At 1 o'clock in the morning, in a small town near the Seine River on the outskirts of Paris, there were no pedestrians or vehicles left on the streets, and even the few bars had closed early. This is a European town that is very suitable for life.
, there are not many tourists in the town. Most of the townspeople are accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early. The most lively time and place is just the vegetable market in the morning.
However, because of its proximity to Paris, it has become the place of residence chosen by many international students. Although international students need to arrive an hour in advance to catch the only one bus into the city every day, the low rent still makes some poor students the first choice.
Choice, Li Xiaowu is one of these people.
After returning from performing on the streets in Paris, she found a part-time night shift in the only laundry room in town. Although the salary was not much, the boss was very nice and allowed her to work the night shift from 9 to 1 p.m.
There are basically no customers at this time. She can use this time to read and review her homework, so it is still very good.
The good public security in the town is the guarantee that Li Xiaowu dares to go home alone at night. The small town cannot tolerate bad people at all. The list of the most naughty children is written on the wall board of the police uncle.
Wearing clothes from the laundry room, Li Xiaowu walked towards the old-fashioned apartment where the rental house was located while rubbing her sore neck.
Just when she took out her keys and opened the door, a man from behind the corridor who was only wearing boxer briefs and was still soaked suddenly hugged her from behind and covered her mouth with one hand. Li Xiaowu was frightened.
Struggling so hard, the man whispered feebly into her ear, "Don't wake others up, it's me."
This voice was so familiar that Li Xiaowu turned around with his eyes wide open. He saw Thirteen covered in mud and dirt. He was covering the wound on his stomach with his hands, but blood was still flowing out through his fingers.
With.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Xiaowu had never seen so much blood.
"Can we talk after we go in?" Thirteen was already on the verge of coma, and his face was as pale as a corpse.
Li Xiaowu quickly opened the door and helped Shi San in. Li Xiaowu simply lived alone, otherwise his roommates would probably be frightened by this man.
Thirteen threw the wooden box and the sword niche ghost in the living room and quickly went to the bathroom. Sitting down against the bathtub, he asked Li Xiaowu to bring the medicine box, needlework, and all the candies in the house. He
While chewing chocolate, he used a needle and thread to sew up a hand-wide wound on his stomach. In order to prevent the loss of blood in the body, he even turned on cold water and sprayed it on his body to shrink the muscle tissue and skin. Looking at the thirteenth
When the mud washed off his body mixed with the diluted blood flowed into the drainage hole, tears appeared in Li Xiaowu's eyes instinctively, and she said nervously, "Let's go to the hospital!"
"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I really don't know where to go. I only know where not to go, such as hospitals, police stations, and morgues." Thirteen joked sadly, "Don't go too far.
Worry, the knife that stabbed me was lucky, it went along the gap between the two intestines and did not hurt the internal organs."
"How did you do this?" Li Xiaowu couldn't imagine that his fellow villagers who had helped him fight several gangsters during the day would actually look like this at night.
"Even if I tell you, it's hard for you to understand. All I can say is, I'm not a bad person, can you trust me?" Shisan looked at Li Xiaowu standing aside, "Now you have two choices, drive me away.
, just pretend that nothing happened; let me stay and help me. No matter which one you choose, I will not force you."
Li Xiaowu has never experienced anything like this. Even a boy has never stayed in the room so late. She was holding a clean towel in her hand. Obviously if she handed it to Thirteen, the towel would be useless, just like herself
life is the same.
What crisis is the most terrifying in the 21st century? Of course, it is the crisis of trust. Sincerity and understanding have long been lost among people. This is an era when no one dares to help an old lady fall to the ground. Trusting strangers requires more than courage.
"What do you need me to help you with?" Li Xiaowu chose to believe it.
"Thank you. I need glucose, a syringe, and some anti-inflammatory drugs. Can you get them?" Thirteen smiled.
"There is a 24-hour clinic in town. I'll go there now." After saying that, Li Xiaowu put down her towel and left home quickly.
Until this moment, Li Xiaowu didn't understand why he wanted to help this bloody man who appeared at his door late at night. They only met once and couldn't even be called friends. Maybe this is the destiny that Wu Zhu often said?
When Li Xiaowu gave her address to Shisan, this bond had already been formed.
Just after Li Xiaowu left, Shisan had taken care of the wound and returned to the living room with only a towel. He put the wooden box in front of him. Zhang Tianshi's Soul Calming Talisman was Niu X, and he dived all the way here with him.
, it will be clean and clear immediately after leaving the water without any impact.
Thirteen drew the sky-shielding talisman, causing the talisman sealed in the box to bloom like petals. When the wooden box was opened again, there was no deadly poisonous gas. Think of Thirteen's meal of boiling water, urine, and durian sugar for disinfection.
Completely solved Zhang Tianshi’s bad breath problem.
"You bastard, are you finally willing to open the box? You are so miserable that you feed me such disgusting things!" Zhang Tianshi has not eaten for thousands of years, and the candy Shisan threw in at the end is considered a rare commodity.
