Emperor Chongluo couldn't help laughing when he saw the last Miao man running into Yufeng you get in here, it's like catching a turtle in a jar. Now they have nowhere to run. Thinking of this, Emperor Chongluo walked forward calmly. However, he soon discovered something wrong. When Yin Xiu and his gang ran into the door, they disappeared out of thin air. It wasn't a sudden turn, nor was it blocked by anything. Instead, half of the body was inside and half was outside the previous second. The moment the other party entered the door, it seemed that the only remaining half, the part that was connected to the real world, suddenly disappeared, peeled off from this world, and vanished. It was like a bubble, floating in the air with the wind, and suddenly disappeared without a trace at some point. Even though he had lived in the world for hundreds of years, a time so long that even Emperor Chongluo could not remember, he had never seen such a strange sight. The body, along with the aura that was continuously emitted by the living person, disappeared together? Emperor Zhongluo suppressed the surprise in his heart and hesitated for only a moment before he was ready to enter the Taoist temple.
Because that person was waiting for him to take the elixir back. Emperor Zhongluo took a step forward and stepped over the threshold with one foot. Contrary to what he had imagined, that foot did not encounter any obstruction or damage. This is not a barrier or formation that is aimed at zombies and monsters, but at living people. Pretending to be mysterious! After reaching this conclusion, Emperor Zhongluo rushed into the door. If someone was watching from outside at this time, they would find that the emperor Zhongluo disappeared completely the moment he entered the door, without even a moment's pause. …… "Uncle Ming, Yin Xiu asked me to come back to take care of you." "You take care of me? I'm more like taking care of you, Yong Tan." Uncle Ming picked up the wine bottle and took a big gulp, then sprayed the liquor into the pot. The flames quickly shot up, giving every grain of rice a burnt aroma. "Here, three bowls of glutinous rice." Uncle Ming put the food on the table. "Uncle Ming, there are only two of us here." Knowing that Uncle Ming always cooked the first bowl of rice for himself, Luo Wei pointed at himself and Cai Huaxiong and said, "Two." "Why, the dead don't need to eat?" Uncle Ming lit a cigarette and pushed the bowl of rice to the seat to the west. "Uncle He passed away a few days ago. Leave a bowl for him. He can eat well before he goes on his journey." Luo Wei suddenly remembered that Uncle He was the security guard on duty who was always talkative and cheerful. Such a person, even if he became a ghost, would probably be a good ghost, so his originally nervous mood relaxed. "Actually, you shouldn't have come back."
Uncle Ming urged Cai Huaxiong to eat, and then said to Luo Wei seriously: "If you stay with Yin Xiu, you can be of great help." "Didn't he go to Malaysia to be a live-in son-in-law?" Caihuaxiong moved his cheeks and swallowed a cabbage heart into his throat in a few gulps. "She's having a good time right now, maybe she already has two children. If Yong Tan follows her, won't she become a third wheel?" "That's not what I'm talking about." Uncle Ming smoked a cigarette and raised his hand, dropping a few Five Emperors coins from the sleeve of his pajamas. "I have been feeling uneasy lately, and the fortunes I get every day are not very good. If he really married Miss Ma in Malaysia, it would be fine if he was busy being a live-in son-in-law now. I am afraid that he has gone to southern Xinjiang." "Are you talking about Hanba?" Luo Wei asked. "Well, how did you know that?" Uncle Ming was a little curious, "I haven't told you about this. It's only circulated within the Taoist sect." "That's because the higher-ups take it seriously." Luo Wei smiled and said, "Ever since the zombie king's rebellion in Hong Kong Island, the higher-ups have been thinking about forming a special forces unit to fight zombie monsters. This time, we heard that a drought demon had appeared in southern Xinjiang, which was even more serious. The higher-ups were extremely nervous and asked us to find a solution. So I came here this time to ask you, Uncle Ming, to help us train our special forces." "Are you out of your mind?" Uncle Ming glanced at him and said, "Do you think it's easy to catch zombies? Just find a few tall and strong men, some special forces, and you can catch zombies? The last time the zombie king appeared, what could you patrolmen do? No matter how many people went up, they would just be the zombies' midnight snack. Pick! You don’t even know how to die.” Luo Wei had no hope for Uncle Ming to join, so he asked, "What about Taoist Master Ah Fa? Would he be interested?" "Perhaps he has." Uncle Ming snorted coldly, "But he went to Southern Xinjiang." Cai Huaxiong put down the roast goose leg and asked, "Master Afa went to southern Xinjiang?" "Yes." Uncle Ming exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "He is kind-hearted and wanted to exorcise demons, so he teamed up with a few fellow apprentices and went. Fuck you! That's Hanba, does he think he's an ordinary zombie? " "Then Uncle Ming, you..." Caihua Xiong hesitated to speak. "You think I don't want to go?" Uncle Ming glared at him and said, "Master Uncle stopped me and said it's not the right time yet."
