The King of Puns (2)
Jiang Ming took out a small paper bag from his clothes, opened it, and took out a trace of yellow powder. He gently blew it into Miss Shuang’er’s nose, and her breath suddenly became more stable.
“If you inhale my improved bewilderment powder that has been added with more than a dozen poisonous mushrooms, you won’t be able to wake up for four hours, even if the sky falls.”
He put on his clothes and got out of bed. He stood in front of Miss Shuang’er’s mirror. No one could see how he did it, but the muscles on his face began to slowly change. From a handsome young man, he eventually turned into a big man with a fierce face.
“This disguising technique is really amazing!” Jiang Ming touched his face and mumbled to himself. Even his voice had become completely different.
The disguising technique he had obtained from the vendor was actually divided into two parts.
The first part was to apply makeup on the face, which was, at best, a low-level trick. The second part required a third-class martial artist to use the blood Qi to the face, changing the distribution of facial muscles and the thickness of vocal cords. Even if one’s close relatives were in front of them, they would not be able to recognize them.
“It’s time for me to use this identity,” Jiang Ming muttered to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror.
The best way to kill someone and escape was not necessarily to sneak attack with a mask or to escape a thousand miles away.
For Jiang Ming, who had mastered the art of disguise and had a golden finger, there was a better way.
After the disguise was completed, Jiang Ming gently opened the window, jumped out, and then closed the window again.
In one of the houses, Jiang Ming stole a set of clothes and changed into them. Then, he hid his clothes in a dilapidated house that had been empty for a long time. He was taking several steps to make sure he was not going to be caught.
A moment later, a fierce-looking muscular man walked out with a majestic gait.
He first went inside Qinghe Tower again!
“My Lord, please come in!” The familiar brothel madam greeted him with a smile.
The muscular man snorted and said in a rough voice, “I don’t want to play with women today. Young Master Shi has something to tell me. Where is he now?”
“Young Master Shi is in room A1 on the second floor” The brothel madame was frightened by the fierce-looking muscular man’s scary aura and quickly answered.
The fierce-looking muscular man pushed her away and strode upstairs!
The brothel madame reacted and hurriedly chased after him, screaming, “Where are you going? Who are you?”
“That’s none of your business! Maybe I’m Young Master Shi’s grandfather!”
He kept striding forward without a second thought. Here was here for a reason today.
His wild laughter resounded through Qinghe Tower. With a loud bang, a door on the second floor was kicked to pieces, and wood debris flew everywhere.
“It’s time for you to die, Shi Junhong!”