Why do you say that? Let’s start from the beginning. When he just walked out of the movie theater, Du Weiguo had already felt an inexplicable warning sign from the system.
Then he immediately started to look around, and immediately discovered that there were two very strange eyes at the door of the cinema, which had been firmly locked on him.
The hostility exuded by these two guys was not concealed at all, so Du Weiguo immediately said goodbye to Huo Lili. These people were obviously coming for him.
Moreover, Huo Lili's status is extraordinary. She is accompanied by bodyguards from a distance. No matter what, I believe she will be safe and sound.
These two guys were wearing sunglasses when they were outside the theater door, but at this moment, this guy pounced on him.
Probably because he exerted too much force and moved too much, the sunglasses on his face had slipped off.
The entire pupil of his eyes has been completely dilated, and the entire eyeballs are strangely gray-white, without any energy, and the skin is pale and blue.
Moreover, under Du Weiguo's dynamic vision, there was not even the slightest facial expression or micro-expression on his face.
Such a state is definitely not something that a living person can achieve. This is a state that only the dead can have!
It is neither a living person nor a completely dead person. It is a corpse that can move, so it can only be called a living corpse!
Even though Du Weiguo was so bold, he had already seen strong winds and waves, so he was frightened by this thing.
He has seen both the living and the dead, and there are not many living people killed by him, but this living dead is definitely a new species.
However, even though Du Weiguo was stunned for a moment when he saw this guy's ferocious face, his reaction was not slow at all.
The body’s instinctive reaction is faster than the brain!
As the dim light of the Xiao Tang Dao flickered, before the guy's two hands and ten pitch black nails were about to touch Du Weiguo's neck, every last one was cut off by the extremely sharp Xiao Tang Dao.
The touch transmitted back through the Xiaotang Dao showed that this guy's limbs are very strong and tough, far beyond the level of ordinary people, and are almost like wood.
If Xiao Tang's knife hadn't been sharp enough and Du Weiguo's strength hadn't been strong enough, this attack might not have been effective!
The incisions on the fingers were extremely smooth, and strangely there was not even a drop of blood. Moreover, although this guy had ten fingers cut off, his forward movements were not reduced at all.
But he opened his mouth in an instant, revealing the dark fangs inside, exuding an indescribable stench, and bit Du Weiguo's neck fiercely!
Damn it, why are you pretending to be a zombie for me? Resident Evil or Train to Busan? Do you really think I’m scared?
At this time, Du Weiguo just quickly took a step back, without touching his body at all, and avoided his bite with great ease.
At the same time, the tall and burly figure blocking the back alley also took steps, stiff and strange, but rushed towards Du Weiguo extremely fast!
"Hey! Who are you doing? Stop right now!"
At this moment, a military uniformed sir wearing a raincoat passed by the alley behind him. He saw the tall figure rushing at high speed and immediately shouted loudly.
King Du Yan originally planned to behead the living corpse in front of him, but when he heard this sound, he immediately put away the Tang knife.
At this time, Du Weiguo turned around with great dexterity, and at the same time, his figure suddenly dwarfed, and he suddenly slipped under the arm of the tall figure.
The two ferocious living corpses collided hard, and Du Weiguo immediately got up and ran in front of the military-uniformed sir.
This is a young policeman with a relatively handsome appearance. He looks like he has an upright face. He is already holding a .38 revolver in his hand.
Before he could ask any questions, Du Weiguo shouted loudly in English:
"SIR, help! These two half-human, half-ghost guys bite everyone they see!"
Today, Du Weiguo is still wearing a white shirt, black pants, a black leather school bag, and white sneakers stained by mud and rain. At first glance, he looks like a college student.
Coupled with his fluent English, such a character is like a giant panda in Hong Kong Island today.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is either rich or noble. Upon hearing this, the little uniformed policeman did not hesitate and immediately raised his revolver.
He shouted at the two living dead: "Kneel down and raise your hands immediately!"
At this time, the tall and burly living corpse had turned around, raised its dark claws, and pounced towards Du Weiguo who was hiding behind Sir.
The relatively short guy behind him also got up and rushed towards this side without saying a word.
"Snapped!"
Needless to say, this sir is quite courageous. Although he was frightened by this tall living corpse, he did not hesitate.
He pulled the trigger immediately, and "Bang!" there was a crisp gunshot. There was no reason to miss at such a close distance.
The tall living corpse was immediately shot in the chest, but he didn't seem to notice it, and his speed didn't slow down at all, and he crashed into Sir.