"It makes even me nervous." Cai Huaxiong scratched his head, "Uncle Ming, you are not with Yin Xiu, and I am not here either, so isn't he in danger?" "He's dangerous only when you're with him, right?" Uncle Ming snorted coldly: "As long as you don't cause any trouble so that he can save you, you will be doing him the best help." "You look down on me too much." Cai Huaxiong spread his hands, "I'm not idle. Yin Xiu invested so much money in me, and I've already made new equipment for him." "The equipment you accidentally killed yourself with?" "Uncle Ming, you can slander me, but you can't slander my inventions!" "It's not slander, it's stepping on! If you do a good job and people find fault with you, that's called slander. If you do a mess and people tell you the truth, that's not slander, it's stepping on you!" "OK OK." Luo Wei tried to smooth things over, "Just keep your mouth shut. Getting angry while eating is bad for your stomach." "Oh! I'm not scolding him, I'm teaching him." Uncle Ming glared at Caihua Xiong, turned his back and continued smoking. Fortunately, Caihuaxiong was used to quarreling with Uncle Ming every time, so he just ate by himself and didn't care about the quarrel just now. After biting off a large portion of the roast goose leg, he asked Luo Wei, "By the way, you went to Dunling, but you didn't get a promotion after coming back?" Luo Wei smiled bitterly, "It was originally agreed that I would be promoted to the inspector of a certain police station, but the inspector of that police station died." "Isn't this a good thing?" "What good news? The Inspector also has a son." "So that's it." Caihuaxiong nodded. "So you're still the inspector of the Miscellaneous Investigation Division?" "At least this position can be very helpful, and I found that..." Luo Wei laughed halfway through his speech, and then explained to Cai Huaxiong's puzzled gaze: "The Miscellaneous Items Investigation Department means that we can manage things that others manage, and we can also manage things that others don't want to manage or can't manage." "Then you are more powerful than Lei Lao Hu?" "Thunder Tiger?" Luo Wei smiled and said, "Lei Lao Hu has already settled in Southeast Asia and will not be coming back." "It would be better for him to continue to be the chief minister." Uncle Ming has already taken a cigarette and said, "If someone else takes over, won't we have to start all over again?" "no way." Luo Wei spread his hands, "It's all the same no matter which one you change. I can only do my best and can't control anything else."
"Yong Tan, you are finally a little smarter than before." Uncle Ming nodded and praised Luo Wei for the rare time. A few people were talking and didn't notice that the fire in the stall suddenly shook. Then a clap of thunder split the sky, and the rain pattered on the tarpaulin. "Why is it raining for no reason?" Uncle Ming looked up and then froze. What was falling from the night sky was clearly a bloody rain. The scarlet blood dripped onto the ground and the rain cloth, making a clear sound that made one's heartbeat pause. 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?" Caihuaxiong resisted the urge to vomit, picked up a cup of water and was about to drink it, only to find that it was already red. vomit! He finally vomited it out. When I looked up again, Uncle Ming and Luo Wei had both stood up. "Tan Yong, go take a look first. I'll go home and get my stuff. Don't act rashly. Take a closer look first." Luo Wei nodded, "Uncle Ming, you should be careful too. I'll go first if anything happens." "You go first?" Uncle Ming smiled slightly, "When it comes to dealing with zombies, we Taoist priests must go first. How can it be your turn?" After saying that, they both ran out, running in two directions. "Uncle Ming, what about me?" Caihuaxiong shouted anxiously, "Which side should I follow? Or what do you want me to do?" "Help me clean up the stall and then go home!" After replying to Caihuaxiong, Uncle Ming walked through the alley without looking back and ran towards his home. Luo Wei passed the densely packed buildings of varying heights almost in the blink of an eye. These houses are close together, and you can shake hands with the people on the opposite side by reaching out from the window. Such narrowness and crowding make it convenient for Luo Wei to move around. In a short while, he had reached the center of the riot, or rather the bloody center. I saw a figure standing there in a blood mist that was so thick that it looked like a wall. As the figure breathed in and out, the blood mist was absorbed into his body, and from all directions, blood mist was still pouring in.
