The Earth is Online - Chapter 9

[Chapter nine]

It was late autumn in November and the weather was cold, so Tang Mo wore a woolen sweater and a coat. A cold, sharp object pressed against his back waist tightly, poking the thick clothes into a small round hole.

Tang Mo maintained his half-standing posture and didn’t move. He noticed that it was a knife.

But the man couldn’t wait any longer: “Damn, give me your wallet! Hurry up! Or I will cut you down!”

Tang Mo’s voice was calm: “Take the knife back a little bit, let me stand up, and I’ll give you the wallet.”

“So much nonsense.” The man moved the knife back a little.

Tang Mo stood up, didn’t turn his head to look around, and handed over the wallet. In just an instant, the wallet was snatched away. The rough male voice scolded: “Fuck, that’s all? This car is yours, right? Is the key on it?”

“exist.”

“You don’t move Laozi, or you will be hacked to death.”

Tang Mo didn’t turn around, and took the knife that was resting on his waist away. He heard the other party open the door and tried to start the car. After making sure it could start, he slammed the door shut.

Tang Mo said loudly, “My luggage is in the trunk, can you let me take it?”

The sound of the car started for a while and then stopped. The man said impatiently: “Why are you doing so much shit. Your luggage is also my father’s, get out.”

Tang Mo: “It’s getting colder and colder now, so I’ll take some clothes. Big brother, people will freeze to death in such a cold day, so just a piece of clothes.”

The man scolded a few words, opened the car door, put the knife on Tang Mo’s waist again, and said coldly, “Then hurry up, take a piece of clothing, and then force Laozi to kill you.”

Tang Mo turned around and saw this person clearly.

This is a man with sharp eyes, greasy and messy hair, and the clothes he wears have gray spots on the left and stains on the right. Seeing that Tang Mo was looking at him, the man suddenly looked like a frightened animal. He seemed to hate the gaze of others looking at him. He swallowed uncomfortably and cursed, “Look at the fart, get your clothes.” The knife reached over.

Tang Mo nodded.

This man looks like a thief.

Tang Mo walked to the trunk and opened the trunk.

“What is this? Matches?” the man asked curiously.

Tang Mo leaned down to pick up the suitcase, his hand slashed hard on the lock of the trunk, the sharp lock slashed the most delicate skin of his palm, leaving only a shallow mark. Tang Mo’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the match with his left hand, and threw it behind him like he was hitting a baseball.

“What is this match…you…ah!”

The giant match slammed into the man’s head with a bang, and blood immediately flowed.

Tang Mo did not expect this match to have such great power. When the match is weighed in the hand, the weight is not heavy, like an ordinary wooden match. But just based on the loud noise just now, it was as if an iron rod had hit his head, and he felt severe pain when he heard the sound.

A normal person’s head would be smashed to death, but this man just staggered and fell back two steps, raised his bloody face, and looked at Tang Mo angrily: “I hacked you to death!!!”

Saying that, he raised the knife and rushed over.

Tang Mo’s heart tightened, he avoided to the right, raised his left foot at the same time, and kicked the man’s stomach. The man cried out in pain, and the knife slashed down on Tang Mo’s calf. There was a slit in the pants in an instant, but the sharp blade only left a fingernail-like, extremely shallow bloodmark on Tang Mo’s skin, making a creaking sound, as if scratching on the hard floor.

The man covered his stomach, shouted and rushed up again.

Tang Mo reacted very quickly and raised a match to greet him.

The sharp blade and the wooden matchstick collided, only to hear a click…

The knife broke in two.

Tang Mo: “…”

man:”……”

Tang Mo himself didn’t expect this matchstick to have such great power, but he soon recovered and smashed the match at the man again. The man was so close to Tang Mo because of the action he just slashed over, so he couldn’t dodge this stick at all. But just as the match stick was about to hit his head again, countless red banknotes suddenly fell from the air.

Tang Mo had never seen so many hundred-yuan bills. It was like a small hill. Countless hundred-yuan bills fell from the air, forming a wall, blocking the matchstick and the man, acting as a buffer for the man, making the He was just smashed to the ground.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me…”

The man begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

Tang Mo stopped his beating. Holding a match, he squatted down and touched the money.

“Where did you get so much money? Where did it come from?”

These are genuine hundred dollar bills!

The man glanced at the giant match in horror and explained, “I’m a thief. Suddenly everyone on the street disappeared this morning, so I went and stole a lot of things. In the afternoon, I ran to a bank and put… All the money I could find was taken.”

This is not what Tang Mo wanted to know: “Where did you hide the money?”

The man raised his right hand and showed him a light blue tattoo on his wrist: “Take it out from here. I… When I grabbed the money, I found that I could put all the money in this tattoo. This tattoo is mine. It was tattooed a long time ago, and I can only save money. I almost got beaten to death by you just now, so I subconsciously took the money out of the tattoo…”

Tang Mo nodded and looked down at the tattoo on the man’s wrist.

