Ivan Joe's pace was very fast. When we turned around, he had already walked out of the courtyard gate.
"Take out that nail and bring it to me. Remember not to touch it directly with your hands."
Chujiu, I, and Wan Li heard Ivan Qiao's voice in our ears, or in other words, the voice appeared directly in our heads.
The three of us looked at each other. From the expressions on the faces of the other police officers, we could easily come to this conclusion.
characters, and the technique of transmitting sounds from thousands of miles away.
Everyone underestimated the steel nail protruding from Gu Yingran's head. Wan Li glanced at Gu Yingran, who was almost mummified, with only a little discomfort in his eyes, and he casually tore off a piece of cloth from the clothes on the corpse.
"How about I come? I won't be scared to sleep at night."
Chujiu, who frowned tightly and didn't want to look at the mummy for a second from the corner of his eyes, actually teased Wan Li.
Wan Li glanced at Chujiu, shook his head with a smile on his face, and asked Chujiu to personally give the steel nails he pulled out to Ivan Qiao. Chujiu, who was standing aside, trembled obviously.
"I'll go! Chujiu, help me press her head."
After Wan Li tinkered for a long time, the steel nail didn't move at all, so we could only ask Chujiu, who had his back to us, for help.
"I'll do it and let Chujiu rest."
I can't guess why Chujiu suddenly developed such a strong resistance to corpses. When he handled Jing'er's corpse in the morgue of the First Hospital, I didn't see him showing any disgust.
"Qin Feng, are you not full?"
Wan Li exerted all his strength and grabbed the steel nail wrapped in a strip of cloth with one hand. For a long time, he couldn't see the steel nail being pulled out, so he waved his hand awkwardly.
After trying several times in a row, Chujiu finally couldn't stand it anymore, pushed Wan Li away, moved his fingers, and tightly grasped the steel needle.
"I'll go! What the hell? Has this steel needle rusted to death in her head?"
Chujiu tried the same thing several times, but still got the same result. Looking at Wan Li again, they both looked embarrassed and sighed in understanding.
"Haha, you three idiots, I said you can't touch it directly with your hands, but I didn't say you can't use tools? This is a soul-sacrifice nail. Do you think it's as simple as a steel needle?"
Ivan Joe's laughter suddenly exploded in my ears, and that laughter actually made me feel dizzy.
Wan Li and Chujiu were not much better either. Wan Li covered his ears with his hands and his breathing became rapid. Chujiu bit his lips and stared in the direction of the small courtyard next door.
In just a moment, we returned to normal. Wan Li patted his chest and looked out the door with admiration. Ivan Qiao was too scary. This was simply a magical method, not to mention he was so young.
Chujiu snorted coldly, and even I could hear the endless jealousy in his cold snort. It seemed that Lao Li didn't have the magic of eternal youth in his veins.
"Hey, Chujiu, you now have a goal to strive for. I went out to get the tools."
Wan Li's mentality changed very quickly. He was envious for a moment and then returned to normal. Perhaps this is the reason why Mr. Xu chose him among so many people.
It took the three of them half an hour, plus a bunch of tools found from thousands of miles away, to finally pull out the soul-sacrifice nail from Gu Yingran's head.
"It's strange, it doesn't look so difficult to pull out. I feel like I can easily slap it into someone's head with it."
The steel needle is much longer than I imagined, as long as a palm. The strangest thing is that the steel needle is not cylindrical, but shaped like a triangular bayonet. This shape is supposed to reduce a lot of resistance.
We actually spent so much effort to get it out.
After pulling out the soul-sacrifice nail, Chujiu changed his previous resistance and instead put his head close to Gu Yingran's skull and examined it carefully for a long time.
"It's very strange. Why is there green mucus coming out of my head? The human brain shouldn't be filled with blood and brain matter. I didn't dare to look at it for a long time."
Chujiu told us that when he was still very young, his uncle took him to deal with a walking corpse.
Dealing with the walking corpses had to wait until night, so before dark, his uncle took him to eat spicy fried bean curds.
Chu Jiu did not describe in detail the process of the fight between the uncle and the zombie. He only said that the uncle finally used six peach wood nails to fasten the limbs, chest and abdomen of the zombie.
