It was late November and the weather was cold. Tang Mo wore a woolen sweater and a coat. An ice-cold, sharp object was pressed tightly against the back of his waist, causing a small, circular hole to appear in his thick clothes.
Tang Mo maintained a half-standing posture. He noticed that it was a knife.
The man couldn't wait. "Damn, give me your wallet! Quick! Otherwise, I will cut you! "
Tang Mo's voice was calm. "Put the knife back a little and let me stand up. I will give you my wallet."
"So much nonsense." The man moved the knife back a little.
Tang Mo stood up and very sensibly handed over the wallet without turning his head. In just a moment, the wallet was snatched away. The rough male voice scolded, "Fuck, this much? This car is yours. Is the key inside? "
"Yes."
"Don't move or I will cut you."
Tang Mo didn't turn around and took the knife from his waist. He heard the other person open the door and try to start the car. Once he was sure it would start, he slammed the door shut.
Tang Mo said loudly, "My luggage is in the trunk. Can you let me take it?"
The car started and stopped. The man said impatiently, "Why do you have so many problems? Your luggage is also mine. Get lost. "
Tang Mo replied, "It is getting colder and colder. I will just take some clothes. Brother, I will freeze to death on such a cold day. One piece of clothing is enough. "
The man scolded a few times before opening the door and pointing the knife at Tang Mo's waist again. He said coldly, "Then hurry up and take a piece of clothing. If you keep forcing me to kill you, I'll kill you."
Tang Mo turned around and saw the person clearly.
It was a shifty-eyed man with greasy and dirty hair. The clothes he was wearing had grey spots on the left and stains on the right. The man found that Tang Mo was looking at him and suddenly acted like a frightened animal. He seemed to hate the way others looked at him. He swallowed uncomfortably and shouted, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take the clothes." He placed the knife against the man.
Tang Mo nodded.
The man looked like a thief.
Tang Mo went to the trunk and opened it.
"What is this? Matches? "the man asked curiously.
Tang Mo bent down to pick up the suitcase and his hand scratched the trunk lock. The sharp lock scratched the delicate skin of his palm, leaving only a shallow mark. Tang Mo's eyes narrowed. His left hand grabbed the match and threw it behind him like hitting a baseball.
"What is this match … you … ah!"
The giant match slammed into the man's head, causing blood to flow.
Tang Mo didn't expect the match to be so powerful. When he weighed the match in his hand, it wasn't heavy and seemed like an ordinary wooden match. However, just from that loud bang, it was as if an iron rod had smashed into his head. Just listening to the sound made him feel a sharp pain.
A normal person would probably die after being hit in the head like this. This man actually just staggered back two steps and raised his bloody face, glaring angrily at Tang Mo. "I will kill you!!!"
With that, he raised the knife and rushed over.
Tang Mo's heart tightened as he dodged to the right. At the same time, he raised his left foot and kicked the man in the stomach. The man cried out in pain as the knife moved down to Tang Mo's calf. His pants were cut in an instant, but the sharp blade only left a fingernail-like scratch on his skin. It was a very shallow bloodstain, making a crunching sound as if it was scratching a hard floor.
The man held his stomach and shouted as he rushed up again.
Tang Mo reacted very quickly and raised the match to meet it.
The sharp blade collided with the wooden matchstick, and only a cracking sound could be heard …
The knife broke into two pieces.
Tang Mo, "…"
The man, "…"
Tang Mo didn't expect the match to be so powerful but he quickly recovered and waved the match at the man. The man was very close to Tang Mo because of his movement and couldn't escape this blow. But just as the match was about to hit his head again, countless red bills fell from the air.
Tang Mo had never seen so many 100 yuan bills. It was like a small mountain. Countless 100 yuan bills fell from the air, forming a wall between the match and the man. It acted as a buffer for the man so that he was only smashed to the ground.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me …"
The man trembled as he begged for mercy.
Tang Mo stopped hitting. He held the match and crouched down to touch the money.
"Where did you get so much money? Where did you get it from? "
These were all genuine hundred-dollar bills!
The man looked at the giant match with fear and explained, "I am a thief. This morning, the people on the street suddenly disappeared and I stole a lot of things. In the afternoon, I went to a bank and took … took all the money I could find. "
Tang Mo didn't want to know this. "Where did you hide the money?"
