Chapter 38: Pursuit and Pig Face Mask
Translator: 549690339
The truth revealed, Shen Ziming showed no surprise on his face.
Ever since Chen Sheng kept scrolling through his phone, he had a premonition.
“Aren’t you afraid of ?
Shen Ziming asked with a smile.
Facing his question, Chen Sheng was calm.
“If you wanted to kill , you would not have told to run away.”
That’s true,
but in reality, Chen Sheng’s muscles were tense all over his body, and he had Li Chenghu’s chat window open on his phone.
As soon as sothing went wrong, he planned to run away imdiately.
Naturally, it’s best to escape.
But if he couldn’t, he would tell Li Chenghu what he knows.
As the two talked,
Shen Ziming’s complexion visibly improved at a rapid pace.
He leaned his hand on the sofa and slowly stood up.
Chen Sheng also stood up, maintaining a distance of two ters from Shen Ziming at all tis.
Noticing Chen Sheng’s movent, Shen Ziming smiled slightly, not caring.
“I’m sorry, Brother Chen.”
“I don’t mind telling you so things, but it’s been five minutes.”
“With that person’s alertness, he’ll probably check the place soon.”
“If he sees you, or you see him, you’re dead.”
Shen Ziming walked quickly towards the balcony.
“I’ll go out in a while, and you should slip away the opposite direction.” “But it’s better not to call the police, trust , it’s for your own good.” Upon arriving at the balcony door,
Xu Ziwen turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Chen Sheng.
“Thank you for carrying up earlier.” “If I don’t die, I’ll definitely repay this favor.”
Having said that,
Shen Ziming pushed the door and went out.
Stepping onto the balcony, he made a gentle leap.
He jumped straight down from the third floor.
Chen Sheng stood still, watching Shen Ziming.
His gaze did not linger until the latter’s figure disappeared into the night.
Looking at his own phone,
Chen Sheng’s face showed a hint of indecision.
On the screen, Li Chenghu’s chat window remained open.
In front of the wooden house.
Thud-Thud.
Shen Ziming knocked on his own door.
“It’s .”
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door and entered.
But in the darkness, one could see the silhouette of a figure sitting next to the wooden table.
“Is teaching fun?”
A hoarse voice with a hint of frivolity sounded in the darkness.
“It’s all right, the kids are quite cute.”
Shen Ziming’s tone was just as relaxed.
The two talked like old friends, casually catching up.
Sizzle—Sizzle.
The light flickered and the room lit up.
Sitting in the chair was a man in black clothes wearing a pig face mask.
“I wonder if your students, if they knew their teacher was a fugitive, would be too scared to sleep at night.”
From the two holes in the mask, a pair of triangular eyes settled on Shen Ziming, filled with playful ridicule.
“What do you think, Teacher Xu?”
The pig-faced man sarcastically addressed him as Teacher Xu repeatedly, heavy with irony.
“I found half of what you want.”
“At the sa ti, I also got a clue to the other half.”
Unmoved by the sarcasm, Shen Ziming simply said two sentences, successfully drawing the man’s attention.
The pig-faced man imdiately held out his hand. “Give it to , and your running away will be forgiven.”
“Fine. ”
Shen Ziming agreed straightforwardly.
Then, he pulled a wooden box from under the bed.
When the wooden box was opened, it contained several sheets of paper.
The paper looked aged, with yellowing edges.
However, the paper was still in perfect condition, with no damage.
From this, it was evident that the owner had taken great care of it.
There were crooked characters written on the paper, which did not look like modern script.
Shen Ziming took out the paper and walked towards the pig-faced man.
As he walked, he talked.
“What I found is just a part of the Breathing Technique.” “The corresponding Stance practice, I am still investigating.”
“No matter, give the Breathing Technique first.”
The pig-faced man stared intently at the paper in Shen Ziming’s hand, his eyes full of eagerness.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Shen Ziming walked very slowly.
Impatience gradually showed in the pig-faced man’s eyes.
“You don’t want to try any tricks—”
Whoosh!
Before he could finish,
Shen Ziming swung his arm and threw half of the paper at the pig-faced man.
