The Earth is Online Chapter 9:

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In late autumn in November, the weather was cold, and Tang Mo was wearing a cardigan and a coat. A cold, sharp object pressed tightly against his back waist, poking thick clothes into a small circular hole.

Tang Mo maintained a half-up posture without moving. He realized that it was a knife.

The man could n’t wait: "Damn, give me your wallet! Hurry! Or I ’ll hack you!"

Tang Mo's voice is calm: "You take the knife back a little, let me stand up, and I will give you the wallet."

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

Tang Mo stood up, turned his head around without looking around, and passed the wallet. In just an instant, the wallet was robbed. The rough male voice scolded: "Fuck, that's it? This car is yours, is the key on it?"

"In."

"You do n’t want to move, or you will be hacked to death."

Tang Mo didn't turn around, so he took away the knife that came to his waist. He heard the other party open the door and tried to start the car. After making sure that he could start, he slammed the door.

Tang Mo said loudly: "My luggage is in the trunk, can I get it?"

The sound of the car starting for a while and then stopped, the man said impatiently: "Why are you doing so much fart. Your luggage is also lao, get out."

Tang Mo: "Now it's getting colder and colder, I'll take a piece of clothing. Brother, such a cold day will freeze people, just a piece of clothing."

The man grumbled a bit, opened the door, and put the knife on Tang Mo ’s waist again, and said coldly, "Then hurry up, take a piece of clothing, and then force Lao Tzu to kill you."

Tang Mo then turned around and saw the person clearly.

This is a thief-eyed man with greasy and messy hair, and the clothes he wears have a gray spot on the left and a stain on the right. It was found that Tang Mo was looking at him. The man suddenly looked like a frightened animal. He seemed to hate others looking at him. He swallowed saliva uncomfortably and cursed: "Look at the fart, get your clothes quickly." The knife reached.

Tang Mo nodded.

This portrait is like a thief.

Tang Mo walked to the trunk and opened the trunk.

"What is this? Matches?" the man asked strangely.

Tang Mo leaned over to pick up the suitcase. His hand swiped **** the lock of the trunk. The sharp lock crossed the finest skin on the palm of his hand, leaving only a shallow Imprint. Tang Mo's eyes narrowed and he grabbed the match directly with his left hand, throwing it hard behind him like a baseball.

"What is this match ... you ... ah!"

The giant match hit the man ’s head with a thud, and suddenly blood flowed.

Tang Mo did not expect this match to be so powerful. When the match is weighed in the hand, the weight is not heavy, like an ordinary wooden match. But with the loud noise just now, it seemed that an iron rod had hit his head, and it felt so painful to hear the sound.

The normal person ’s head was so smashed that it was estimated to be damned. The man just stumbled back two steps, raised the **** face, and looked angrily at Tang Mo: "Lao hacked you! ! "

Speaking, raised the knife and rushed straight over.

Tang Mo's heart tightened, avoiding to the right, while raising his left foot, kicking it on the man's stomach. The man cried out, and the knife drew down Tang Mo's calf. The trousers were cut out instantly, but the sharp blade left only a nail-scarred, very shallow blood mark on Tang Mo's skin, making a crunchy sound, as if scratching on a hard floor.

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

Tang Mo responded very quickly and raised the match to greet him.

The sharp blade hits the wooden match stick, only to hear a click ...

The knife is cut in two.

Tang Mo: "..."

Man: "..."

Tang Mo didn't expect this match stick to have such great power, but soon he recovered and waved the match and hit the man. The man was so close to Tang Mo because of the action he just cut over that he couldn't escape this stick. But just as the matchstick was about to hit his head again, countless red banknotes suddenly dropped in the air.

Tang Mo has never seen so many hundred-dollar bills. Like a pile of hills, countless hundred-dollar bills fell from the air, forming a wall between the match stick and the man, which buffered the man. Effect, so that he was just smashed to the ground.

"Do n’t kill me, do n’t kill me ..."

The man shivered and begged for mercy.

Tang Mo stopped the beating, he took the match, squatted down and touched the money.

"Where do you come from with 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 am a thief. This morning, when the people on the street were gone, I stole a lot of things. In the afternoon, I ran a bank and put ... Take away all the money that can be found. "

What Tang Mo wanted to know was not this: "Where did you hide the money?"

