Chapter 899

Another burly man snorted coldly: "Are you stupid! Tang Mingge has already leaked the news, it must exist!"

Tang Mingsong and Luo looked at each other, then Tang Mingsong took Luo to a small wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

"Luo! Wait for me here properly. I will definitely help you get this secret manual!" Tang Mingsong took a deep breath: "Remember, you must hide yourself and not attract anyone's attention."

"Go quickly! I will stay here obediently!" Luo nodded obediently.

Tang Mingsong turned and left.

Tang Mingsong hurried toward the top of the mountain, carefully avoiding everyone, and ran toward the summit.

"Who's there!" Suddenly a shout came. Tang Mingsong stopped his steps and looked at the several burly men who rushed out from the bushes.

Tang Mingsong frowned. It seemed that a fierce battle was unavoidable today!

"This person is strange, actually dressing like this to come up the mountain."

"Should be an ordinary person, but coming up the mountain so late, he probably has something to do."

"Hehe, let's catch him and interrogate him to see if we can find out anything else!"

Several martial arts experts discussed it, then swarmed up and attacked Tang Mingsong!

Tang Mingsong sneered, directly deprived them of their hearing, and kept throwing hidden weapons!

In the blink of an eye, those four or five martial arts experts fainted on the ground one after another.

Tang Mingsong dragged them into the grass, tied them up, and climbed back to the top of the mountain.

"Huff!" Tang Mingsong sat on the snow and couldn't help but catch his breath.

Although the strength of these martial arts experts couldn't compare to the experts of the major sects, they were still quite good, at least making him spend some effort to solve them.

Tang Mingsong stood up and cast his gaze into the distance: "Luo! I will be back to save you soon!"

Before the words fell, Tang Mingsong's figure turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot.

…

I have to say, Tang Mingsong, who could keep an area silent, was extremely skilled at such infiltration missions.

He sneaked into the villa silently, avoided the guards, and arrived in the main hall.

A banquet was being held in the hall. Tang Mingsong took the opportunity to hide and peek at the group of martial artists beside the table.

Among this group of martial artists, there were old and young, but everyone's face was full of smiles, as if they were very happy.

Tang Mingsong narrowed his eyes: "Could it be that there is some good news?"

"Everyone! Everyone!" At this time, an old voice came from the hall. An old man walked slowly to the front of the stage: "Everyone, congratulations on finding that *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*!"

"Hahaha! Great, Boss. This is a secret manual that the Imperial Court plans to spend hundreds of millions of taels of silver to buy. If we can learn it, who would we fear!" Someone laughed out loud, his tone full of confidence.

The old man continued: "However, to practice the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*, one must have extremely strong perseverance and also be very knowledgeable about medical skills!

This thing is nothing more than a treasure that can be exchanged for money for us!"

"Boss! Then how many brothers can you take with you to sell this secret manual this time?" Everyone looked at the old man with expectation.

"Hehe!" The old man chuckled twice: "Don't worry! I have already invited both the Imperial Guard and Tang Mingge to auction this *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*.

Whoever bids the highest, we will sell it to them."

Upon hearing this, everyone instantly boiled over: "Boss is wise!"

The old man waved his hand: "Alright, stop talking nonsense. Get ready. This *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* must be guarded well. Otherwise, I won't spare you!"

Everyone nodded, indicating understanding.

……

Night fell, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Tang Mingsong took advantage of the guard shift change to guard the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*, rushed over, and hugged the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* in his arms.

"Hehehe! Luo is finally saved!" Tang Mingsong grinned and fled the villa in a hurry.

"Hey! The *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* has been snatched away! Brothers, don't sleep!" At this time, those martial arts experts heard the shout, woke up in a hurry, and scrambled out of the wooden house.

"Damn! Chase him!" The old man roared through gritted teeth and chased rapidly in the direction Tang Mingsong had fled.

Tang Mingsong slipped into the deep mountains and disappeared without a trace in a short while.

The old man chased after him in a rage, but still couldn't catch up to Tang Mingsong.

"Boss, what should we do!" Those martial arts experts followed up and looked at the old man anxiously.

The old man glared at them fiercely: "Idiots! We'll split up and chase! Once you find anything, tell each other immediately, understand?"

