roar, and the souls of all the little devils in the entire headquarters left their bodies—this was the power of the White Tiger. There were no living people in the building, and the little devils in front of them fell to the ground one after another. Their souls were all roared away by Bai Lang. He didn't care whether there was a hell in this world or not. Anyway, he had killed them, and that was enough.

Bai Lang lifted the warhorse made of true Qi and the weapon in his hand, and walked leisurely in the headquarters full of death. "Nothing worth collecting. The Nambu 14 isn't even good enough as a collectible." And the Japanese military sword was an iron bar, and it had no collection value. Bai Lang searched for a while, and finally just used his pocket to pack a bag of silver dollars—this should be the activity fund of a certain agency, used for bribery.

Bai Lang walked out of the building, looked back, and sneered, "The killing today is not satisfying! This world actually follows the rules so strictly, then I will open a small hole for it!" It seemed that there was no way for someone like him, but this world followed the strict principles of materialism, but it was not impossible to get something out.

It was impossible for demons to transform into humans, but it was physically possible to be infused with mysterious and unknown energy, so that growth and lifespan exceeded the limit, thereby possessing some special abilities—for example, secreting hallucinogenic components and then affecting the five senses through brain waves. This was allowed by materialism. A body that exceeded the mundane and the powerful power it possessed was also acceptable to materialism.

Of course, there could be bodies that blocked pistol and rifle bullets, but there were no bodies that blocked high-speed armor-piercing bullets. This was also allowed by the rules. If it was transformed into a "metal life demon," it wouldn't be strange to block shells. Silicon-based organisms were also possibilities allowed by science.

So Bai Lang was preparing to do bad things.

This time, Bai Lang didn't stay in his hometown, but rushed west, preparing to rush directly to WLMQ—at first, he wanted to go to Xi'an because it was the geographical center of China, but then he thought that the center of the Eurasian continent was 480 kilometers west of WLMQ? Just go there to make trouble, and it would just happen to include the whole of Europe and Asia.

Bai Lang was full of energy, running in a straight line day and night. If it were a mortal, he would have died long ago. Only a guy like him, whose martial arts had reached the level of an Arhat with a golden body, could run without sleep. If he really had the ability of an Arhat, he should be able to use the "God's Foot" to get there in a few steps. As a result, he still had to run bitterly like this. Although he could run a thousand miles a day, it was ultimately a troublesome thing.

"Forget it, running is healthier!" Bai Lang comforted himself while running at a suitable speed of 120 kilometers per hour—he didn't run at night, he definitely found a good place to sleep soundly. If he was in a town, he would use silver dollars to open the way to stay in a hotel, and if he was in the wilderness, he would sleep on trees or stones. The things that could harm him in this world hadn't appeared yet.

There were also black shops that wanted to harm people, but don't say that Bai Lang looked like a rich family with fine skin and tender meat. Don't look at his big beard, hanging eyebrows, and tall stature. In the eyes of the shopkeeper and waiter who were blinded by greed, he was just a lone fat sheep from another place. And this fat sheep paid generously, and even a pocket full of silver dollars could be seen.

They immediately wanted to harm this person's life, and the method was simple—at night, the shopkeeper called the waiter, took a firearm and a big knife, went in and made a "ding-a-ling," and then threw the fat sheep's corpse to the mass grave in the night. As a result, this hit an iron plate. Bai Lang sensed it the moment they had malicious intent—he, the White Tiger Star Lord, was in charge of killing and was most familiar with this kind of aura.

At night, Bai Lang slept soundly, and four people crept up—there was no such thing as anesthetic smoke, and it wasn't a martial arts novel, so where would there be such a powerful anesthetic? The hook unlocked the door bolt, and the four people swarmed in. One person held a "dog brand" pistol, and three people held daggers and short knives and killed toward the bed—the big knife wouldn't work. Using a big knife in this place was preparing to kill his own people.

The knife stabbed over, and a metallic sound came. How could mortal weapons break the defense of the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill? The rebounding force immediately shook the dagger away, and the handle of the knife was directly inserted into the chest of the guy who made the move—it should be said that only a small section of the tip of the knife was exposed on this person's chest, and the knife, which was almost 30 centimeters long, was almost all embedded in this person's body.

This person fell to the sky, blood flowed out of his chest in streams, his lungs were crushed by the impact, four ribs were broken, and pink bubbles sprayed out of his throat, but it was dark and couldn't be seen clearly. Bai Lang sat up, reached out and pressed the skulls of the other two guys into their chests. The last one with the gun was the shopkeeper, who was actually stunned at first.

Bai Lang lit the oil lamp and smiled at him. This guy just woke up, in a state of superposition of kowtowing for mercy and shooting to kill... That's right, this guy first pulled the trigger at Bai Lang repeatedly, and then naturally knelt down as if to kowtow.

The bullet didn't hit Bai Lang at all—this place wasn't rich, and it wasn't a traffic artery with people coming and going. The "dog brand" pistol in the shopkeeper's hand was of poor quality to begin with, and it was unknown how many hands it had passed through. Anyway, Bai Lang felt that the rifling should be almost worn out. So in panic, the bullets naturally flew around, and they didn't hit even at a distance of only two meters.

It didn't matter if it hit. Unless this kind of small-caliber bullet hit a vital point, it wouldn't kill anyone. It might even be blocked by wearing a military coat of later generations... Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield was even less afraid of this kind of toy. The bullet flew away, the person knelt down, and Bai Lang was very kind. He stepped on the shopkeeper's skull and exploded it casually. The true Qi isolated the soles of his shoes and didn't even get stained with blood.

But this place definitely couldn't be slept in, so Bai Lang twisted open the door of the room two doors away and went in to sleep.

In the morning, he did it himself to get enough food and clothing, went to the kitchen to find some food, burned it and ate it, and then left directly from the back door. As for when these corpses would be discovered? That was none of Bai Lang's business.

Just like this, it took Bai Lang a week to run to WLMQ. At this time, WLMQ was still called Dihua, which was a famous big city in XJ and even Central Asia. Bai Lang came here and had a beautiful meal. He prepared to enjoy himself here for three to five days before leaving to do bad things. "Mutton, fruit... but it's really the old society. Look at the depression in the market, and there is human trafficking."

At this time, where were there those colorful clothes and skirts of later generations? Even if there were so-called Uyghur beauties—if there were any, they were also in tattered clothes. The whole place gave people a feeling of extreme hardship. Fortunately, as long as there was money, the enjoyment that should be there was always there, such as roast whole lamb...

(End of chapter)