Making Great Fortune Overnight

C127 How Did She Become like This



C127 How Did She Become like This

"Ah..." Mao Yi, who was being held by Qin Lang, let out a painful moan. On his face... A line of blood gradually appeared from his forehead to his chin. First, a trace of blood flowed out. Soon, more and more black blood rushed out. Mao Yi's eyes were wide open. He stared at the old woman in a daze, unable to believe it at the last moment of his life. The old woman he saw was so powerful. His neck stiffened. There was no longer any aura.    

    

Qin Lang was also stunned. In that instant, he saw a cold light flash past. The flash of light was only a few centimeters away from Qin Lang's head. A warm drop of blood dripped onto Qin Lang's arm. Qin Lang was shocked. He quickly let go of his hand, and Mao Yi fell powerlessly onto the ground.    

    

The old woman immediately knelt on the ground and pressed her head on Mao Yi's head. She actually used her mouth to suck the blood from Mao Yi's head.    

    

"Ssss... Ssss... Ssss... Ssss... Ssss... Ssss..." It was extremely terrifying.    

    

Qin Lang was scared to death by the scene in front of him. He didn't dare to move, fearing that the old woman would stab him with her back.    

    

A minute later, the old woman raised her head and gently wiped the blood on her lips. She murmured, "The taste is not bad. -    

    

This sentence made Qin Lang's hair stand on end. His heart was in chaos.    

    

" You... " At this moment, the old woman turned her eyes to Qin Lang. Qin Lang's heart trembled. He raised his leg and kicked the old woman. He saw her kill someone. She would definitely kill him to silence him. Qin Lang wanted to take advantage of the situation. Subduing the old woman would at least create an opportunity for him to escape.    

    

The old woman's eyes focused, and she gently pressed her hand against Qin Lang's feet. Qin Lang suddenly felt a tingling sensation. His legs went soft and he sat on the ground. Before he could react, there was a clang. Next to Qin Lang's head, there was the kitchen knife that killed Mao Yi. It was nailed to the kitchen cabinet beside him and was less than ten centimeters away from Qin Lang's face. Qin Lang looked at the blade that was still stained with blood. He unconsciously swallowed his saliva.    

    

"Since you saved my life just now, I will spare your life. From now on, I don't owe you anything! "The old woman stood up. There wasn't a trace of coldness in her eyes. There was only mockery, as if she was mocking Qin Lang for overestimating himself.    

    

What was surprising was that her voice had changed a lot. She was no longer like an old man in his 70s or 80s. Instead, she was like a woman in her 40s. The brilliance in her eyes had increased a little.    

    

As she spoke, the old woman walked towards the open window. Could it be that she came in through the window? Only then did Qin Lang realize that the window was broken. A thought flashed through his mind. What was she going to do now? Jumping off a building? This was the ninth floor!    

    

"Senior..." Seeing that the old woman seemed to have the intention of jumping off, Qin Lang shouted loudly. However, the old woman's body suddenly moved, and she had already jumped out of the window.    

    

Qin Lang immediately stood up and ran to the window. When he saw the scene outside the window, Qin Lang's mouth was wide open. He was so shocked that he could not say a word.    

    

He saw that the old woman did not fall off the building as Qin Lang had imagined. Instead, she floated down like a hero in a movie. She stepped on a shorter door outside the community and disappeared after another leap.    

    

Qin Lang looked downstairs in a daze. Until now, he still could not believe that what he saw was real.    

    

When Qin Lang recovered his senses, he looked at Mao Yi, who was lying on the ground. The blood on his head was already half dry and there was no new blood flowing out. It was as if he had been sucked dry by the old woman.    

    

Qin Lang walked around Mao Yi and walked out of the kitchen.    

    

"Qin Lang..." At this time, Wu Yiyuan carefully walked in from the door. When she saw Qin Lang, she immediately walked to Qin Lang's side to check if he was hurt.    

    

"How about him?" Wu Yiyuan asked worriedly.    

    

"Dead." Qin Lang looked at the kitchen and said.    

    

"Dead?" Wu Yiyuan was shocked. She slowly walked to the kitchen and opened the door. When she opened the door, she saw Mao Yi's mummified face lying on the ground. Her neck rolled and she bent down to vomit a few times.    

    

"How could it be like this?" Wu Yiyuan restrained the nausea in her body and walked back to Qin Lang's side. Mao Yi was the Hall Master of Flag Sect. Killing him was not a small matter. She might even have to pay with her life. "Let's run, before the people of the Flag Sect come looking for us..."    

    

Wu Yiyuan held Qin Lang's hand and was about to run out.    

    

"Sister Wu, don't worry. This has nothing to do with you. Trust me, I will take care of it," Qin Lang held Wu Yiyuan's hand and said.    

    

"Aiya, how come you don't understand? I told you that Mao Yi is not an ordinary person. He is Hall Master of Flag Sect. If the Flag Sect finds out about this, they will definitely kill him. Do you understand? " Wu Yiyuan said anxiously. She felt that Qin Lang was an ignorant university student. He did not understand society at all.    

    

"Listen to me. Listen to me. I know you might not believe me. But please believe every word I'm saying right now is true, even if I kill Mao Yi, the Flag Sect won't dare to touch a single finger of mine. I will handle this matter perfectly, alright? " Qin Lang held Wu Yiyuan's shoulder and said word by word.    

    

Wu Yiyuan did not know what to say when she saw Qin Lang being so resolute.    

    

"Alright, now you and Jia Jia go to the hotel first. I will handle the matters here!" After Qin Lang said that, he put his arm on Wu Yiyuan's shoulder and walked out. Qin Lang brought Jiajia, who was waiting for them at the entrance of the building, and found a hotel nearby. He first settled the mother and daughter down.    

