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Volume 1 Chapter 114 Breath Holding Technique

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    Chapter 114 Breath Holding Technique

    "Holy shit, what the hell is this place? Why is it so hot?" This was the first thing he said when he sat up. Then, he looked at the sky intently, pondered for a moment, and finally understood his situation.

    "Little little brother, are you okay?"

    "Huh?" The young man lowered his head and looked at the person who asked him, smiled slightly and said, "Who are you?"

    "Me?" The questioner was stunned for a moment and said tremblingly: "Imy name is Lao Zeng, and I ama fisherman!"

    "A fisherman?" the young man said amusedly, "Strange, why am I on your boat?"

    "You?" Lao Zeng was speechless: "I fished you out of the river! In other words, I am your savior, do you understand? Boy!"

    "Oh" The young man nodded seriously, and then said with a smile: "Uncle, how can you prove that you saved me?"

    "I" Lao Zeng smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, it's not a big problem, as long as you are alive now. By the way, little brother, where are you from?"

    "Me?" The young man smiled slightly: "Jiangnan."

    "Jiangnan City?"

    "yes!"

    "Oh my God!" Lao Zeng exclaimed: "If I remember correctly, Jiangnan City should be more than fifty kilometers away from us!"

    "What? More than fifty kilometers?" A look of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, and he also exclaimed loudly: "Uncle, where is this place?"

    "Xin'anjiang!"

    "Xin'an River?" The young man was stunned for a moment, knowing that the man in front of him did not understand what he meant, so he said again: "Uncle, you misunderstood. I am not asking you what the name of this river is, but where is this place?"  ?Where? What¡¯s the name of the place?¡±

    "Xin'an River." Lao Zeng said matter-of-factly: "Our place is called Xin'an River. Not only this river, but our city is also called Xin'an River."

    "This" The young man felt a little ashamed, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

    At this moment, Lao Zeng asked again: "By the way, little brother, who are you? Why are you okay after soaking in the water for so long? Logically speaking, the average person can suffocate in the water for a few minutes.  He's already dead, but nothing happened to you."

    "Oh, this" The young man smiled slightly and explained: "This is called breath holding. It is a life-saving martial art taught to me by my master when I was a child. Once used, I will fall into a state of suspended animation.  You can live without eating, drinking or breathing for twenty-four hours. By the way, uncle, my name is Murong Qingyu. You saved me, but I don¡¯t know your name yet."

    "Haha, me?" Old Zeng laughed and said, "My name is Zeng Ba'ai, nicknamed Zeng Erliang, and I am a fisherman." As he spoke, he turned around and pointed at the middle-aged man beside him, and introduced: "This is  Zhao Tongli, he is a fisherman like me, and he also helped me a lot when I rescued you just now."

    "Really sad? Looking for pain?" Murong Qingyu felt amused and nodded: "The names of the two uncles are really unique!" As he said, he stumbled up from the bow of the boat and touched his own  With a smile on his face, he said to Old Zeng: "Uncle Zeng, do you have a mirror?"

    "Mirror?" Lao Zeng shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "What use do we fishermen need of that thing? Little brother, if you really pay attention to your own image, just face the water and do your makeup.  Well, the water in our Xin'an River is very clear."

    "That's fine." Hearing this, Murong Qingyu nodded, walked to the water's edge, confidently made a pose, and looked into the water.

    "Ah¡ª¡ª!" Looking at himself in the water, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God, is this still me?"

    He realized that at this time, the person in the water was completely bigger than before, with a swollen face, messy hair, and a bulging belly He looked like a fat man.  The handsome silhouette he once had was gone.

    "Little brother, don't be surprised." At this moment, Zhao Tongqian walked up behind him, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Because you have eaten a lot of water, your current body shape has changed slightly from before.  It¡¯s normal. Just vomit the water in your stomach and get more sun, and I think you¡¯ll recover quickly.¡±

    "Hey, that's the only way it can be." Murong Qingyu smiled bitterly, feeling disappointed in his heart.  Now that such an image made him walk out, he felt it was better to die.

    In the following time, Murong Qingyu vomited all the water in his stomach according to the method described by Zhao Tongli, and then sat on the bow of the boat, watching the two of them fishing and basking in the sun.  At the same time, put the pants onHe took out the wallet in his pocket, took out the bank card and ID card inside to dry, and began to ponder the next plan in his mind.

    Through the little memory he had before he fell into coma, he roughly recalled the scene of the fight.  In addition to the big guy, Wang Zhiguang, and the four kings of the southeast and northwest, the opponent also has hundreds of fully armed prison guards, and our own combat power happens to be equal to that of the opponent.  If we talk about a battle based on the battle concept of generals against generals and small soldiers against small soldiers, the casualties on both sides will definitely be extremely tragic.

    Not to mention what will happen to Situ Haoran and others, more than half of the brothers from the 'Yongle Club' will definitely die.  After all, it was a battle where the enemy was ambushed.  With real swords and guns, neither side will show mercy.  The battle will not stop until the end, when one side is completely wiped out.

    At this moment, Murong Qingyu felt his heart hurt like a knife.  This was his most unsuccessful battle since his debut.  If it weren't for his underestimation of the enemy, if the steps had been arranged more comprehensively, the defeat wouldn't have been so tragic.  Now, not only did he almost kill himself, but Situ Haoran and his brothers from the 'Yongle Club' were also greatly implicated.  Five years of hard work were wasted, and the ¡®Yongle Club¡¯ ceased to exist.

    "Failed!" Thinking of this, Murong Qingyu angrily raised his fist and hit the ship heavily.  Suddenly, the whole ship shook violently.  Suddenly, a small black object fell from his hair and rolled to the ground.

    "Huh? What is this?" Looking at the small object intently, Murong Qingyu had doubts in his eyes.  I picked it up and put it in front of me and looked at it, and finally understood everything.

    ?Through observation, he discovered that this was a high-precision communication instrument, similar to a bug. It was made with the same color as hair, so it was not easily detected.  In other words, I have been monitored by this thing since I left Area 11.  And every move he makes is completely under Teng Tianrui's control.

    With this device, Teng Tianrui can know his movements at any time, what he has said, where he has been, and even the frequency and speed of his walking.

    "What a terrifying enemy!" With a sigh in his heart, Murong Qingyu crushed the bug in his hand to pieces.  The hatred between brothers is irreconcilable!  Anger slowly ignited in his heart.
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