Between the lightning and flint, a half-foot-long knife appeared in front of Tang Mo’s eyes out of thin air, stabbing him in the eye.

“Death to me!!!”

The matchstick swung quickly in the air, and Tang Mo cut off the knife with a stick without blinking. The red matchhead drew a circular arc in the air and hit the top of the man’s head. Karma made a sound, as if something was broken. The man’s eyes widened, looking at Tang Mo and the matchstick in his hand in disbelief, his heavy body fell to the side and slammed to the ground.

Tang Mo’s expression changed, and he reached under the man’s nose.

“……died.”

Tang Mo looked at the dead man with complicated eyes. He looked away for a while, lifted the man’s right hand, and carefully examined the pattern on the man’s wrist.

The night was too dark, and the distance was a little far away just now. Tang Mo didn’t notice that the tattoo was a “¥” symbol. He held up the man’s left hand again, and found that there was a tattoo on the wrist of this hand, but it was a knife.

Tang Mo watched for a while. Suddenly, the tattoo disappeared and two knives appeared on the ground. With a move in his heart, he looked at the man’s right hand again, and saw that the “¥” tattoo had disappeared, and there was a small hill of hundred-yuan bills on the ground.

Tang Mo walked to the car and took out the book.

He turned to the second page, and sure enough, lines of text appeared on it.

[Ability: I am one spiritual field worse than the protagonist]

[Owner: Qian Sankun (stowaway)]

【Type: special type】

[Function: Seal the object in contact with the inside of the body and present it in the form of a tattoo]

[Level: Level 2, can store two kinds of inanimate objects]

[Restriction: Only objects of the same type can be stored, and living bodies cannot be stored]

[Remarks: Qian Sankun never imagined that what he is inferior to the protagonist is not a piece of spiritual field, but a match! 】

These words are all black, and at the bottom, there is a line of red words.

[Instructions for use of Tang Mo version: Disposable items can only store the same object and cannot be replaced. Friends, have you figured out what you want to store? 】

“Stowaways?”

Tang Mo stared at the three words on the page for a long time, but couldn’t come up with a clue, so he could only give up temporarily.

This book is a gag, but it is his own ability after all. Tang Mo quickly understood this man’s ability and how he should use it.

Qian Sankun is a thief, but he has also awakened his ability. His ability is to store inanimate objects in his body, which can be used at any time. As long as it is the same item, there is no limit to the number of storage. Tang Mo didn’t know what the power level meant. If it was assumed that this power could be upgraded, then Qian Sankun could store two kinds of objects.

He chose money and a knife.

What a short-sighted man. At this time, money is just waste paper and has no effect, but Qian Sankun is still reluctant to give up money.

Qian Sankun is still a little clever. He knows that he fooled Tang Mo and tricked him into storing the banknotes because he had tattooed before and didn’t reveal his abilities, which gave him the opportunity to sneak up on Tang Mo with a knife tattoo. Fortunately, Tang Mo never let his guard down, otherwise he might have succeeded.

Unfortunately, assuming that the second object stored by Qian Sankun is not money, but a hidden weapon like a knife, then he may still have a chance to survive.

Tang Mo glanced at Qian Sankun’s cold body on the ground, and then looked at the knives and banknotes all over the floor. He picked up his big match without hesitation and pressed it to his wrist. A red light flashed, the match disappeared, and a small red match tattoo appeared on Tang Mo’s left wrist.

The power of the giant matches was beyond Tang Mo’s expectations, and storing the matches could be used as a hidden weapon to attack them unprepared. If I meet someone like Qian Sankun again in the future, I will be less threatening.

Tang Mo lowered his head and read the book.

The name of Qian Sankun’s ability suddenly became-

[Ability: I am one spiritual field worse than the protagonist (used)]

He turned to the first page again. The first page records his own abilities, which are unchanged from what he saw before. But Tang Mo didn’t give up. He stared at the book with a blank expression. After reading it for about five minutes, lines of words slowly emerged.

[Note: Obviously Tang Mo already knew that when he killed that person, he had already eaten and wiped the other person up, and he had not given the money. 】

Tang Mo’s eyes shrank, his fingers tightly gripped the pages of the book, trembling slightly.

“Is it really only killing people…”

A minute later, a line of words appeared on the book again.

[Note: But how could I tell Tang Mo that he can get other people’s abilities without killing people? 】

Tang Mo: “…”

boom!

A book was mercilessly thrown into the mountain of banknotes by its owner.

Three minutes later, Tang Mo picked up the book indifferently. He casually held a pile of banknotes and covered Qian Sankun’s face, burying him in his favorite banknote pile. After doing all this, he drove away with the book and continued on to Shanghai.