"Yes, it seems that you really have vision, sir." After Zhao Youfu repeated it, his voice suddenly became a little low, and it seemed like he had changed someone else.

Wu Mingkong didn't care: "That's right, I am a person. If I don't say anything else, I just have a good vision."

Zhao Youfu suddenly moved, picked up the chopsticks and poked Wu Mingkong's eye socket.

It was only suddenly that he suddenly saw that Wu Mingkong was actually blind, with a black cloth on his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a sudden slap in his heart. He obviously didn't see it just now.

It was not that he didn't see it, but that he subconsciously ignored this matter.

Wu Mingkong grabbed the chopsticks he had pricked with one hand, and with a click, he broke them directly.

"Can't help it? Your martial arts are interesting. They are simply born as killers." Wu Mingkong couldn't help speaking.

Zhao Youfu may not be able to do well, but what he did in lurking is perfect.

Superior disguise, peak muscle and bone control, and most important memory adjustment.

Before this, in Zhao Youfu's memory, he was really the unemployed vagrant at the bottom of Shuihuang Township, living a life of hunger and fullness every day.

But he never expected that this memory would be fake, just to make his acting skills impeccable.

Or to say that, this is no longer an acting skill, but a real new personality that emerges in the other party’s mind. This is what Wu Mingkong is amazed at.

I didn't expect that someone was so bold and dared to act on his brain and mental state. If he was not careful, wouldn't he be turned against him?

When Zhao Youfu heard Wu Mingkong's words, he did not say anything, but shook his hand silently. In the skin of his right arm, a lancet knife as thin as a cicada wing was thrown out by him. In an instant, the lancet knife slashed towards Wu Mingkong's neck.

"It's really an exquisite method of hiding weapons." Wu Mingkong bent over and avoided the knife. Looking at the special lancet and the skin on Zhao Youfu's arm, this layer of skin is fake. It is made of special materials to be the same as the skin. Then, the special lancet is hidden in it, and you can enter the field with weapons without realizing it.

Seeing that the horizontal splitting could not be achieved, Zhao Youfu changed his moves with the trend? Halfway through the move?                                                                                                                 

Then it’s not Wu Mingkong’s fault, you don’t follow the rules.

A sword fell on Wu Mingkong's forehead? At that time, Wu Mingkong was just a little short of kicking him out? If he kicked this kick, Zhao Youfu would have to let Wu Mingkong recite the Sutra of Rebirth for him on the spot.

"Hongshengsheng is a great success." This is the second sentence Zhao Youfu said after he restored his memory.

Then the lancet twitched? The whole person's body burst out, and a tooth in his mouth was broken by him with his true energy and then spit it out.

As soon as the teeth were released, a thick fog exploded directly. This thick fog stung the mouth and nose of the human mouth. Any normal person would definitely have red eyes and tears and tears, and he was accompanied by a violent cough. He couldn't chase after him.

Zhao Youfu is still very confident about this special smoke? And he has received special training, so this smoke cannot affect him. It is simply a weapon for him to escape.

"Don't run away, let's have a good chat."

Before leaving the kitchen door, Zhao Youfu suddenly felt a sank on his shoulders, and his whole body was directly pulled away? Wu Mingkong put his hand on his shoulders. This sound made Zhao Youfu tighten his body.

Naturally, he couldn't sit still and wait for death, and his body turned around. With the cleverness, he wanted to break free from Wu Mingkong's hand.

Everything went smoothly? Especially his operation was very smooth? The only embarrassing thing was that he did not break free from the hand that Wu Mingkong had placed on his shoulder.

Zhao Youfu couldn't help but be a little surprised? Judging from his own feelings, Wu Mingkong's hand was not strong, but he couldn't break free, which was extremely strange.

"How about it, come and have a drink?"

Wu Mingkong tried to keep him again, but Zhao Youfu was not stupid. This looked like a dragon's nest. If he stayed there, he would definitely be lifeless. And if he was shocked by the ninth-grade master in the manor, he would really not be able to escape.

Zhao Youfu may have a big misunderstanding about this. Even if he doesn't have to alarm the two sisters Su Zhi and Su Wei, he can't escape.

With a gritted teeth, the lancet in his hand slid towards his shoulders. In an instant, the flesh and blood flew up with fragments of clothes. He took advantage of the gap between flesh and blood and body, and he slipped away from Wu Mingkong's hand like a loach. Then he stabbed forward fiercely, rolled three times in a row, and the other stood up and jumped. He used his light skills to fly out of the manor like a big bird.

But he didn't notice it. At some point, a thread spread straight to Wu Ming's empty hand in his heart.

Wu Ming pulled the silk thread on his hand, and Zhao Youfu, who had already escaped from the manor, was pulled back by him. He didn't even react and sat back on the chair opposite Wu Mingkong.

Even the food on the table was missing. They had obviously eaten a lot before, and Zhao Youfu suspected that everything he had just made was an illusion. Whether it was the mist disguised as teeth that had been used, or the lancet that had been sheathed as thin as a cicada's wing, all of them were there and had not changed at all.

Even the traces of fighting were gone.

This made Zhao Youfu a little confused. What's this?

Could it be that those just now were really just hallucinations?

"Why are you stunned while eating? Come and eat food." Wu Mingkong seemed to have nothing happened before, and said to Zhao Youfu very enthusiastically.

Is this illusion a little too real?

Zhao Youfu felt a sense of absurdity in his heart, which was simply weird.