    

After coming out of the hotel, Qin Lang called a taxi and went back to Zixuan Guest House. He asked Shen Wanqian to come and see him.    

    

"Young master, this is..." Looking at Qin Lang's dirty appearance, Shen Wanqian asked in fear.    

    

"Nothing." Qin Lang didn't care about his clothes right now. All his attention was on the dead Mao Yi. If the police found him first, it would attract a large number of media. This matter was not easy to deal with. "Huaihe Bay Community Building 2, Unit 1, Room 903. There is a corpse in the kitchen. The deceased is a Hall Master from the Flag Sect. His name is Mao Yi. Send someone to deal with him immediately."    

    

"Yes!" Shen Wanqian was shocked when he heard that. It wasn't because of the Flag Sect that he was shocked. It was because he thought that the dead man must have done something bad to Qin Lang. When he thought about how Qin Lang's life might have been in danger, Shen Wanqian felt extremely terrified. He told one of his subordinates to go and dispose of the corpse immediately, then returned to Qin Lang's side. He knelt down in front of Qin Lang. "Your subordinate did not protect the young master well, please punish him..."    

    

"Forget it. Get up." Qin Lang said lightly. It was an emergency tonight, even if something really happened to him. Qin Lang gave another order. Shen Wanqian then stood up and said, "Let me ask you, the one who died this time was Hall Master of Flag Sect. Will it be troublesome to deal with him? "    

    

"Young master, you are worrying too much. The Flag Sect is just a newly risen gang. Speaking of which, if you did not ask the Martial Force to eradicate the Azure Dragon Society, as long as you speak, the Flag Sect will never rise again. Shen Wanqian didn't seem to put the Flag Sect in his eyes at all.    

    

Qin Lang nodded. It was just as Shen Wanqian had said. Thinking back to the time when the third squad of the Eastern Hua Region came to Jinling University to save him, dealing with the Flag Sect should be as easy as cutting grass.    

    

"Since they dare to harm you, should we root them out?"    

    

"Not for now. Let's wait until Mao Yi is done dealing with this matter." Qin Lang said after thinking for a while.    

    

An hour later, the people Shen Wanqian sent over had received the news.    

    

"Young Master, the scene has been taken care of. Our people have removed all the surveillance cameras for Mao Yi to enter and exit the community. According to our intelligence department, Mao Yi has no relatives. In other words, no one will call the police, and now the person who might have found out about his disappearance... It's the people from the Flag Sect. What's the latest news about them? We will also be able to grasp it in the shortest time possible... "    

    

"Well done. Thank you for your hard work. Let's go back first. I'm a little tired as well." Tonight's matter was finally settled. Qin Lang felt physically and mentally exhausted. After Shen Wanqian left, Qin Lang went back to his room to sleep by himself.    

    

Two days passed peacefully. It seemed that Mao Yi's death had never happened before. In these two days, Wu Yiyuan and her daughter had been staying in the hotel. Qin Lang had been paying attention to the Flag Sect's movements. According to Shen Wanqian's report, the Flag Sect had already started sending people to search for Mao Yi.    

    

On this day, Qin Lang came out of Zixuan Guest House. He took a taxi and prepared to go to the hotel to see Wu Yiyuan and her daughter. He came to the city center and wanted to have breakfast.    

    

A family. The "Xu Ji Beef Soup" shop attracted Qin Lang's attention. The antique door face and the banner outside made people feel like they had been separated for a lifetime.    

    

The business in the shop was very good. It was almost full. Qin Lang asked for a bowl of beef soup and sat in the corner with two people on fire. While Qin Lang was eating the delicious food, there was a low sound of commentary in the restaurant.    

    

"It's so beautiful!"    

    

"Just like an immortal daughter!"    

    

"Growing up like this in less than 20 years? Who can stand it?"    

    

...    

    

Qin Lang looked up and saw a petite girl walking in. She was walking towards an empty table with her back facing him, although he did not see her face. Just by looking at her figure, the black hair on her head, and her sparkling skin, together with the other people's comments about her, Qin Lang thought that it must be Young Beauty.    

    

It was just that her red ancient style clothes made Qin Lang feel a little familiar.    

    

Just as he was puzzled, Young Beauty had already sat down. Qin Lang saw her face and unconsciously choked. A mouthful of beef soup sprayed on the table.    

    

He saw that Young Beauty was only 16-7 years old. Under her curved eyebrows were two lively eyes like stars in the night sky. Her two cheeks were pink. Her lips were thin and tender. There were two braids tied to her head with a red string. She straightened her back and sat there, neither smiling nor angry. She naturally had her own aura.    

    

Qin Lang was shocked because he recognized him. This Young Beauty was the old woman who killed Mao Yi at Wu Yiyuan's house three days ago. She was wearing the same clothes that night, although she was now a 17-18 little girl. Qin Lang was sure that this must be the appearance of the old woman when she was young!    

    

Qin Lang immediately lowered his head and drank the soup. He was extremely nervous. He was also very puzzled. He had seen her kill people. He had also witnessed her extraordinary ability. What if she wanted to kill him to silence him? Also, she was clearly a 70-80-year-old old lady. How did she suddenly turn into a 17-8-year-old girl?    

    

Young Beauty noticed Qin Lang sitting in the corner. Her face, which was neither angry nor happy, revealed a trace of a smile. However, she only glanced at Qin Lang and was no longer interested. She called out to the boss, "Why hasn't my beef soup been served yet?"    

    

Her voice was no longer the voice of an old woman in her 70s or 80s. It was the voice of a girl in her 16s or 7s. Her voice was cold.    

    


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