Walking to the chair behind Els, in front of the Blood Rakshasa, Zuo Zhicheng shook his finger: "You love to scream so much, so I seal your mouth. I can let you speak now, but you better not scream."

Taking away the cloth strips stuffed into the other party's mouth, Blood Rakshasa looked at Zuo Zhicheng in front of her, and a laugh like a female ghost came from her mouth: "Who could have thought that the so-called ghost fist was actually a poor boy in Haoran's martial arts hall." Although she was laughing, there was unconcealed shock and disbelief in her eyes.

Thinking that she had been to Haoran Martial Arts Hall before and showed off her power in front of the other party, she shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"What? Senior sister, do you know him?" Els wanted to turn his head, but because his body was tied up, he couldn't move. It was Zuo Zhicheng who helped him, turned his chair around, and sat face to face with Xue Luosha.

Xue Luosha looked at Zuo Zhicheng with a sneer: "Since you have seen your true face for us, you naturally don't consider letting us go. Do you think we will tell you what you want to know?"

Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "I have seen many people who would rather die than surrender before. Many of them are less afraid of death, more crazy and more ill than you, because they have faith or have special training.

But I pried the mouths of everyone except one of them." As he said that, he hit Els' neck with a knife, knocking him out.

"Come on one by one."

"Believe me, you are not as strong as you imagined, nor as able to endure the pain as you imagined." As he said, Zuo Zhicheng had opened the drawer under the experiment table, took out a pair of pliers and a knife, and then put on a black coat, as if to prevent blood from sputtering on him.

"So the first question, what are your names?"

Five days have passed since the fierce fighting in Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall. Because Zuo Zhicheng was injured, Jiang Qing and Xiaolan have been watching it very tightly, so there is no time to draw out to interrogate these two people.

So after bandaging them, he could only send some food from time to time during the five days, and then prevent them from escaping and making them faint.

As for the method of stunning them, it is based on the hallucination ability of shit. Yes, shit, that is, methane, has a considerable hallucination ability, and is called the drugs of the poor. In the past, many poor people could not afford drugs on the earth, so they achieved similar effects through shit.

Of course, I won’t say how Zuo Zhicheng did it and how to control the degree of methane poisoning and hallucination.

I guess Blood Rakshasa and Els don’t want to know at all.

After all, Zuo Zhicheng has no concept of disgusting or dirty in his mind.

After spending several hours, Zuo Zhicheng finally pried open the information he wanted from the two of them.

First of all, the names of the two people. The real name of the Blood Rakshasa is Qin Luoni, and the man's name is Els. He is a mixed race between Westerners and Daqi people. They were adopted by Hellmen since childhood. On the surface, they were killers, mercenaries, and fugitives, but in fact they were soul-catching messengers of Hellmen.

The so-called Hell Gate is a huge evil sect in the south of the Central Plains. More than ten years ago, because they were continuously suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Palace, Mount Sumeru and the imperial forces, they gradually transferred their power to the New World.

The patrols here initially lacked the force to support themselves, while the Hell Gate lacked the soil to survive. So the two sides hit it off, and the Hell Gate and one of the three patrol Gate united, and in just over ten years, they captured more than half of the drugs, weapons, population and other businesses in the New World. They became huge monsters that have been crawling in the dark.

As for which of the three patrol supervisors who cooperated with them, Qin Luoni and Els did not have enough status, so I still don’t know.

The soul-catching messenger is the elite disciples of the Hell Gate. Each one is a monster that surpasses ordinary people, and their existence is to perform various difficult tasks.

The true martial arts practiced by Qin Luoni and Els are Fire Rift Sword and Yan Mo Golden Body.

However, Zuo Zhicheng only asked a general question about how to practice and how to use it. He still needs to repeatedly interrogate and confirm with the two people to confirm that these two guys did not commit fraud.

Rebanding the two people covered in blood, Els and Qin Luoni looked at Zuo Zhicheng with fear. Every time his fingertips touched the two people, it would cause the two people to tremble strongly.

The two of them relaxed until Zuo Zhicheng stuffed the blood-stained cloth into the iron bucket and then left with the iron bucket. But the eyes were full of despair.

While burning the garbage in the iron bucket, Zuo Zhicheng began today's practice of true martial arts.

As the martial arts of Beipeng Chutian were used, blood and muscle forces mixed together and turned into a rolling heat flow slowly in his body.

If it were his previous life, his ribs would have cracked, and he would have to rest halfway through bed. However, with his current physical fitness, after Xiaolan and Jiang Qing left, he could do some exercises with a lighter burden, but even so, there would still be a little thrust, but he could feel the power in his body became stronger after this battle.

The purple innate qi has reached 40%, and there is even a trace of innate qi penetrates to the chin.

It can be seen that the destruction in battle and the re-cultivation of the body are of great benefit to the continuous evolution of the innate qi.

‘It seems that high-intensity combat can also increase the completion of innate qi.’

He let out a deep breath and completed today's exercise. Zuo Zhicheng placed the burnt iron bucket back, then sat cross-legged in the yard, and began today's practice of nourishing Qi Haoran.

Through this period of practice, he found that his distractions were indeed decreasing, and it was easier for him to calm down, just like the Qigong meditation in his previous life.

In about half an hour, he can enter a state of one thought and ten thousand thoughts. This method and the original deep sleep method shorten his sleep time every day, which only takes about three hours. It also gives him more time to practice Qi, practice spiritual practice, and monitor the situation of the entire New Land Port.

Day by day, Zuo Zhicheng has passed through the continuous progress of his life.

About half a month later, Zuo Zhicheng confirmed that the Fire Sword and Yan Mo's golden body were indeed the correct practice and fighting methods they knew, and then killed Qin Luoni and Els. Two Qimen weapons, Killing Hongchen and Duansuyuan, also left them at his underground base.

Two once powerful Hell's elites died in the unknown corner.

The next morning, Zuo Zhicheng went to the martial arts hall with Xiaolan and started a day's work.

Speaking of which, since the Battle of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, Master Jiang has been busy with the establishment of the Martial Arts Association and has to go out early every morning. So now, for morning exercises, Jiang Qing and Zuo Zhicheng are together every day.
Chapter completed!