Emperor Zhongluo couldn't help but laugh when he saw the last Miao man running into Yufeng Temple.
Entering here is like catching a turtle in an urn.
Now they have no way to run.
With this thought in mind, Emperor Zhongluo moved forward calmly.
However, he soon discovered something was wrong. When Yin Xiu and his group ran into the door, they all disappeared out of thin air.
It wasn't like it suddenly turned a corner, nor was it blocked by something.
But a second ago, half of his body was inside and half was outside. The moment the other person entered the door, it seemed that the only half that was left, the part that was connected to the real world, suddenly disappeared, peeled off from this world, and disappeared.
It seemed like a bubble, floating in the air with the wind, and suddenly disappeared without a trace at a certain moment.
Even though he had lived in the world for hundreds of years, and even Emperor Chongluo could not remember it for a long time, he had never seen such a vision.
The body, along with the energy that the stranger continued to exude, disappeared together?
Emperor Zhongluo suppressed the surprise in his heart, and after only hesitating for a moment, he was ready to enter the Taoist temple.
Because that person was waiting for him to take the elixir back.
Emperor Zhongluo stepped forward and first stepped over the threshold. Unlike what he imagined, that foot was not hindered or injured in any way.
This is not a barrier or formation against zombie monsters, but against strangers.
Pretending to be mysterious!
After coming to this conclusion, the emperor stepped into the door again.
If anyone looked from the outside at this time, they would find that Emperor Chongluo disappeared completely almost as soon as he entered the door, without even a moment of stasis.
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"Uncle Ming, Yin Xiu asked me to come back and take care of you."
"You take care of me? I can take care of you just fine, Yongtan."
Uncle Ming picked up the wine bottle and took a swig, then sprayed the strong liquor into the pot. The flames jumped up quickly, giving every grain of rice a burnt aroma.
"Here, three bowls of glutinous rice."
Uncle Ming put the rice on the table.
"Uncle Ming, there are only two of us here."
Knowing that Uncle Ming always cooked the first bowl of rice for him, Luo Wei pointed at himself and Caihuaxiong, "Two."
"Why, dead people don't need to eat?"
Uncle Ming lit a cigarette and pushed the bowl of rice to the seat on the west side. "Uncle He left a few days ago. Leave a bowl for him. He will be full and ready to go."
Luo Wei suddenly remembered that Uncle He was the security guard who was always talking and laughing.
Such a person, even if he becomes a ghost, is probably a good ghost, so his originally nervous mood relaxed.
"Actually, you shouldn't have come back."
Uncle Ming urged Caihua Xiong to eat, and then said seriously to Luo Wei: "If you stay with Yin Xiu, you can help a lot."
“Didn’t he go to Malaysia to be a door-to-door son-in-law?”
Caihuaxiong moved his cheeks and swallowed a piece of cabbage heart into his throat several times.
"I'm enjoying myself right now. Maybe I have two children in my arms. Wouldn't it turn into a light bulb if Yongtan follows me?"
"That's not what I said."
While smoking a cigarette, Uncle Ming raised his hand and dropped a few Five Emperors coins from the sleeves of his nightgown.
"I'm always feeling restless these days, and the divination I draw every day is not very good. If he really got married to Miss Ma in Malaysia, it would be okay if he is busy being a house-sitting uncle at the moment. I'm afraid that he will go It’s southern Xinjiang.”
"Are you talking about Hanbao?" Luo Wei asked.
"Well, how did you know?"
Uncle Ming was a little curious, "I have never told you about this. It is only circulated within the Taoist sect."
"That's because the superiors pay attention to it."
Luo Wei smiled and said: "Since the Zombie King rebellion in Hong Kong Island, the superiors have been thinking about forming a special force to deal with zombie monsters.
This time I heard that drought demons had appeared in southern Xinjiang, which was even more serious. The superiors were extremely nervous and asked us to find a solution.
So I came here this time to ask Uncle Ming to come out and help us train our special forces. ”
"Are you crazy?"
Uncle Ming glanced at him, "Do you think catching zombies is easy? Just find a few tall and powerful special forces and you can catch zombies?
The last time the Zombie King appeared, what could you patrolmen do? No matter how many people go up there, they will only serve as a midnight snack for the zombies.
pick! I don’t even know how to die. ”
Originally not expecting Uncle Ming to join, Luo Wei asked again: "What about Taoist Master Afa? Will he be interested?"
"He might have."
Uncle Ming snorted coldly, "But he went to southern Xinjiang."