At this time, the zombies basically had no fighting power and were just lying on the ground, twitching constantly.
The uncle took out the last peach wood nail and threw it to Chujiu, asking Chujiu to nail it from the walking corpse's heavenly spirit cap. Only in this way can the spiritual sense of the walking corpse be completely dissipated.
At a young age, Chujiu didn't think much about it. As a Taoist boy who kowtowed in front of the portrait of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty and was inspired to punish the evil forces, Chujiu picked up a peach wood nail, pointed it at the walking corpse Tianling Gai and slapped it in.
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With a "plop" sound, the peach wood nail easily penetrated the walking corpse's Tianling Cap, and a stream of red and white stuff spurted out from the position of the peach wood nail on the Tianling Cap.
Chujiu escaped easily, staring at the red and white foam fragments on the ground and feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach. His uncle laughed at Chujiu and said that this is human brain, but the brains of walking corpses are not fresh enough, and fresh brains are more like
It’s the tofu pudding I ate today.
Looking at the red and white foamy objects on the ground, Chujiu began to vomit wildly. The red and deteriorated blood looked more and more like spicy oil, and the white granular lumps also looked like bean curds.
After that, I didn’t eat beancurd for a long time in the ninth day of the lunar month. It took me a long time to do some psychological work on myself, and I didn’t have that weird feeling when I saw beancurd.
Later, on the ninth day of the lunar month, he started eating tofu puddings again, but when eating dou puddings, he would recite the meditation mantra to get rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind.
The living Gu Yingran who was seen earlier suddenly turned into a mummy, and with the steel needles hidden in her hair, Chujiu naturally thought of her childhood again. In order not to affect her appetite, Chujiu simply stopped looking at the top of Gu Yingran's head.
steel needle.
Until Ivan Qiao's voice message just now, the burst of laughter directly pierced the fragile memory in Chujiu's brain. Chujiu suddenly had an enlightenment, completely eradicated this period of heartache, and his heart became more clear.
Wan Li still couldn't understand what Chujiu wanted to express. In the end, Chujiu could only tell Wan Li more simply and clearly. This is similar to the inner demons of people who practice Taoism. If the inner demons are eliminated, the speed of practice will make a qualitative leap, Ivan.
Joe's seemingly random burst of laughter was like a blessing to him.
"Uncle Master, hey hey hey, do you want to eat White Rabbit toffee?"
Wan Li informed the police officers outside the door to dispose of Gu Yingran's withered body first. We wrapped the soul-sacrifice nails with cloth strips and arrived at Mr. Xu's residence. Chujiu approached Ivan Qiao with a playful smile.
"There is no way to stay young and old, but this is the top-secret method of Brahmin. If you are willing to switch to my sect and become the inheritor of my Brahmin, you will not only enjoy the supreme rights, but also stay young forever..."
Ivan Qiao probably guessed the purpose of Chujiu's attentiveness. Instead of being displeased with others asking about his unique skills, Ivan Qiao began to seduce Chujiu. He even promised Chujiu that as long as he would switch to his sect, even a family in India would pass on the inheritance
The manor that has been here for hundreds of years is willing to be given to Chujiu.
"Uncle Master, what are you thinking? It is a natural law for people to grow old. I mean, if you want to eat sweets, you can give me money and I will run errands to buy them for you."
This great-uncle, who looks only slightly older than Chujiu, is not as easy to fool as Chujiu imagined. If it were his uncle, Chujiu would always be able to trick him into getting the same technique as the White Rabbit toffee.
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it anymore? In the worst case, I will pay for the estate's taxes while I'm still alive."
When Ivan Qiao told the amount of taxes, he felt weak in his legs. Sure enough, the life in the upper class was beyond the reach of ordinary people. The amount of taxes that need to be paid in just one month is comparable to the life savings of ordinary people.
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I touched my backpack, and in my backpack was the bankbook left by my grandfather. In the bankbook was his lifetime departmental allowance, which was still a little short of the taxes that Ivan Joe needed to pay to their country in a month.
It turns out that in the story my grandpa told me, it was not just a casual remark that beings at this level like my master were never short of money.
"Hey, you are welcome to join me anytime if you want to switch to my sect. Now place the soul-sacrifice nail underground."