Not only the fat man, but even Jiang Cheng was taken aback by Wu's attitude. He didn't know that he was fine just now, but suddenly, it seemed like he had taken the wrong medicine.

But Wu De's words aroused Fatty's curiosity. Compared with the doctor, Brother Wu must have stronger combat effectiveness. If he can get Brother Wu's guidance, he will improve faster.

So the fat man imitated the moves of martial arts masters in the movie, clasped his hands into fists, stared at Wu's face, and said very formally: "Then...offended."

Before Fatty could brew his emotions, Wu took the lead.

The scabbard in his hand slashed down obliquely.

Although it was just a scabbard, not a knife, Jiang Cheng and Fatty, who had seen no battles before, knew that it was this scabbard that stabbed the beater to death in the last mission.

Not daring to be negligent, Wu's movements were much faster than the doctor's, the fat man turned sideways immediately, the scabbard slipped against his clothes, and if he was too late, he would be hacked.

At this moment, Fatty's heart was suddenly overwhelmed by a burst of complicated emotions, and he actually felt strangeness from Wu.

Maybe...Brother Wu is not joking, he is really serious.

Under Wu's offensive, Fatty had no chance to fight back at all. After several moves, Fatty's condition was very bad, and several times he was in danger. If he was not flexible enough, he would have already fallen down now.

Jiang Cheng watched anxiously, if this continues, the fat man will definitely get hurt.

He wanted Wu to stop, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Wu retracted the scabbard, turned into a stab, and came straight to the fat man's chest.

No matter from Wu's speed or the position of the fat man's body, Jiang Cheng can conclude that there is absolutely no way to avoid it.

But in the next second, a shocking scene appeared. The scabbard seemed to be disturbed by a mysterious force, and it moved a few centimeters to the right out of thin air. Cooperating with the fat man's own flexibility, he barely avoided it. This knife.

The scabbard brushed along the fat man's body without hurting him at all.

Just when the fat man wanted to continue to avoid Wu's next attack, Wu retracted the scabbard, retreated at the same time, and inserted the knife into the scabbard again.

The fat man was sweating profusely, dressed roughly, and looked at Wu in surprise, "No...don't practice anymore?"

"No more training." Wu looked at the fat man calmly, and added after a while: "You performed very well, much better than this guy, keep working hard."

Naturally, the guy who knew nothing was referring to the doctor, but what really surprised the fat man was the difference in attitude before and after, and... the last sentence he said to himself, keep working hard.

In his impression, nothing would say such a thing.

"Not bad, not bad, indeed much better than me." Jiang Cheng also echoed Wu's words, with an approving smile on his face, and took a step forward, as if he wanted to step forward and pat the fat man on the shoulder, but Finally, for some reason, I gave up again.

After Wu made a move to test the fat man, he turned into a shadow form again, returned to the wall, and finally disappeared.

"Brother Wu is really powerful, doctor. In fact, I thought I couldn't avoid the knife just now." The fat man stared at his chest, and asked with lingering fear: "You said... Did Brother Wu secretly release the water and don't want me to embarrass him?"

There was a smile on Jiang Cheng's face, "It must be so, Wu He looks fierce, but he is actually very kind in his heart."

"Brother Wu is a good man. If it weren't for him, we would have died on that bus long ago." Thinking of these moments, Fatty is grateful for everyone who has helped him. Heart.

But the only thing he didn't notice was that the doctor was looking at him in the wrong way at this moment, and there was a hint of indescribable vigilance in it.

The smile on his face also seemed to be painted on. After a long time, it turned out to be a little fake.

"Fatty." Jiang Cheng asked casually, "What are you going to do later?"

Fatty came back to his senses, took a few quick steps, and found a small book under a pair of boxing gloves. After opening it, there were lines of words in it. These were the study and exercise plans made by Fatty.

The fat man raised his head seriously and looked at Jiang Cheng, "According to today's plan, the next step is to read Sherlock Holmes' detective stories and learn how to collect clues, as well as track and counterattack." track."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Very good, how about finishing these?"

"Watch a horror movie next." Having said this, the fat man showed a embarrassed expression, "Doctor, although the movie I found last time was problematic, I don't think normal people will be so unlucky. That kind of thing can last a lifetime." Just one touch is enough."

"I think so, then you should do your work first, I'm tired, go up and sleep for a while." Jiang Cheng turned and went upstairs.

The fat man watched Jiang Cheng leave, feeling the tone of Jiang Cheng's words, and his attitude towards himself. The fat man always felt a little strange. Although the doctor's plan in the past was not against him, he always had an attitude that was just as good as you liked. , has never been like today, not only supporting him, but also praising him with a good attitude.

"What's the situation?" Fatty frowned, "Why is everyone acting weird today?"

Jiang Cheng, who returned to the bedroom, seemed to have changed in an instant. He leaned against the door, dressed heavily, and there was even cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Outside... no, there was obviously something wrong with the fat man downstairs.

Fatty was transferred.

That guy downstairs... is a ghost!

He could see very clearly that at the moment Wu's scabbard was about to stab his chest, a force distorted the trajectory of the scabbard, helping him to barely avoid the knife.

Wu Ye must have sensed that something was wrong, otherwise he would never have opened his mouth to test him and wanted to compete with him.

The question now is when was Fatty transferred?

What is the origin of the ghost below?

And, most importantly, where is the real fat guy now? Is it dead or alive?

Thinking that Fatty might have suffered an accident, Jiang Cheng's whole body trembled. He didn't know, and he didn't dare to think, what would he do once it was confirmed that Fatty was killed.

A moment later ~lightnovelpub.net~ A black shadow walked out from the wall, Wu stood in front of him.

"He has something on him." Wu's voice was cold, "The thing that doesn't belong to him was the same thing just now, and it helped him avoid my blow."

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng paid attention to the movement outside, keeping his voice very low.

"When you guys were exchanging ideas just now, I noticed the existence of that thing, so I took the initiative to test it out." Wu Yan was concise and concise. From Wu's expression, Jiang Cheng knew that this matter was not simple.

"What is that?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wu was silent for a while, and finally shook his head.

"Even you don't know..." Jiang Cheng took a deep breath.

Wu raised his head and stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, as if making judgments. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Jiang Cheng's chest, "That thing has your smell on it."

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