"You must obtain extraordinary strength as soon as possible in order to truly have the ability to protect yourself."
Being wet all over and exposed to the cold wind by the river, Zhang Tong's whole body was trembling, and his desire for extraordinary power became more urgent.
Exposed to the biting coldness, Zhang Tong took a deep breath, looked at the body that had been dragged out of the reservoir, and frowned.
It is obviously impossible to destroy such a soaked corpse with fire.
"But if we don't destroy the body and eliminate all traces of it, once someone discovers this body, Uncle Qin will definitely sell it to me."
"If the murder case is characterized as such, the police's first target of suspicion will definitely be me."
Zhang Tong glanced vaguely at the Water Ghost Temple in the distance where the lights had not been turned off, and then at Baomi Di in the distance. Zhang Tong gritted his teeth, picked up the stinking corpse, and walked towards Baomi Di.
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His pale and swollen hands were drooped on his chest, and his black nails were filled with blood stains and mud, exuding a fishy stench.
Zhang Tong held his breath and walked forward with difficulty carrying the weight.
For some reason, the corpse was so heavy that Zhang Tong even suspected that he was carrying cement instead of a corpse!
"I have to carry even scrap metal!"
"The fallen ghost's Tianling Cap hasn't been taken off yet, so we have to find a safe place to start."
Zhang Tong gritted his teeth and took steps with difficulty.
But something strange happened soon. As Zhang Tong moved away from the reservoir, the exaggerated pressure on his back faded away like the tide.
Looking down at the arm drooping on his chest, Zhang Tong found that the arm was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's like being dehydrated!
"If you leave the reservoir, will you lose your power?"
Looking at his withered arms and feeling the weight on his back getting smaller and smaller, a flash of understanding flashed in Zhang Tong's eyes.
Although the water monkey I killed was somewhat different from the water monkey mentioned on the Internet, there were also some similarities.
According to Zhang Tong's guess, this thing may not be a monster that escaped from the spiritual world.
It is very likely that the body is possessed by some kind of special monster and possesses some kind of strange power.
It is said to be a water monkey, but in fact it is more appropriate to call it a dead ghost.
"In the spirit world, there should be no watches, right?"
Looking at the watch strap on his wrist that was exposed due to skin shrinkage, Zhang Tong became more and more convinced of his guess.
Such a guess also made Zhang Tong firm up his mind. He must not let himself be mixed up with the murder case. He still wanted to become a rich man step by step in three years!
The corpse must be destroyed and all traces of it must be destroyed!
Carrying the withered body on his back, Zhang Tong quickly arrived near Baomi Di.
With the help of the cover of the corn field, Zhang Tong carefully looked around and made sure that there were no adulterous wild mandarin ducks, then he threw the corpse on the ground without any reverence.
Looking at the corpse in a rickety posture, Zhang Tong picked up a stone and slammed it on its head.
There was a crisp sound!
As expected, Zhang Tong smashed his withered head to pieces.
Among the broken bones on the ground, only the Tianling Gai, which was as sunken as a plate, remained intact.
"The Heavenly Spirit Cap of the Fallen Ghoul!"
Zhang Tong's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the Tianling Cap regardless of the bad luck.
As the fallen ghost's Tianling Gai was taken, Zhang Tong could clearly feel a coldness spreading into his body along his fingertips, and a large amount of saliva was unconsciously secreted from his mouth.
A sense of hunger enveloped Zhang Tong for no reason!
However, perhaps because of eating those two beads, Zhang Tong was not affected by this sudden strangeness. Instead, he looked thoughtfully at the mummy on the ground:
"Hunger... is it the driving force that drives the dead to hunt?"
Zhang Tong carefully stuffed the corpse's Tianling Gai into his already soaked school bag, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the ricket mummy.
"We have obtained the Tianling Cap of the fallen ghost. We can deal with the scene and then leave here."
Zhang Tong's thinking was very calm, especially after confirming that the dried corpse became crispy, Zhang Tong already knew how he should destroy the corpse and eliminate traces.
He first dug a small pit in the soft soil and then threw the mummy into the pit.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tong raised a sharp stone and began to smash it on the mummy.
Zhang Tong didn't stop until the corpse was smashed to pieces by him, leaving only sharp and yellowed bone stubble.
Looking at the diesel saw in the pit that was still wrapped in dried meat and hair, Zhang Tong threw the stone away and calmly poured out all the diesel in the diesel saw.
Then the lighter easily ignited the diesel fuel.
With a crackling sound, the dry hair burned quickly, and even the minced meat soaked in diesel was burned and carbonized.
Finally, the flames went out, and Zhang Tong easily removed the diesel saw from the mummy.
After simply burying the mummy that he had smashed, Zhang Tong came to the reservoir again, walked to the depths of the reservoir with the water flowing, and threw the diesel saw in his hand far into the reservoir. Only then did Zhang Tong feel completely relieved.
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The body has been disposed of, and the tools used to commit the crime have also been disposed of.
Although this corpse had nothing to do with him at all, he did his best to deal with the traces.
Zhang Tong had no choice but to deal with other traces. He couldn't deal with Uncle Qin as well, right?
Thinking of Uncle Qin, Zhang Tong's face showed a smile unconsciously, and then under the cover of night, he walked along the path of Longhu Reservoir towards the outside world.
Not long after Zhang Tong left, Uncle Qin, wearing a coat and holding a flashlight, appeared near Baomi De, cursing.
"Whose little brat set fire near the corn field?"
"If you want to eat roasted corn, you can't bake it next to the corn field, right?"
"Uncle Qin saw the fire here from afar. Don't let Uncle Qin catch you."
Perhaps because he was afraid that there might be some bad guys, Uncle Qin started shooting with a flashlight from a distance. After making sure that no one was around, he walked towards the place where Zhang Tong's corpse had just been destroyed.
With the bright light of the flashlight, looking at the color of the newly dug soil on the ground, Uncle Qin chuckled: "The young man is not bad. He also knows how to bury open fires."
Uncle Qin, who looked satisfied, took a few steps forward without knowing what he was thinking.
But just these few steps caused his feet to slip, and his whole face fell into the dirt with a splat.
There was a muffled sound, and the sharp bone stubble buried under the soil pierced into the skin of Uncle Qin's face.
Under the severe pain, the elderly Uncle Qin fainted immediately.