While stuffing tobacco into the cigarette pillow, the brothers of the Jiang family said without raising their heads: "There is an old saying in our line: Jiangnan talisman dust, Jiangbei invites spirits, Lingdong sword fire sacrifice, Bianxi Gu poison deep! Although this person's skill is Jiuyou Bloodsucking Claw, the formula of this potion seems not very pure, very similar to the practice in Bianxi Yunnan and Guizhou. The one who is most familiar with this path is Liang Mingli, which is also his strength."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Liang Mingli.

The old dwarf was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, and he was almost asleep in a daze.

When the Jiang brothers mentioned his name, they shook their little hands and rubbed their eyes, put the big backpack that had been holding in their arms aside, and stood up from their seats.

This guy is only about one meter and two meters tall. With a big head like a winter melon, he looks like a Wu Dalang.

He stepped on the chair and almost lay on the table, and then he could barely reach the iron plate.

He didn't see how he did, but he grabbed a wisp of black smoke from his broken arm. The black smoke was thin and long, and it was slowly drawn into a painting under the dancing of those little hands.

It's a face!

The face was outlined by black smoke and was suspended vividly in the air. The face looked very young, with slightly high cheekbones and deep eye sockets, and it seemed that it was not a Han Chinese.

Then, Liang Mingli grabbed another cinnabar and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and then he immediately came alive after this.

Frowning and biting his lips, it seemed extremely painful.

Everyone here is an expert, and you can tell at a glance that this must be the owner of the broken arm. The black smoke that forms the face is the thrilling and desolation of that person.

People have three souls and seven spirits. After a person dies, their souls will dissipate. Anyone with a little cultivation can gather their souls and reappear. There is nothing strange about this book.

But this man obviously only broke an arm and his life was not lost. But this old man could still use a broken arm to pull out his soul, which was extremely amazing!

Bang! I was just surprised when Liang Mingli suddenly patted his hand.

The human face immediately twisted in extreme pain, and then the black smoke drifted away, gradually forming another portrait.

This situation is extremely strange, like an invisible hand floating in the air to draw a sand painting.

There are three people standing side by side in the painting, one of which is the owner of the broken arm.

The three of them lay in the snow, staring at the front, and there was a large ship parked in the ice in the distance. It was obvious that this was the icebreaker we were on.

The black smoke flowed slowly, and the picture started to move.

The images are all made of black smoke, with only black and white colors, just like an old black and white TV floating in the air.

The square-faced man, the leader of the three, made a gesture, and the three of them jumped up together and drilled into the black hole under the snow.

As shown in the picture, it should be an ice hole on the river surface!

The three of them approached the big ship very quickly under the water like swimming fish. One of the small men crawled up close to the side of the ship like a gecko, and then the other two got on the ship.

The square-faced man made a gesture, and the three of them disappeared into the darkness in three directions.

The picture continued to flow, and at this moment only the master with broken arms was left. He jumped up and down very carefully, avoiding the patrol mercenaries.

When we approached the warehouse, we encountered a sentinel point, and two mercenaries were guarding there with assault rifles. The passage was extremely narrow and we could not detour.

The man waited for a while, suddenly jumped up and rushed over in front of the two of them.

The two mercenaries shook their bodies and then stopped moving.

He continued to run forward, as if he was very familiar with the structure on the boat, and he turned around and headed straight to the second floor, which was the guest room where we were staying.

Just as I touched the end of the corridor, a figure suddenly flashed.

Although the lights shine, it was bright and white, and it was blurry and it was a little difficult to see clearly, but it could still be distinguished that the figure was the wizard Hill. Because he was covered in a black robe and even his head was tightly wrapped, the metal mask on his face contrasted with a golden light under the light.

Immediately afterwards, the picture became chaotic and it was impossible to see clearly.

When the black smoke settles down again, it turns into a broken arm, exactly the same as the one on the iron plate on the table.

Liang Mingli clapped his hands again.

With a bang, the black smoke dissipated, and even the arms in the plate turned into a stream of black smoke disappeared.

With a clang, the ring worn on the index finger fell off and made a slight sound on the plate!

Liang Mingli spread his hands to everyone, as if saying: "My performance is over."

This skill surprised me even more.

This guy can not only extract residual souls from his broken arm, but also extract memories - there are memories about his arms!

He regarded the arm itself as an independent living body, completely extracted the memory, and then reappeared with the soul. This ability is really amazing.

For more than ten seconds, no one spoke.

I don’t know if I was also shocked by Liang Mingli’s skills, or if I had other ideas.

"It seems that this is the image." William nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Liang, for solving the mystery! After the incident, we retrieved all the surveillance records, but found no images. They cleverly avoided all the camera blind spots. Even before this, we didn't know that three assassins had actually sneaked into it."

"According to the image, what are your opinions?"

"They are Japanese!" Karov said seriously, "I have lived in the ocean for many years and have had many dealings with Japanese people. These people are very similar to...ninjas."

"You are right, it's a ninja." The brothers of the Jiang family also shook their cigarettes and said, "From their body skills, they are from the Iga lineage. These three have practiced the shadow escape technique, but where did they learn the Jiuyou blood-sucking claws?"

Japanese ninjas? What is their purpose of sneaking onto the ship?

"The focus now is not to discuss which faction they belong to, but to figure out what they are doing here? And where are the other two?" Fan Chong, a guy who seems to be a rash man, also put forward constructive opinions.

"Dead."

Hill's extremely special robot voice sounded again: "I was alarmed by the breath of death, and then I met this guy. I could feel that a total of four new dead souls were born. I thought they were all mercenaries, but since only two mercenaries died, the other two invaders should have died too."
Chapter completed!