, he tasted one, and the taste was almost the same as eating shit, right? With Zhang Tianshi’s mouth filled with the taste of durian, he would be worse off than dead, although he is still considered dead now.
"Tell me, who are rescuing you and where are they?" Shisan asked coldly.
"You look like you've met my disciples, right? How are you? What's your position like being hunted? They really don't understand the rules and have made you so crippled. It's obvious that you are my prey and only I can kill you.
After you die, I will do this and that to your soul." Zhang Tianshi's head said with a smug smile, obviously having forgotten that "Thirteenth Uncle" is not a fuel-saving thing.
Thirteen didn't even bother to explain to this guy, so he grabbed his hair and took him out of the box.
"You brat! What do you want to do?" Zhang Tianshi finally remembered.
"I'll show you high technology." Thirteen returned to the bathroom again, opened the old straight-tube washing machine, and threw the dead head in.
"Thirteen, I tell you, keep a line in everything so that we can meet again in the future." Zhang Tianshi begged for mercy in disguise, but Shisan poured a large spoonful of washing powder and sprinkled it on Zhang Tianshi's head.
"I only want to meet girls so that we can meet each other in the future, so I'd better do my best for you, a dead guy." Thirteen closed the lid of the washing machine and turned on the spin-drying mode even though he had sprinkled the washing powder on it.
The vibrating washing machine threw the man's head back and forth in the bucket like a rubber ball, like a high-speed ball. The collision made Zhang Tianshi scream in agony, and he could spit out bubbles from all the washing powder he swallowed in his mouth.
After falling for a full 5 minutes, Shisan turned off the power. When he turned it on, he found that the head of the person who had been dry-cleaned without water was really clean, but it had been knocked to the point of dying, as if he had died all over again.
"You can't treat me like this. I am the Taoist ancestor, a man who stands at the top of the human world." Zhang Tianshi cried and foamed at the mouth.
"Tell me about your disciple's story. If you haven't remembered yet, I still have a lot of modern high-tech for you to play with." Shisan asked softly, lying next to the washing machine.
This is definitely not a coercion or inducement. Zhang Tianshi just felt that he was destined to be with Thirteen, so he mercifully asked this junior to watch. It is true that a man like Zhang Tianshi who has legs and will definitely stand at the top of human beings occasionally lowers his posture, such as when he puts it on the ground.
It is also a manifestation of moral character.
Before his death, Zhang Tianshi not only divided his body into 10 parts and hid three souls and seven souls in them, but also selected 10 talented people from his disciples and disciples, and trained them into immortal vampires. However,
Zhang Tianshi all called them "Dao Zhan". Dao Zheng was immortal but had no descendants. They took Zhang Tianshi's body and went their separate ways, tossing and turning for thousands of years. More than 8 of them died at different times, such as the famous Degu
Count La; there were also those who were tricked and killed, such as a certain man who settled in Hiroshima during World War II; but most of them committed suicide because they were fed up with the pain and torture of sucking blood.
There were only two people who survived in this chaotic and ever-changing world, and one of them was Clark. He spent hundreds of years collecting fragments of Zhang Tianshi's body scattered around the world, either through coercion or inducement, or through murder and bribery. No matter it was
Anyway, he has basically raised all Zhang Tianshi's possessions, only his head is missing.
Naturally, Zhang Tianshi could not tell the story behind Thirteen, but only explained in detail how powerful Dao Zong was. Not only did Dao Zong not die, but his body was not stiff at all. They looked just like ordinary people, but they could accumulate strong spiritual power by sucking blood, no matter how they suffered.
As long as the brain is still injured, it can eventually recover.
Thirteen knew that this was the only information he could get from the mouth of the dead man's head that had been closed for nearly 200 years. Unless he had the superb skill of drawing the appearance of the ten Dao Zongs with a brush in his mouth, otherwise he would know
The name has no meaning either. If he were alive today, his disciples and grandchildren who are still alive should have changed their names.
"Is there any way to find them?" Thirteen asked.
"You don't need to go looking for them. As long as you take me with you, they will naturally come to you." Zhang Tianshi smiled coldly.
"Thank you for your explanation. Now, go back." Thirteen threw the head back into the wooden box like a basketball. At just the right time, the wooden box automatically closed again.
At this moment, the special plane bound for Paris had just taken off from the Imperial Capital Airport. When Laughing Torpedo saw Lin Xi among the entourage, he made a call to Wu Zhu.
After hearing the news, Wuzhu was silent for a while, and then sighed, "Sure enough, the written script does not allow for the slightest change. Even if we peepers have tried our best to avoid it, destiny cannot be violated... Anyway, Lin Xi's deadline
It’s coming soon, and the pattern of dying in a foreign land has already taken shape. Let’s see if the Golden Silkworm King that Ale planted for her can change her fate against the will of heaven, right?”