As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming pulled his hand out of his opponent's chest and looked at him indifferently, "You're too loud!"

The leader of the punks was terrified. He wanted to say something, but his life force was fading rapidly. In the end, he fell to the ground and became a corpse.

Jiang Ming's eyes were calm. After coming to this world for so long, this was the first time he took the initiative to kill someone.

It was a little risky, but so what if it was?

Jiang Ming did not want to be a hero. He just wanted to make sure he had no regrets left when he had reached his goal.

On the snowy ground, warm blood was flowing, emitting wisps of steam.

"How dare you?"

The other two gangsters were so scared that they looked at Jiang Ming in anger. They could not imagine that Jiang Ming would dare kill their people.

Moreover, Jiang Ming punched through the chest of their leader, which made the two of them even more horrified. Was this guy a martial artist?

A martial artist was actually hiding in Peace Town. This was simply inconceivable!

"You... You're dead!" One of the men's faces was as pale as a sheet of paper, but he still shouted, "You're dead! Even if you're a martial artist, you'll die a miserable death for killing people from the Old Snake Gang."

"Is that so?" As long as no one knows that I'm the one who killed them, won't it be fine?" Jiang Ming said with a faint smile.

"What?"

The two of them were stunned, and then their bodies turned cold as they looked at Jiang Ming in horror.

What was this person trying to do?

"Run!"

The two of them turned around and ran away at the same time.

However, the speed of these two people was too slow in the eyes of Jiang Ming, who was a martial artist.

He stomped on the ground, causing snow and ice to fly in all directions. His figure leaped out like a fierce tiger and landed behind one of the men in an instant. He grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and like a tiger's claw, he twisted it.

The crisp sound of a neck breaking rang out, and the skin and flesh were easily torn apart like paper. A large head flew out, and blood spurted out of the chest, splashing three feet high into the air.

The other punk heard the movement behind him, and his legs went weak. He tripped on a stone and fell into the snow.

A strong wind whistled behind him. He turned his head in fear and saw a foot falling from the sky and stepping on his chest.

As if a rubber ball had exploded, dark red blood and broken bones mixed together, splashing on the ground in the shape of a butterfly.

When Jiang Ming returned to the Li family, he saw that Elder Li and the other two were untying Li Zhuang's rope. The latter had also slowly woken up, but he was still a little confused about the situation.

When Li Qingqing and her husband saw Jiang Ming, their faces were filled with fear.

"Ming, you've done too much!" Elder Li's face was full of guilt. "It's all my fault."

He knew very well that Jiang Ming would bring himself a lot of trouble by killing these people.

"If you really feel apologetic, pack up your bags tonight and leave Great Cloud City with your family. Don't ever come back," Jiang Ming said lightly.

Elder Li's expression froze.

"This is a world of Ice and snow. How are we going to escape?" Li Zhuang, who had just woken up, could not help but say, "This is no different from seeking death."

Jiang Ming glanced at him, "If you stay here, you'll die faster ..."

Li Zhuang was speechless.

"Tomorrow morning, I don't want to see any people in this courtyard." Jiang Ming shot a deep look at Elder Li and turned to leave.

Elder Li's heart trembled. He felt that the young man in front of him, who was usually calm and collected, was like a demon at this time.

"Qingqing and I saw him killing people." Thinking of this, Elder Li's body turned cold. He somewhat understood what Jiang Ming meant.

"Forget it, forget it. There's no place in the world that I can't go to. This Great Cloud City will just be a waste if I leave now."

* * *

"Li Zhuang may look silly, but Elder Li is a smart man. He knows what to do."

Jiang Ming thought so in his heart. He picked up a hatchet from the corner of his courtyard and strode in a direction. He raised the bottle of wine he had brought back from the pub and gulped it down.

"Since we're going to kill them, then let's kill all the troublesome punks in this town."

As the strong wine entered his throat, the ferocity in Jiang Ming's heart was also stimulated.

He, who had lived two lives, had only lived for a few decades. How could he be like an old monster who had lived for thousands of years and could turn a blind eye to injustice?

"Uncle Ba has taken so much money from me these past few months; let's settle this account as well."

His footsteps creaked in the snow, and the world was quiet. Every household in Peace Town had its doors tightly closed. What had happened during the day made everyone in the town feel insecure, and no one dared to show their faces on the streets.

Jiang Ming finished the last mouthful of wine and threw the bottle aside.

He started singing.

* * *

In a small stone wall courtyard that occupied quite a large area, the lights were brightly lit, and the sounds of drinking and quarreling could be heard.

Jiang Ming stood in the dark outside the wall, listening to the arrogant voices of Uncle Ba and those punks coming out of the room, his face as calm as stone.

"Uncle Ba, your plan is not bad. You'll definitely be able to fish out Li Zhuang," an unfamiliar, deep voice said.

Uncle Ba laughed and said in a rough voice, "What's this compared to you, Elder Tong? After we capture Li Zhuang, I'll invite his sister over for Elder Tong to have a look."

"That's not good, haha!" The unfamiliar voice clicked his tongue and then burst into laughter.

"Elder Tong, you're an expert who'll become a martial artist in the future. I'll be counting on you to take good care of me in the future! "Uncle Ba quickly struck while the iron was hot. "There are too many troublemakers in this town; it's really making me annoyed and impatient."

"Oh?" Elder Tong snorted arrogantly, "Who still dares to provoke the Old Snake Gang?"

Uncle Ba quickly said, "There's a guy called Jiang Ming. I heard that he's been learning from Master Zhou for two days. His skills are amazing. We really can't take care of him."

"Good skills? Hehe!" Elder Tong laughed coldly. "After this matter with Li Zhuang is settled, I'd like to see how many of my punches Jiang Ming can take!"

"Many thanks, Elder Tong!" Uncle Ba's excited voice sounded. Jiang Ming, who was standing outside the wall, seemed to see his flattering look.

"Uncle Ba, you still want to mess with me?" Jiang Ming smiled silently. He spread out a bag of pale yellow powder in his hand and gently blew it. It drifted along with the wind to the courtyard and seeped into the room through the crack of the window and door.

After several months of collecting herbs, Jiang Ming had tasted all the plants in the mountains and found many wonderful medicines. This pale yellow powder was the spore of one of the poisonous mushrooms after being dried. It was not fatal, but it could make the limbs of the person who inhaled it become weak.

Jiang Ming carried a hatchet, kicked open the courtyard door, and strode in.

"Who is it?" There was a punk standing against the wall in the courtyard. When he heard the noise, he quickly turned his head, but his body went soft, and he fell to the ground.

Jiang Ming did not even look at it. His knife slashed down diagonally from the neck to the waist, directly cutting it into two.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the blade red.

Jiang Ming was expressionless. He pushed open the door of the main house and stepped in with the bloody hatchet in his hand.