The man raised his right hand and showed him a light blue tattoo on his wrist. "I took it out from here. I … when I robbed the money, I found that I could save the money in this tattoo. This tattoo was tattooed a long time ago and I can only save money. Just now, I was almost killed by you and subconsciously took the money out of the tattoo … "
Tang Mo nodded and looked down at the tattoo on the man's wrist.
In a flash, a half-foot-long knife appeared in front of Tang Mo's eyes and stabbed straight at his eyes.
"Go to hell!!!"
The match waved quickly in the air and Tang Mo didn't blink as he broke the knife. The red match head drew a circular arc in the air and hit the man's head. There was a cracking sound as if something had broken. The man's eyes widened as he looked at Tang Mo and the matchstick in his hand with disbelief. His bulky body fell to the side and slammed into the ground.
Tang Mo's expression changed and he reached under the man's nose.
"… Dead."
Tang Mo looked at the dead man with a complicated expression. He looked away for a moment, lifted the man's right hand and carefully looked at the pattern on the man's wrist.
The night was too dark and he was a bit far away. Tang Mo didn't notice that the tattoo was a '¥' symbol. He lifted the man's left hand and found that there was also a tattoo on the wrist, but it was a knife.
Tang Mo looked at it for a moment before the tattoo disappeared and two knives appeared on the ground. His heart moved and he looked at the man's right hand. The '¥' tattoo was gone and there was a small mountain of 100 yuan bills on the ground.
Tang Mo went to the car and took out the book.
He turned to the second page and sure enough, a line of text appeared.
[Ability: I'm only one piece less than the protagonist.]
[Owner: Qian Sankun (stowaway)]
[Type: Special]
[Function: Seal the object in contact with inside the body and appear in the form of a tattoo]
[Level: Level 2, can store two inanimate objects]
[Restriction: Can only store objects of the same type and can't store living things]
[Note: Qian Sankun never thought that he wasn't worse than the protagonist by a piece of spirit field, but by a match!]
The words were black and at the bottom, there was a line of red words.
[Tang Mo's version of the instructions: One-time item. Can only store the same object and can't be replaced. Friend, have you thought about what you want to store?]
"Stowaway?"
Tang Mo stared at the three words on the page for a long time but couldn't think of a clue. He could only temporarily give up.
This book only knew how to joke but it was his own ability. Tang Mo quickly understood the man's ability and how to use it.
Qian Sankun was a thief but he also awakened his ability. His ability was to store inanimate objects in his own body and could be used at any time. As long as it was the same item, there was no limit to the number of storage. Tang Mo didn't know what the ability level meant. If this ability could be upgraded, then Qian Sankun could currently store two kinds of objects.
He chose money and knives.
What a short-sighted man. At this time, money was just waste paper and had no effect. However, Qian Sankun was still reluctant to spend money.
Qian Sankun was still a bit clever. He knew that Tang Mo could store money because he had a tattoo before and didn't expose his ability. This gave him a chance to attack Tang Mo with the knife tattoo. Fortunately, Tang Mo never relaxed his vigilance or he might really be successful.
Unfortunately, if the second object Qian Sankun stored wasn't money but a hidden weapon like a knife, then he might have a chance to survive.
Tang Mo looked at Qian Sankun's cold body on the ground and then at the knives and banknotes. He didn't hesitate to pick up his big match and press it to his wrist. A red light flashed and the match disappeared. A small red match tattoo appeared on Tang Mo's left wrist.
The power of the giant match was beyond Tang Mo's expectations. The stored match could be used as a hidden weapon to attack. If he met someone like Qian Sankun in the future, it would be less of a threat.
Tang Mo looked down at the book.
The name of Qian Sankun's ability impressively became —
[Ability: I'm only one spirit field away from the protagonist (used)]
He turned to the first page again. The first page recorded his own ability and there was no change from what he saw before. However, Tang Mo didn't give up. He stared blankly at the book for about five minutes before lines of text slowly emerged.
[Note: Obviously, Tang Mo already knows. When he killed the person, he ate the other person and didn't pay.]
Tang Mo's eyes narrowed and his fingers trembled as he gripped the page tightly.
"Is it really only killing people …"
A minute later, a line appeared in the book again.
[Note: How can I tell Tang Mo that he can get other people's abilities without killing?]
Tang Mo, "…"
Bang!
A book was ruthlessly thrown into the mountain of banknotes by its owner.
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