The sharp, thorn-like nails immediately scratched Sir's shoulder, blood spattered everywhere, and his pistol naturally fell to the ground.
The force of this guy's impact was unparalleled. When the little policeman was stabbed in the shoulder by him, he flew backwards violently.
At this time, Du Weiguo stretched out one hand to hold his back, while the other hand steadily caught his pistol in mid-air.
"Bang! Bang!"
After two crisp gunshots, the two living corpses were shot in the forehead, and they immediately fell to the ground without a word and became motionless.
Sure enough, the principle of this thing is the same as that of zombies. The key is the brain or cervical nerves. Du Weiguo curled his lips disdainfully and handed the pistol back to the confused Sir.
"Sir, you are so brave! You killed two zombie-like monsters!"
At this time, the young policeman had already reacted. He was just about to say something, when suddenly an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face.
He tightly covered the place where he had just been stabbed by the living corpse with his hand, and said with almost a groan:
"I, I seem to have been poisoned. The injured area hurts like hell! Please help me!"
Du Weiguo originally thought about it and left, but when he saw the situation, he couldn't help but frown.
After all, this upright Sir was injured just because he was trying to help him. As the saying goes, I won’t kill Boya, but Boya died because of me.
It was not Du Weiguo's style to turn around and leave without saving anything. He sighed helplessly, bent down, and opened the little policeman's raincoat.
Glancing at the injured part, I saw that the little policeman's scratched wound had turned black in such a short time, and a pungent fishy smell could be smelled from a distance.
A faint police whistle sounded in the distance, and Du Weiguo pondered for a moment:
"This thing seems to be poisonous. The police will come soon. Ask them to take you to the hospital quickly!"
When he turned around and was about to leave, the little policeman grabbed his wrist and begged in a quick voice: "No, if they come, it will be too late!"
Du Weiguo frowned, with a tangled look on his face, but he glanced at the young policeman's sad eyes and still didn't harden his heart after all.
At this time, he helped the little policeman and walked out of the alley. The little policeman's face turned pale with pain, and big beads of sweat were dripping down.
Du Weiguo asked in a deep voice: "Where is the nearest hospital?"
The little policeman said in a weak voice: "No, it's useless to go to the hospital for these crooked things. We have to go to Uncle Fengjiu!"
"Uncle Nine!"
"Yes, Uncle Nine!"
When he heard this term, Du Weiguo was stunned on the spot. Uncle Jiu, what a long childhood memory, living corpse, walking corpse, zombie, ghost ghost, rumored female ghost, Maoshan Taoist priest.
Uncle Jiu, who is dressed in a yellow Taoist priest's robe, has long eyebrows and a righteous look on his face? No way? Am I just stepping into a supernatural script?
Didn't Uncle Jiu come from the Republic of China? And he didn't seem to have a surname of Feng, either? And he wasn't particularly young at that time.
If he had lived to this day, he would have been over 80 years old, right? He probably had to hold on to the wall to urinate, and he also hunted monsters and subjugated them, no kidding.
Du Weiguo's curiosity aroused. He supported the young policeman and used his revolver to stop a taxi with people on the road.
Without saying a word, he kicked the passengers who were as frightened as quails out of the car, and then took the bus to the pier.
Well, yes, it's the pier.
An hour and a half later, Du Weiguo helped the young police officer to the Lantau Police Station, where he saw a young version of Uncle Jiu who was wearing a green police uniform, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a heroic face.
No, it should be Uncle Feng. His current name is Feng Jiu, and he is known as Uncle Feng. Of course, some people call him Uncle Jiu. The young police officer had already said it intermittently on the road.
Wearing no apricot Taoist priest uniform, no mahogany sword in his hand, and a revolver slung around his waist, looking like a military policeman, Uncle Jiu, who is only in his 30s at most, looks really out of line!
"Xiao Liao, is this what you are doing?"
Seeing the little policeman, whose face was now blue-grey and whose eyes were a little distracted, Uncle Jiu quickly walked over.
He stretched out his hand to support him, glanced at the wound briefly, then lowered his head and smelled the wound.
Uncle Jiu immediately frowned, his thick eyebrows moved like two brooms, and his tone was low and powerful:
"Walking corpse!"
Uncle Feng said something like this in a deep voice. His accent was not entirely Cantonese, but similar to Mandarin in Guangdong Province. Du Weiguo could barely understand it.
Du Weiguo's expression suddenly became stern. It turns out that this thing is not called a living corpse, but a walking corpse! It's quite appropriate.