The paper fluttered in the air, the pig-faced man didn’t even bother with Shen Ziming, he just stood up and tried to catch it. At that mont,
Thump!
The fist suddenly broke through the pages and aid a punch at the pig-faced man’s face.
Seeing such a precious thing being destroyed, the pig-faced man’s eyes turned red imdiately.
“You’re courting death!”
He roared angrily, his arm moving faster than his cry, turning into a black line aid straight at Shen Ziming’s fist.
The next second,
The fists collided.
Without any pause, Shen Ziming’s body was swept away by trendous force and flew out.
Bang!
The fragile wooden house was instantly broken open with a large hole in the intense impact.
Shards scattered,
Shen Ziming fell heavily to the ground, fresh blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth.
At this mont, his entire arm was filled with needle-like pain, almost losing consciousness.
But he didn’t dare to pause for a mont.
Taking advantage of the pig-faced man still collecting the pages, Shen Ziming quickly got up from the ground and ran away in the distance.
Inside the house,
The pig-faced man carefully collected all the pages containing the Breathing Technique thod and put them carefully into the lining of his clothes. He didn’t leave out even the fragnted pages on the ground, collecting them one by one.
When all this was done, he quickly walked out of the wooden house.
Looking around,
Many of the residents in the area were awakened by the noise.
People were standing by the window, their silhouettes peering out. Soone was even holding a phone, seemingly calling the police.
“Damn dog.”
The pig-faced man adjusted his mask, making sure it covered his face completely.
He looked in the direction where Shen Ziming had escaped, and his eyes were full of rolling murderous intent.
Half of the Breathing Technique was still in Shen’s possession.
No matter what, he couldn’t let this bastard escape.
With that thought,
The pig-faced man pushed off the ground and shot out like an arrow, chasing after Shen Ziming.
Ten minutes later,
On the hill behind Wutong Village.
Shen Ziming’s figure swiftly passed through the mountain forest.
Not far behind him, the pig-faced man pursued relentlessly. Shen Ziming looked back.
The distance between the two was gradually shrinking.
He could even clearly see the cold light flashing in the pig-faced man’s eyes.
But Shen Ziming still didn’t give up.
From start to finish, he had never thought about defeating the pig-faced man.
After all, the opponent was a Fifth-order Covert Strength Martial Artist, while ha
If they really fought, he would undoubtedly die.
The only way to survive lay ahead.
During the graveyard sweeping a few days ago, he had already surveyed the terrain.
There was a river several hundred ters ahead.
As long as he reached there, he would have a chance to escape.
Now, it was a race between him jumping into the river first or the pig-faced man catching up to him.
Three hundred ters.
Hearing the increasingly closer movents from behind, Shen Ziming’s heart was pounding at an unprecedented speed.
The constantly secreted adrenaline caused his speed to increase even more.
Two hundred ters.
He could even faintly hear the sound of rushing water.
One hundred ters!
Fifty ters!
A glimr of joy flashed in Shen Ziming’s eyes.
It was right in front of him!
Just a little more!
However,
Just as the river was in sight,
A sudden roar sounded behind Shen Ziming’s head.
“Bastard, keep running!”
Following it,
A breaking air sound approached.
Without having ti to think, Shen Ziming crouched down and lunged forward.
The fist narrowly grazed the top of his head.
But Shen Ziming rolled over several tis on the ground. When he got up again,
He was greeted by the fist growing larger in front of his eyes.
“Die! ! !
In this critical mont,
Shen Ziming couldn’t dodge and had to raise his arms to block.
Crack!
The next mont,
Accompanied by the sound of shattering bones, Shen Ziming’s figure was thrown out again, landing helplessly just a few ters away from the river.
Seeing the destination right in front,
He struggled to try to get up.
Stamp!
A foot suddenly stepped on his back, pressing down his body that he had finally propped up.
“You’ve got guts.”
The pig-faced man’s icy voice ca from above. “But don’t worry. ” “I’ve got plenty of ti to slowly torture you.”
With that,
The pig-faced man lifted his foot, preparing to kick Shen Ziming unconscious and take him back to a secluded place for interrogation.
Whoosh!
Suddenly,
A sharp whistling sound ca from behind and quickly approached..
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