Duanmuqing was not very close to his master because he had only met him a few times.
Back then, this old man appeared inexplicably and asked Duanmuqing to worship him as his master. He took Duanmuqing to the morgue every day to touch various corpses.
Duanmuqing was still young at that time, and the fear he felt when seeing dead people was simply unspeakable.
But the old man never cared about his feelings, and slapped him directly every time he was afraid.
So although he is his master, Duanmu Qing has no feelings for him.
Now that he heard that Xiaobai was in danger, Duanmuqing took action without hesitation.
Because he knows that although Xiaobai is a zombie, he is still a member of the shop now. How important it is to me. If something happens to Xiaobai, I will definitely go crazy.
Of course, Duanmuqing would never kill his master. Those corpse poisons could at most make him unconscious.
The nails stained with corpse poison were scratching towards the old man's neck. The two were very close, and Duanmuqing made a sudden move. Logically speaking, the old man would never be able to escape.
But although the other party was an old man, his reaction speed was beyond Duanmuqing's imagination.
Seeing the corpse poison shining with a faint green light on his apprentice's nails, the old man snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and printed it directly on Duanmu Qing's chest.
With a muffled bang, Duanmuqing flew out and landed heavily on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.
"I taught you all your skills, but now you use them against me, don't you think it's ridiculous?" The old man looked at Duanmu Qing, frowned slightly, and said with a disappointed look on his face.
"You are my disciple. I didn't expect that not only do you not seek to make progress, but you actually hang out with evil heretics. You dare to attack me for those things. Damn it!"
The old man said, took a step forward and stepped heavily on Duanmu Qing's chest.
"In order for you to practice the art of raising corpses, I personally killed your parents. I knew you would be reluctant to let them go and would raise them up. But I didn't expect that your skills still haven't improved at all. What about your useless parents?
Did you bury them?"
The old man put one foot on Duanmu Qing's chest, looked down at him, and said with a ferocious expression.
Hearing the old man's words, Duanmuqing was completely stunned, and his mind went blank, only echoing those words: I killed your parents with my own hands!
Duanmuqing had known the old man in front of him since he was a child. At that time, he was only a teenager. Because he had looked like a girl since he was a child, he had been bullied a lot by his classmates.
That day, I was humiliated again by some senior classmates outside the school. Those guys called him unmanly, a bastard, a sissy, and disgusting.
Many classmates gathered around to watch the fun, but no one helped me. They were all pointing and laughing at me.
Duanmuqing couldn't figure out why this happened.
Just because I look like a girl, I have to suffer humiliation, even though I haven't done anything bad.
Amidst the insults from the senior classmates and the ridicule from the crowd of onlookers, Duanmuqing ran out like crazy and ran to the deserted grove, crying loudly and venting his emotions to his heart's content.
Then the old man in linen clothes appeared.
The old man walked out of the woods with his hunched back, his eyes actually flashing green, looking like a ghost in a horror story.
But for some reason, Duanmuqing was not afraid at that time, nor did he run away. He just stared blankly at the old man.
The old man walked up to Duanmu Qing, gave him a cold look, then his eyes shone slightly, and said to him: "Being bullied? Become my apprentice from now on, and I guarantee that those people will not bully you again."
Duanmu Qing looked at the old man blankly. Although the old man's image looked a little bad, Duanmu Qing was fond of martial arts novels at that time.
The peerless masters in the novel are all slovenly and unkempt. Could it be that this old man is the legendary peerless master who wants to accept him as his apprentice when he sees that he has an abnormal talent?
After hearing the old man's words, Duanmuqing didn't hesitate at all. He knelt down, kowtowed three times and called "Master".
The old man was very satisfied and told Duanmuqing that he would be his apprentice from now on.
From that day on, the old man would take Duanmu Qing to the morgue once a week to face the cold corpses inside.
The old man said that his surname was Zhu, and there was no need to know his name. He was from the lineage of corpse exorcists, and what he learned was the art of exorcizing corpses.
So from that day on, it was the beginning of Duanmuqing's nightmare.
At a young age, I had to face those horrific corpses every now and then, and I couldn't say I was afraid, or even show any fear, otherwise the old man would slap me mercilessly.
The old man fulfilled his promise. Since becoming his apprentice, the three eldest children who often bullied him have never bullied him again because they never appeared again.
Duanmuqing was ignorant for a while when he was young, but as he grew older, Duanmuqing realized that things might not be that simple.
Duanmuqing went to one of his classmates, Murakami, to find out that the three children who bullied him back then were all missing, with no one alive or dead.
He has never asked about this matter since then, and has never asked his master.
Because he was afraid, he was afraid of hearing the answer he least wanted to hear from his master.
Maybe everything is a coincidence, Duanmuqing has comforted himself like this for so many years.
But today he actually said that he was responsible for the death of his parents, and Duanmu Qing's eyes were blood red.
No wonder, no wonder his parents died suddenly suddenly despite being in good health. It turned out to be his fault!
"Then, you were the one who killed those three students back then!" Duanmuqing gritted his teeth and looked at his master with blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, since I have accepted you as my disciple, of course I can't watch my disciples being bullied, so those three children are dead. Now I am still training and raising them, and they have become walking zombies. What, you
Miss them?" The old man lowered his head and looked at Duanmu Qing.
At this time, there was a faint murderous intention in the old man's eyes.
I originally thought that this apprentice could inherit his legacy, but I didn't expect that he was so unwilling to make progress and actually got involved with those evil heretics. Now the old man has murderous intentions.
Since you don't seek improvement, then you don't care about one more corpse in your charnel house.
The old man looked at Duanmu Qing with a ferocious sneer on his face, then stretched out his hand and dug his sharp nails into his neck.
Looking at his nails that were full of corpse poison, Duanmu Qing smiled to himself. He was really unlucky. He finally recognized a master, but it turned out to be such a thing. It seemed that he was dead today.
After death, I will probably be turned into a walking corpse by this old guy, and I won’t be willing to do that!
Seeing that the old man's nails were about to pierce Duanmu Qing's neck.
"boom!"
At this moment, a loud noise came from the door, the door of the ramen restaurant was knocked open, and a black figure appeared at the door.