Looking at Du Weiguo, Uncle Jiu said to him in a calm voice:
"Little brother, help me get him in!"
Du Weiguo didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and walked into the police station with the policeman named Xiao Liao.
The so-called Lantau Police Station is now just an establishment similar to a township police station. It is the famous Qing Shui Yamen on Hong Kong Island and a place of exile.
Not even the slightest bit of gossip is left out. Usually there are no cases at all. At most, they are just some trivial rural disputes.
Any young people with some ambition would rather go out to work than work here as errands. The rest are the old, weak, sick, disabled, or those who have been transferred to other places.
I don’t know why Uncle Jiu, who is so heroic and muscular, was sent here to guard the fish pond. Maybe it’s because a person like him doesn’t know how to work in a camp, so it’s hard for him to live up to his standards!
Usually, most police officers in the Lantau Police Station do not come to work at all, they stay at home or do other things to make a living.
For example, right now, in this police station, except for a white-headed guy lying on his desk and taking a nap, there are no other police officers at all.
No need to ask, Du Weiguo picked up Xiao Liao and placed him flat on an empty desk. Xiao Liao may have seen Uncle Jiu at this time.
The breath that had been hanging in his heart was relieved, and he had fallen into a complete coma, and his breathing was very rapid, like a bellows.
Du Weiguo didn't need to explain at all. He took off Xiao Liao's raincoat with a wink, put his gun aside properly, and then pressed his arm hard.
At this time, Uncle Jiu was preparing the things in his hands in a leisurely manner, while glancing at Du Weiguo from the corner of his eye, and a trace of satisfaction suddenly flashed in his eyes.
This young man is handsome, upright, calm, courageous and careful, and he has real skills at first glance. He is definitely a rare and good talent for learning Taoism.
But at this time, Uncle Jiu didn't have much time to exchange pleasantries with Du Weiguo. It was more important to save people. He held two dull-colored bamboo tubes in his hands, the kind used for cupping.
The other hand held two bright yellow talismans, and there were talismans drawn with cinnabar on them. I saw these very familiar things.
Look at Uncle Feng's movements and steps, they are smooth and flowing, pleasing to the eye, with a vague and indescribable unique charm.
Du Weiguo instantly felt that the slightly unfamiliar Uncle Ninth in front of him became familiar, and gradually overlapped with the Uncle Ninth in his memory. After all, Uncle Ninth was Du Weiguo's childhood memory!
What a pity! Uncle Jiu, who looked upright, died young! Huh? Why do you suddenly feel a little tearful?
Uncle Jiu, at this time, acted extremely decisively. He first reached out and tore open Xiao Liao's police uniform, revealing the part of him that was scratched by the fingernails of the zombie.
At this time, Xiao Liao's injured area was already pitch black, and the flesh and blood inside were dark in color, exuding an unpleasant rotten smell.
Uncle Feng just pressed his fingers around the wound and checked briefly. Then he muttered a few words in his mouth, and the talisman in his hand suddenly ignited without fire.
Uncle Feng quickly folded the half-burned talisman paper a few times with very special gestures, and then stuffed it into the bamboo tube. After that, he placed the two bamboo tubes upside down directly on Xiao Liao's wound.
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Suddenly, a strange, unpleasant and indescribable smell rose up. Du Weiguo couldn't help but frown and hold his breath.
However, as the unpleasant odor rose, Xiao Liao groaned. The blue-grey color on his face visibly faded, and his breathing gradually became steady.
He is indeed the ninth uncle!
To deal with these evil things, you can definitely get rid of them easily! It never disappoints you.
Even though he has put on a police uniform, mounted a pistol, gotten younger, and even changed his name, when he picks up the talisman, he is still the most familiar Taoist priest with one eyebrow!
Uncle Jiu, I miss you so much! Du Weiguo whispered in his heart at this time.
At this time, Uncle Jiu leaned down again, carefully inspected Xiao Liao's wounds, and measured his pulse. Then he clapped his hands gently and said in a gentle voice:
"Okay, young man, you don't have to hold his arm down anymore."
Du Weiguo nodded silently, let go of Xiao Liao's shoulders, and then slowly took a few steps back.
After letting out a long breath, Uncle Jiu came over with a smile on his face, patted his shoulder gently, and his tone was full of appreciation:
"What a long breath! That's great, young man. Everything is fine here. Come on, let's go to the door and have a chat."
Du Weiguo smiled warmly and followed Uncle Jiu to the door of the police station. Uncle Jiu handed over a cigarette in a very kind manner: