I'm A Trash

Episodes 10

NO. NO. NO

The sound of footsteps from the two pairs of legs belonging to Lin Mu as well as Beibei, airs broke the silence.

The atmosphere inside the secret building began to quiet down. The activity of the experts in it has dimmed somehow in the number of times to how much.

Not in the conversation, Beibei seemed to be focused forward, whereas Lin Mu occasionally took a peek around. The surroundings made him quite amazed.

Not until ten minutes, the swing of the legs of a pair of young people had stopped in front of a door leaf.

Not responding to the curiosity from Lin Mu's facial expression, Beibei began to open the door slowly, without a knock let alone excusional cries and the like.

After entering around two steps from the doorway, the pair of eyes belonging to Lin Mu and Beibei had already caught the figure of a shoulder-length curly-haired old man in the brown color of the ground, sitting cross-legged on the base of a flat round pillow in one room sisian chart. Behind the man's back, the view of the city was clearly drawn through the large glass attached there.

Lin Mu was a little surprised, when unexpectedly, the figure of the man with the manner of a recluse, opened his eyes suddenly. A yellow light resembling a fire emanated simultaneously as the opening of the eye with the highlight exceeded the sharpness of the eagle's eye shot.

"It turns out Beibei" said the man. "Why did midnight come to Uncle Yang's place?"

Lin Mu was still paying attention.

The god light that came out from this person, he had probably already broken through to the elementary realm, and reached the spirit realm stage, assuming Lin Mu inwardly. As soon as his eyes kept on. But he was still very far from the Innate realm.

Beibei took a slight motion forward.

With her polite face, she began to say, "Uncle Yang, this time I brought the only person who is talented in martial arts."

A little smile fell on the lips of the man whom Uncle Yang greeted by Beibei. As he slowly lifted his body, the man said, "Beibei, at midnight like this, are you joking with your Uncle Yang?" His body began to straighten, then continued without raising his face looking at the two young men in front of him, "This age is already too late to practice martial arts." He concluded.

Feeling repelled, Beibei advanced quickly towards the curly-haired old man. "Uncle who trusts me." He then pulled and shook the man's arm with a pushy face. "If you don't believe me, Uncle check it out for yourself!"

Uncle Yang chuckled funny. "Well, fine," he said. "You are this."

"Hehe." Beibei responded with a horse's grin featuring a neat row of his front teeth.

Uncle Yang started to step closer towards Lin Mu. His eyes turned sharp and serious. Without saying, the two halves of the young man's shoulders were touched by each of his right and left hands. A little small massaging movement to ensure the strength of the muscles in Lin Mu's body, just like Beibei did back then.

Not thirty seconds, Uncle Yang had been shocked. "This ... how can it be like this?" His eyes were wide. "Having such an incredible foundation, but not practicing any martial arts?!"

With a carefree smile, Beibei ambushed, "Right, Uncle. His name was Lin Mu. He used to be just an ordinary person. He became like this because of an accident. Falling from the building."

Who wouldn't be surprised by such ridiculous news, including Uncle Yang himself. For the second time, the old man's pair of eyes were made wide-eyed. "There really is such a thing?"

"Right," Lin Mu picked up an answer. "I once did a careful examination, with various advanced equipment in the hospital. But the doctors still couldn't find a reason."

"I understand" said Uncle Yang. "Because Beibei brought you here, that means you should already know about the Baolong Group, right?" His gaze grew more firm. "Have you decided to join the Baolong Group?!"

Like tough iron that was able to support the incredible weight of the hanging streets, the aura that Uncle Yang released felt increasingly strong and piercing. "But before joining, you must first pass the test. And once you join the Baolong Group, you will find it difficult to escape from it. Have you considered that well?!" tanyanya.

"Before coming here, Beibei had already explained it to me. I'm willing to join the Baolong Group!" replied Lin Mu affirming.

"alright. I'll arrange for people to run tests for you. It should be with your qualifications, this is not a difficult thing," said Uncle Yang. "Basic as good as this, it is a pity if you do not practice martial arts."

The book then thrust towards Lin Mu. "Regarding martial arts, you can come here to study with me. Of course after familiarity and mastering breathing techniques," Uncle Yang emphasized his sentence.

Lin Mu accepted it full of confidence. "Thank you, Senior Lu!" he said, who was only thinly embraced by the sullen brown curly-haired man.

"Uncle Yang, if there is nothing else, I will bring Lin Mu to run the test." Beibei takes on the role.

"Hmm .. go!" sahut Uncle Yang short.

After the two gender-different young humans passed from his face, Uncle Yang's gaze still echoed at the door that the two people had just passed.

"Lin Mu ..," he murmured. "Beibei really delivers a great gift. It's likely that my Donghai branch will appear to be a very great fighter."

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Last night, for some reason it felt like the moon felt rounder and bigger than usual. The clouds that passed in front of him stepped aside as if frightened.

And now, on the eastern horizon, the sun is beginning to peep, ready to replace the role of the moon which is clearly only a small part of its power.

The Donghai University dormitory.

Lin Mu had been inside his room. And when himself like this, his role was absolute back as Chang Kunzi.

Without changing his formal and other attire, after returning from Baolong headquarters with Beibei, he immediately pulled out a chair and occupied it, then seriously began to open sheet by sheet the book Senior Lu had given him, or as Beibei calls it, Uncle Yang.

His face looked serious.

Page after page was preached and read it with full focus.

It was only fitting that Lu Shouyang's breath was so impure, it turned out that it was to absorb a little spiritual power on this earth.

After stringing up the comments in his head, the book closed down Chang Kunzi.

At the same time, he felt another on the left side of his hand. He looked at her and raised his palm to see what was happening.

The ring around his index finger appears to emit a beam of black smoke that travels around his part.

Smoke is similar to when the ring was first formed, along with the process of uniting different spirits and bodies that make up the present Lin Mu or Chang Kunzi.

Black smoke gathered around the ring. Chang Kunzi was still staring at him with a dumbfounded look.

Not knowing when I could make this ancient God ring, in order to bring out its usefulness, other than as a storage area.

The black smoke began to be absorbed into the ring, then disappeared completely. Chang Kunzi smiled a faint smile.

Never mind. Because it's morning. Then I'd better go to the library to study the science of this world.

Now his role is back as Lin Mu, the student.