Caihuaxiong put down the roasted goose leg and asked, "Afa Taoist priest went to southern Xinjiang?"
"That's right."
Uncle Ming exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "He is a hot-blooded person. He wanted to conquer demons, so he teamed up with a few brothers and went there.
I'll beat you up! That was Drought. Did he think it was an ordinary zombie? ”
"Uncle Ming, you..." Caihuaxiong hesitated to speak.
"You think I don't want to go?"
Uncle Ming glared at him, "Master uncle stopped me and said it's not time yet."
"Even I got nervous."
Caihuaxiong scratched his head, "Uncle Ming, you are not with Yin Xiu, and I am not here, then isn't he very dangerous?"
"He is only in danger when you are around him, right?"
Uncle Ming snorted coldly: "As long as you don't cause trouble for him to save you, that will be the best help to him."
"You are looking down on me too much."
Caihua Xiong spread his hands, "I have nothing to do. Yin Xiu has invested so much money in me, and I have already made new equipment for him."
"Is it just your equipment that can kill you accidentally?"
"Uncle Ming, you can slander me, but you can't slander my inventions!"
"It's not slander, it's trampling! If you do well and others find fault with you, that's called slander. If you do a mess, and others tell the truth when they see it, it's not called slander. It's called trampling! ”
"Okay, okay."
Luo Wei tried to smooth things over, "Don't say a few words. It's not good for your stomach to get angry while eating."
"Ha! I'm not scolding him, I'm teaching him."
Uncle Ming glared at Naihuaxiong, turned away, and continued to smoke.
Fortunately, Naohuaxiong was used to having to quarrel with Uncle Ming every time, so he just ate by himself and didn't care about the quarrel just now.
After biting off more than half of the roasted goose leg, he asked Luo Wei: "By the way, you went to Dunling and you didn't get promoted when you came back?"
Luo Wei smiled bitterly, "It was originally agreed that I would be promoted to inspector of a certain police station, but it turned out that the inspector of that police station had his hair cut."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"What a good thing? The inspector also has a son."
"So that's it."
Nahanao nodded, "So you still want to be the inspector of your Miscellaneous Investigation Section?" "At least this position is very helpful, and I found..."
Luo Wei himself laughed in the middle of the sentence, and then explained under Nahanao's puzzled eyes: "In the Miscellaneous Investigation Department, we can take care of things that others don't want to take care of, and we can also take care of things that others don't want to take care of."
"Then you are more powerful than Thunder Tiger?"
"Thunder Tiger?"
Luo Wei smiled and said: "Thunder Tiger has taken up an apartment in Nanyang and will not come back."
"Then it's better for him to continue working."
Uncle Ming had already picked up a cigarette, "If it were someone else, wouldn't we have to start from scratch again?"
"No way."
Luo Wei spread his hands, "Every time I change it, it's the same. I can only do my best and can't care about anything else."
"Young Detective, you are finally a little smarter than before."
Uncle Ming nodded and gave Luo Wei a rare compliment.
The few people were talking and didn't notice the fire in the stall suddenly swaying.
Then, a rumble of thunder pierced the sky, and rain pattered onto the tarpaulin.
"It's so good, why is it raining?"
Uncle Ming looked above his head, then froze.
What was seen falling from the night sky was clearly a rain of blood.
Scarlet blood dripped onto the ground, and on the raincloth, there was a clear sound that made people's heartbeats stop.
Luo Wei also felt something was wrong and reached out his hand.
As soon as he touched the blood, he frowned and said, "It's human blood."
"Human blood?"
Nananaxiong resisted the urge to gag, picked up a water glass and was about to drink water, but found that the inside was already bright red.
vomit!
He finally spit it out.
When he looked up again, Uncle Ming and Luo Wei had already stood up.
"Yongtan, you take a look first. I'll go home and get the guy. Don't act in a hurry. Let's take a closer look before talking."
Luo Wei nodded, "Uncle Ming, be careful. If you need anything, I'll go first."
"You go first?"
Uncle Ming smiled slightly, "To deal with zombies, we Taoist priests must be the first to deal with it. Where will it be your turn?"
After saying that, they both ran out and ran in two directions.
"Uncle Ming, here I am!"
Nahanao shouted anxiously, "Where should I follow? Or what do you want me to do?"
"Help me clean up the stall and then go home!"
After Okina Hanao finished his reply, Uncle Ming walked through the alley and ran towards his home without looking back.
Luo Wei crossed the densely packed buildings of different heights almost in the blink of an eye.