"Got it!" Everyone agreed one after another and ran off in different directions.

The old man sighed and could only choose one route, chasing along the deep mountains.

Tang Mingsong ran wildly while holding the secret manual, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment.

Not long after, Tang Mingsong finally saw a small village appear in front.

"Finally, I can rest!" Tang Mingsong breathed a sigh of relief and put the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* into his chest.

Just at this moment, Tang Mingsong keenly felt a gloomy and cold murderous intent sweeping over from behind.

Tang Mingsong turned his head abruptly. He saw a cold light flash. Tang Mingsong's pupils shrank, and he quickly rolled to the ground. ===== CHAPTER 900 =====

400 Countdown to Life Begins!

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh rang out, and blood sprayed.

Tang Mingsong clutched his shoulder, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

Tang Mingsong looked back with resentment, only to see a man in black holding a long sword, watching him with an indifferent expression.

The man in black exuded a thick aura of slaughter and baleful energy from head to toe.

"You really have a lot of nerve, daring to come to our Snow Eagle Gang to steal an ancient secret manual!" The man in black shouted coldly, his figure moving like a ghost as he lunged again.

The long sword in his hand glinted with a chilling edge, aiming straight for Tang Mingsong's throat.

Tang Mingsong pushed off the ground hard with his toes, his entire body retreating rapidly, barely avoiding the opponent's fatal strike.

"Good fellow!" Tang Mingsong felt horrified inside.

"You must stay here today!" The man in black shouted coldly in a low voice.

Tang Mingsong's thoughts raced; the top priority was to escape quickly, and he must not get entangled in a fight.

Thinking of this, Tang Mingsong took to his heels.

Fortunately, Tang Mingsong's Qinggong (Lightness Skill) was excellent, and combined with his ability to completely mask his sound, these people could not determine Tang Mingsong's specific location.

Tang Mingsong twisted and turned through the jungle, taking a full half-hour before he completely shook off those martial artists and returned to the small wooden hut where Luo was placed.

"Luo! Your illness can be saved; I have obtained the 'Ghost Weeping Cutting Technique', hurry up and start practicing it!"

Tang Mingsong looked at Luo lying on the bed and said, enduring his pain.

Luo opened his hazy eyes and nodded weakly.

Although Luo did not hold any hope in his heart, seeing Tang Mingsong's expectant gaze, he still decided to give it a try.

Tang Mingsong took the "Ghost Weeping Cutting Technique" from his bosom and placed it next to Luo's pillow, instructing: "You must practice hard so that you can recover to normal as soon as possible."

Luo gave a light hum.

Tang Mingsong talked with Luo for a long time before leaving.

And after Tang Mingsong left, Luo sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the "Ghost Weeping Cutting Technique".

The next morning, just as the sky brightened.

Luo, who had practiced all night, walked out of the room and saw the heavily injured Tang Mingsong collapsed on the ground, his breath becoming weaker and weaker, as if he were a candle in the wind.

Luo was startled, hurriedly helping Tang Mingsong up and checking his pulse.

Tang Mingsong's pulse was becoming weaker and weaker, and his face was pale to a terrifying degree, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.

"Mr. Tang Mingsong! What happened to you? Was it the attack last night? Why didn't you tell me in time? Don't worry, I will treat you right now!"

Saying this, Luo was about to use the "Ghost Weeping Cutting Technique" to treat Tang Mingsong.

But Luo, who had just started practicing the ancient secret manual, could not condense Qi at all, let alone perform healing.

Just then, Tang Mingsong slowly raised his palm, stopping Luo from taking any further action.

"I... am fine!" Tang Mingsong squeezed out a forced smile and said softly.

"Fine? How can you be fine!" Luo was full of shock: "Your blood is almost drained; if this drags on any longer, I'm afraid you..."

"You don't need to worry, I know my own condition, I can still hold on." Tang Mingsong panted heavily and said with difficulty.

Luo's brows knitted together: "Mr. Tang Mingsong, you must not lie to me! If your life is delayed because of me, I cannot bear it."

Tang Mingsong shook his head bitterly: "I am really fine!"

After saying this, Tang Mingsong took a paper tube out of his bosom.