Luo Wei was keenly aware that there were no living people around them. I'm afraid that one-fifth of the residents of Guangmingli had their flesh and blood taken away by Emperor Chongluo in their sleep, and turned into a pile of white bones. Thinking of this, Luo Wei's fists crackled. He had never been so angry as he was now, so angry that he just wanted to tear the culprit in front of him to pieces, regardless of anything else. The culprit behind this tragedy, Emperor Chongluo, had just noticed someone arriving. He just discovered that what caused the strange phenomenon in Yufeng Temple was not a barrier or a magic circle. Rather, it is a "pore", a pore that exists between reality and illusion, a pore that, once you enter it, will transport you somewhere else in the next moment. So the emperor Chongluo came to Hong Kong Island through the gap, but who knows where the others went? "You are, 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 already activated the [Great Demon Form]. His eyes turned silver-blue, his body was wrapped in blood mist, and a pair of blood-colored wings grew on his body. "It's not a vampire, it's a Rakshasa." Luo Wei stared at Emperor Chongluo, "It's the Rakshasa who wants to kill you." "Ha, interesting!" Emperor Zhong Luo stepped on the ground and flew towards Luo Wei, throwing a punch before he arrived. King Blood Sword! A strong wind exploded, Luo Wei stretched out his hand to grasp the black long sword, and knocked it hard on the fist of Emperor Zhongluo. The shock wave quickly exploded in all directions with the two people as the center. In the tightly connected fortress, the glass of all the windows was shattered in an instant. Uncle Ming was running out of breath, and his breathing sounded like a bellows that was about to break. As soon as he went upstairs, someone enthusiastically opened the window and greeted him drunkenly, "Uncle Ming, you're closing up so soon, do you want to come over for a drink..." "Drink your old x!" Uncle Ming punched the man in the face, making him faint, and then closed the window. As soon as Uncle Ming returned home, he noticed something strange. I saw that the heirloom hanging on the wall, the large compass of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, had begun to rotate on its own at some point, making a dull sound. On the table, the Seven-Star Fire Scale and the lightning-struck peach wood sword, which were enshrined in front of the portrait of the ancestor, were both making resounding sounds. Uncle Ming took out two bottles of toilet water from under the table and sprayed them on his body, completing his bath. Then he took out a few incense sticks from the tube, turned the incense sideways, passed it through his fingers, held the middle of the incense, and lit the sandalwood. He sincerely chanted: "Grandmaster, I am an unworthy disciple, Mao Xiaoming, with little strength and little practice. Today, I have encountered a drought demon that is rare in a thousand years. I do not ask for victory in a battle, but only hope not to bring disgrace to the master and damage the orthodoxy. "Ancestors bless you!"
Uncle Ming stepped forward respectfully to burn incense, bent down and bowed. When he looked up again, his eyes were already red. I noticed that the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, almost hitting the windows, like the howling of countless wronged souls. Uncle Ming rarely changed into the Xinhuang Taoist robe, took off the Seven-Star Fire Scale and the Thunder-Struck Peach Wood Sword, tied them behind his back, and grabbed the other magical weapons. After tidying up, he looked at the wall. The photos on it were some of his old group photos, some with old friends and some close friends. Time flies, and most of these people have disappeared in the long river of time. What made Uncle Ming even more depressed was that some people left photos, so Uncle Ming could still remember what they looked like. As for the many people, even if Uncle Ming didn't want to forget them and tried his best, their faces, voices, and smiles gradually blurred over the long river of time, so that he only remembered this person but forgot who they were. Just like the paint on the wall, it becomes mottled and peels off over time, eventually becoming unrecognizable. "Miss Ma looks a bit like you, but she is still different from you. She is not you, and others are not you either." Uncle Ming sighed. His memories were becoming fewer and fewer. After packing up everything and straightening his hair, Uncle Ming walked out the door to join the battle between good and evil. (End of this chapter)