The man raised his right hand and showed him a light cyan tattoo on his wrist: "I took it from here. I ... When I grabbed the money, I found that I could store all the money in this tattoo. This I tattooed my tattoo a long time ago and I can only save money. Just now I was almost killed by you, and I subconsciously took the money out of the tattoo ... "

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

A half-foot-long knife appeared in front of Tang Mo's eyes out of thin air and flung straight into his eyes.

"Let me die !!"

The match stick waved quickly in the air. Tang Mo interrupted the knife without blinking a stick. The red match head made a circular arc in the air, just hitting the man ’s head. Karma wiped it as if something had broken. The man's eyes widened and he looked at Tang Mo and the match stick in his hand with disbelief. His bulky body fell to the side and crashed to the ground.

Tang Mo's face changed, reaching for the man's nose.

"... dead."

Tang Mo looked at the dead man in a complicated way. He looked away for a while, raised his right hand, and carefully examined the pattern on the man ’s wrist.

The night is too dark. Just now, the distance was a bit far away. Tang Mo didn't notice that this tattoo is a "￥" symbol. He raised the man's left hand again, and found that there was also a tattoo on the wrist of this hand, but the tattoo was a knife.

Tang Mo looked at it for a while, and suddenly the tattoo disappeared, and two more knives appeared on the ground. With a move in his heart, he looked at the man's right hand again, and he saw the "￥" tattoo disappeared, and there was a small pile of hundred dollar bills on the ground.

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

He turned to the second page, and as expected, lines of text appeared on it.

[Abilities: I ’m a bit worse than the protagonist]

[Owner: Qian Sankun (stowaway)]

[Type: Special Type]

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

[Level: Level 2 can store two inanimate objects]

[Limitations: Only objects of the same type can be stored, and no living bodies can be stored]

[Remarks: Qian Sankun Wanwan did not expect that he is worse than the protagonist not a piece of spirit field, but a match! 】

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

【Instructions for Tangmo Edition: Disposable items can only store the same kind of objects and cannot be replaced. Friends, think about what you want to save? 】

"Smugglers?"

Tang Mo stared at the three words on the page of the book. After reading it for a long time, he couldn't think of a clue and could only give up temporarily.

This book knows gags, but it is his own ability, after all, Tang Mo quickly understood the man ’s ability and how to use it.

Qian Sankun is a thief, but he also awakened the power. His power is to store inanimate objects in his body, which can be accessed at any time, as long as it is the same item, the storage quantity is not limited . Tang Mo does not know what the power level means. If it is assumed that this power can be upgraded, then Qian Sankun can store two kinds of objects.

He chose money and a knife.

It's really a man with a small gaze. At this time, money is just waste paper, which has no effect, but Qian Sankun is still reluctant to pay.

Qian Sankun is still a little clever. He knows that Tang Mo fooled him because he used to be able to store money because he had tattooed himself before, and there was no violence Opportunity. Fortunately, Tang Mo never let his guard down, otherwise he might be succeeded.

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

Tang Mo glanced at the cold body of Qian Sankun on the ground, and then at the knife and banknotes all over the ground. He did not hesitate to pick up his big match and pressed the match on 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 match is beyond Tang Mo's expectations. The stored match can be used as a hidden weapon to attack it. In the future, people like Qian Sankun will be less threatened.

Tang Mo looked down at the book.

Qian Sankun ’s ability name has suddenly changed into-

[Ability: I ’m one Lingtian less than the protagonist (used)]

He turned to the first page again. The first page records his own abilities, which has not changed from what he saw before. But Tang Mo didn't give up. He stared at the book expressionlessly. After reading for about five minutes, lines of text slowly emerged.

[Remarks: Obviously Tang Mo already knows that when he killed that person, he has eaten and wiped the other party clean, and has not given money. 】

Tang Mo narrowed his eyes and squeezed the pages tightly with his fingers.

"Is there really only a murder ..."

One minute later, a line of words is displayed on the book again.

【Remarks: But how can I tell Tang Mo that he can get other people's abilities without killing? 】

Tang Mo: "..."

Boom!

A book was ruthlessly thrown into the hill of banknotes by its owner.

Three minutes later, Tang Mo picked up the book indifferently. He casually held a pile of banknotes to cover Qian Sankun's face, and buried his whole person in his favorite banknote stack. After doing all this, he drove away with his book and continued to drive to Shanghai.