These houses are close together, and you can shake hands with the other side by extending your hand from the window. Such narrowness and crowding make it easier for Luo Wei to move up there.
After a while, he had reached the center of the commotion, or rather the bloody center.
I saw a figure standing there in the blood mist that was so thick that it looked like a wall.
As the figure breathed and swallowed, the blood mist was inhaled into his body, and there was still blood mist pouring in from all directions.
Luo Wei was keenly aware that there were no living people around them.
One-fifth of the residents in Guangming were probably stripped of their flesh and blood by Emperor Chongluo in their sleep, and turned into white bones.
Thinking of this, Rowe's fist crackled.
He had never been so angry as he was now, so much so that he just wanted to tear the instigator in front of him into pieces, regardless of anything else.
The chief culprit of this tragedy, Emperor Zhongluo, had just noticed someone arriving.
He had just discovered that it was not the barrier or the magic circle that caused the strange phenomenon in Yufeng Temple.
It is a "pore", a pore that exists between reality and illusion as long as you enter it, you will be transported to another place in the next moment.
So Emperor Chongluo came to Hong Kong Island through the pore, and who knows where the others went?
"Are you a vampire?"
Emperor Zhongluo looked at Luo Wei and tilted his head, seeming to be very curious about his identity.
At this time, Luo Wei had activated [Big Demon Form], his eyes turned silver-blue, his body was wrapped in blood mist, and a pair of blood-colored wings sprouted from his body.
"It's not a vampire, it's a Rakshasa."
Luo Wei stared at Emperor Zhongluo closely, "It's the Rakshasa who wants your life."
"Oh, interesting!"
The Emperor Zhong Luo stepped forward, fluttering towards Luo Wei, and punched before he even reached it.
King's Blood Sword!
The strong wind exploded, Luo Wei stretched out his hand to hold the long black sword, and knocked it hard on Emperor Zhongluo's fist.
The shock wave centered on the two people and quickly exploded in all directions.
In the tightly connected city wall, the glass of all the windows was shattered in an instant.
Uncle Ming was out of breath while running, and his breathing sounded like a bellows that was about to be broken.
As soon as he went upstairs, someone opened the window enthusiastically and greeted him drunkenly, "Uncle Ming, the stall is closing so quickly. Do you want to come to my place for a drink..."
"Drink your old x!"
Uncle Ming punched the man in the face, causing him to faint, and then closed the window.
As soon as Uncle Ming returned home, he noticed something strange.
I saw that the family heirloom hanging on the wall, the Five Elements and Bagua compass, had started to rotate on its own without knowing when, making a dull sound.
On the table, the seven-star fire lin enshrined in front of the portrait of the ancestor and the lightning-struck mahogany sword were both vibrating.
Uncle Ming took out two cans of toilet water from under the table and sprayed it on his body as if he had finished bathing.
Then he took out a few sticks of incense from the tube, turned the incense sideways, passed it between his fingers, held the middle part of the incense, and lit the sandalwood.
He read sincerely: "Master, I am above you, but my disciple Mao Xiaoming is unworthy, weak in power, and shallow in Taoism. Today, I am facing a drought that is rare in a thousand years. I don't want to win in a single battle, but I just want not to humiliate the master and harm the Taoist tradition.
Grandmaster’s blessing! ”
Uncle Ming stepped forward to offer incense respectfully, bowed and bowed. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already red.
I noticed that the wind outside was getting louder and louder, almost beating against the windows, like countless innocent souls crying.
Uncle Ming rarely changed into the Xinhuang Taoist robe, took off the Seven Star Fire Lin and the Lightning Strike Peach Wood Sword, tied them behind his back, and grabbed other magical weapons together.
After packing up, he looked at the wall. The photos on it were some of his previous group photos, including old friends and confidants.
Time flies, and most of these people have disappeared in the long river of time.
What makes Uncle Ming even more depressed is that some people left photos, so Uncle Ming can still remember their appearance.
And there are more people, even though Uncle Ming doesn't want to forget them and tries his best, their faces, voices and smiles are still gradually blurred in the long river of time, making him only remember this person but forget
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Just like the wallpaper on the wall, it becomes mottled and peeled off over time, and finally becomes unrecognizable.
"Miss Ma looks a bit like you, but she is still different from you. She is not you, and neither are others."
Uncle Ming sighed, his memories were becoming less and less.
After cleaning up everything and straightening his hair, Uncle Ming walked out the door to face the battle between good and evil. (End of chapter)