But since it's an illusion, let's do it again.

While Wu Mingkong was lowering his head to pick up food, Zhao Youfu unsheathed the lancet on his right arm. This time he was no longer choosing Wu Mingkong's neck. Taking advantage of Wu Mingkong's head to take advantage of Wu Mingkong's head to death, he would naturally have to kill him with one knife.

The lancet slashed down vertically, and his sharp power moved forward.

Then he was grabbed by Wu Mingkong's chopsticks, and it seemed a little sudden.

This scene seemed familiar to Zhao Youfu's eyes. Oh, by the way, this was the case when he poked Wu Mingkong with chopsticks before.

But before, Wu Mingkong used his hand to pick up chopsticks, but now he used his chopsticks to pick up his lancet.

It was naturally not good to encounter this situation. Zhao Youfu tried hard to pull out the lancet, but he didn't expect that the chopsticks were as steady as rocks. His strength was like a muddy bull, and there was no effect at all.

As a killer, when he encountered this situation, he naturally ran away. He immediately gave up the lancet and turned around to escape.

The teeth in his mouth were spit out again and burst into mist, which was used to cover him to escape.

This situation seems to have happened once in the hallucination?

This idea suddenly appeared in Zhao Youfu's mind.

But this time it was different. Wu Mingkong did not put his hand on his shoulder, and escaped very smoothly. He was about to leave the manor by practicing his light skills.

But the next second, he returned to the kitchen table, and Wu Mingkong said to him enthusiastically: "Why are you stunned while eating? Come and eat food."

Everything seemed to be back to the starting point.

At this time, if he suspects that this is an illusion, he will be a fool.

The scene in front of him was simply shocked. He had never expected that such a thing would happen.

Now, killing people and catching treasures are all empty. He turned around and ran away without looking back, regardless of Wu Mingkong's shouting behind him.

However, the moment before he rushed out of the manor along the wall as always, he returned here and heard Wu Mingkong's enthusiastic words again.

He has heard this sentence three times.

He seemed to be trapped here.

But he was unwilling to give up, and he would definitely escape.

Turning around, he rushed out again regardless of Wu Mingkong's shouts, and he tried to escape one by one. As a result, he would be pulled to the dining table immediately as long as he wanted to go out, and something even more terrifying happened. Once it took more than a quarter of an hour, no matter where he was, he would be reset.

Now he is a little numb. Just the time he has been struggling with, at least one day, but until now, the sky is still dark and there is no sign of lightening up.

For just a while, he tried it countless times, but every time he returned without success, he could only watch himself reset and then listen to Wu Mingkong's enthusiastic words.

But what he didn't see was that a thread on his back heart would be shortened with every reset of him, and it looked like something was burning.

What he didn't expect was that as the silk thread burned, his memory was constantly missing, but the urgency of the crisis did not make him notice these things, but instead tried to escape.

While his escape triggered the reset, it also made the thread burn more quickly.

"Where am I? What am I doing just now?" Zhao Youfu was a little confused. What he was sitting here now, and he always felt something was wrong.

These misalignments lead to a bigger problem, that is, who is himself and what is his name?

"Why are you stunned while eating? Come and eat food."

A familiar voice came again, Zhao Youfu's instinct left and started, turned around and prepared to escape to the manor, but this time, he did not return to the dining table.

Instead, the whole person seemed to be as pale as if burned to death, and seemed to be like a ball of scattered twine, constantly squirming and then melting.

In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Youfu disappeared.

Wu Mingkong looked at the messy silk thread in his hand that was constantly rising and falling.

After he clarified it clearly, Wu Mingkong compressed it into a book, and the words "Thousand Faces of Treasure Records (Proficient Level)" appeared on the cover of the book.

"This thing should be considered a skill book." Wu Mingkong was a little suspicious.

This book "Thousand Faces of Treasure Record (Mastery Level)" is a martial arts essence extracted from Zhao Youfu, including martial arts, poisons, disguise, acting skills, assassination and other complexes. Once used, you can perfectly inherit Zhao Youfu's ability.

It can be said that it was a collection of Zhao Youfu's great work in his life.

Wu Mingkong did not burn Zhao Youfu's existence, but extracted his existence and used another method to condense his whole life into the silk thread of existence. Then he slowly analyzed his various abilities and integrated them into one, which became a freshly released skill book.

Although a skill book was extracted, Zhao Youfu's existence did not disappear. Those who had a relationship with Zhao Youfu will still remember Zhao Youfu, and even the traces of Zhao Youfu in the whole world still exist, but the person is gone, commonly known as dead.

As for why he is proficient, he is only proficient in the overall situation. After all, Wu Mingkong takes the average number, not the highest number.

His ability is equal, so he can only be considered proficient.

So he now has a question, which is who to ask for experiment with the authenticity of this skill book. According to his data, this thing is indeed a skill book, the kind that can be learned by just a snap of the book, which is very convenient.

But the data is just data, and Wu Mingkong thinks he has to find someone to try it.

"Brother, why are you making noises here?" Wu Lin also heard the movement. He had just entered the meditation and heard the sound, so he naturally came over to take a look.

"Oh, I picked up this skill book." Wu Mingkong said.

"Skill Book? By the way, where is that Zhao Youfu?" Wu Lin suddenly realized why there were fewer people.

The two sisters Su Zhi and Su Wei also rushed over and found that nothing seemed to be wrong. It should be Wu Mingkong who was making trouble again.
To be continued...