Gou Became a Martial Saint In Another World

  Chapter 5 Return to Reality

  The night was dark.

  Three figures sneakily approached Yang Fang from the far corner of the wall.

   It is now in the middle of the night.

  Zhao Gang and the three were very courageous, and last night the masters of the Sanhe gang had already killed an evil spirit, so the three took risks and moved towards Yang Fang's residence.

   "Brother Gang, the lights are out, so he should be asleep already."

  The whisper of a big man sounded.

   "Take out the drug."

   Zhao Gang whispered.

  A big man next to him immediately took out a black tube from his arms and handed it to Zhao Gang.

  Zhao Gang wet his fingers, gently tore open the window paper, inserted the tubular object into Yang Fang's room, and blew vigorously.

  Yang Anxin was startled, and quickly covered his mouth and nose.

   Drugged?

  This is Zhao Gang?

  He could almost stop the voices outside the door clearly.

   These three guys want to harm themselves?

   He gripped the long sword tightly, startled and angry.

  After waiting quietly for a while, Zhao Gang's voice sounded again outside the door, "It should be fine, pry the door open!"

  A big man pulled out a dagger, gently inserted it into the crack of the door, and began to fiddle with the door bolt, slowly turning the door bolt to one side.

   "It's done!"

  The big man's eyes flashed, and he gently opened the door.

  The three of them held their breath, fanned the strong smell of medicine in front of them vigorously, held a dagger, and rushed towards the bed quickly, as if they wanted to stab Yang Fang to death on the bed.

   But right now!

  Yang Fang, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly moved.

  The long sword in his hand seemed to suddenly have life, and the sword went with him as fast as lightning.

   Poof! puff!

  Blood light splattered, and the sharpened sword tip quickly passed through the bodies of the two big men, causing them to scream, which soon stopped abruptly.

  The only remaining Zhao Gang suddenly changed his face, and quickly turned his head, he couldn't believe it.

"What."

   As soon as he was about to speak, Yang Fang's sword quickly attacked violently.

   Thirteen Swords of Gale Wind!

  Although it was just the most common sword technique on the road, when he used it with all his strength, it was still like a violent storm.

  Combined with the fact that it was dark night, the stars were scattered, and only blurred light could be seen, Zhao Gang was terrified to the extreme at this moment, and he himself was half-baked in martial arts, so he could only wave a dagger indiscriminately to resist.

   Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

   Sparks burst out, and he swung his dagger indiscriminately, blocking Yang Fang's sword moves more than a dozen times.

  However, Yang Fang's long sword left seven or eight holes on his body, and he screamed miserably, begging for mercy in horror, "Who are you? I am the younger brother of Zhao Hu from the Sanhe Gang."

  He still doesn't know that it is Yang Fang who is frantically throwing swords at him.

  Yang Fang didn't say a word, and cast the Thirteen Swords of Blast Wind frantically.

The injury on Zhao Gang's body became more and more serious, and his reaction became slower and slower. With a clang, the dagger fell, and Yang Fang pierced his shoulder with a sword, pushing against his body, and slammed into the wall fiercely, screaming in pain. .

   "Spare me!"

  Zhao Gang spoke in horror.

   "Why did you kill me? Why?"

  Yang Fang had a gloomy face, holding the long sword firmly in his palm.

   "It's you!"

  Zhao Gang stared wide-eyed, terrified, and said, "Yang Fang, spare me, you can't kill me."

  Yang Fang hit the long sword hard again, and said coldly, "I'll ask you again, why did you kill me?"

"I am a ghost. Half a month ago, someone saw you fished a piece of black crystal from the place where the Mongolian chamber of commerce capsized. I want that piece of black crystal. Please spare me. My brother is Zhao Tiger."

   Zhao Gang said in fear.

   "Your brother is Zhao Hu."

  Yang Anxin said with a gloomy head, "Then I can't keep you!"

  Pfft!

He pulled out the long sword vigorously, and stabbed fiercely again, this time piercing directly from the center of Zhao Gang's chest, and stabbing out from the back, with a bang, Zhao Gang's eyes widened, and his hands struggled to grab Yang Fang, but it was gone in the end. any strength.

  Yang Anxin's head was pounding, his breathing was short, and his whole body was almost exhausted.

   Killed!

   And it killed three people in a row.

He was very nervous, but he knew he couldn't leave the corpses here, so he quickly searched among the corpses of the three people, and found a total of 40 Wen, then he found some old clothes, wrapped them around the corpses, and started Processed one by one.

  Once it is known that he killed Zhao Gang, his fate will definitely be terrible.

  Yang Fang didn't dare to slack off, taking advantage of the dead of night, he carried the corpses to three different directions.

   One was thrown into a small ditch tens of meters to the east.

   One was thrown into an alley a hundred meters behind.

   Another one was thrown into an alley in the north.

   After doing all this, Yang Fang felt a strong sense of exhaustion.

  He suddenly realized that the clothes on his body were also stained with blood. He immediately took off the clothes, hurried back home, locked the door, took the brazier, and burned the clothes.

  After burning the clothes, he suddenly saw the dripping blood on the ground, his expression changed immediately, he quickly fetched tools, and started to deal with it overnight.

   More than an hour has passed.

  Yang Fang finally took care of everything, and his whole body was sore.

   "There should be no trace left."

   His heart was uneasy.

  Suddenly thought of the black spar that Zhao Gang had mentioned before, and immediately searched in the room.

   Not long after, Yang Fang found a black crystal about the size of an adult's fist from a box under the bed. It was six-sided, quite mysterious, and swarthy.

   "This is Black Crystal?"

  Yang Fang frowned.

   But what does this do?

  Can it be sold for money?

  While he was observing, suddenly his left arm tingled, as if it was burning.

  He looked quickly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart skipped a beat.

   0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 58 seconds.

  57 seconds.

  56 seconds.

   "Are you going to travel back? Is it really possible to travel back?"

  He was very excited.

  He doesn't want to stay in this world for a quarter of an hour.

  In the real world, he was a law-abiding, good young man who sat in the office every day and would never be in any danger, but now that he traveled here, he was not only full of dangers everywhere, but was actually forced to kill people.

  No one can accept it.

  Yang Fang immediately hid the black spar again, lay obediently on the bed, and began to wait for the time to pass.

   Never was there any moment when his heart was so excited.

  Time is one minute and one second.

  Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness came again, making his eyelids feel heavy, and his body spun rapidly as if he was sinking into a bottomless abyss.

   I don't know how long it took before this spinning feeling began to disappear slowly.

   His eyes were bright again.

brush!

  Yang Fang opened his eyes again, showing surprise, and got up from the bed suddenly.

   Still in your own home!

   To be precise, it is the home of the previous life.

   Really came back through time travel.

  Lamp tube, bed, white shirt, kitchen knife and fruit knife pinned to waist.

  Everything is exactly the same as before.

  He quickly took out his phone to check the time.

  I saw that the current time is exactly 8:05 in the evening.

  The date is still the same day, August 12th.

  The year has not changed.

   "Just an hour has passed?"

  Yang Anxin was shocked and felt unbelievable.

  He passed about three days in that world, but in reality, only an hour passed.

  He quickly looked at his wrist again.

  The wrist is the same as before, the skin is intact, without any writing.

   Everything before was like a dream.

  But soon a wave of information came from his mind, making him realize that this was not a dream.

  (end of this chapter)