Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1135: Invincible

In the dead of night, the crescent moon was like a hook. About 50 kilometers south of the city of Firozpur Chirga, there was a more remote town called Jamen.

The mayor's residence, located in the city center, is also the most imposing four-story yellow building in the entire town.

In today's India, these high-ranking officials are basically the richest and most powerful people in the local area.

Given India's current national conditions, these arrogant guys are extremely arrogant. They have no intention of keeping a low profile at all and simply show off their wealth blatantly.

It must be said that Du Weiguo's social class has now completely reached the top, and he has to go to and stay in the best places in the area.

In fact, according to his original personality, he doesn't like to be so ostentatious and prefers to be low-key.

In fact, Du Weiguo is quite helpless now. He is no longer acting alone, but has been upgraded to the helmsman of a huge interest group.

A few years later, the territory and power controlled by Du Weiguo were even called the Fourth Empire.

In this situation, no matter how selfless he is, his subordinates will do their best to arrange things for him and will not let him look too shabby.

Maybe this is what they mean when you are in the world, you have no choice.

Du Weiguo took over the mayor's residence and lived there. When the mayor heard that Du Weiguo was coming, he immediately ran away with his entire family.

He left with great determination, taking only valuable gold and silver items with him, without saying a word, and even giving up his position as mayor.

There were also some well-informed bigwigs in the city who, upon hearing the news, also fled in panic.

Damn it, he had to run! Just a few hours ago, Firozpur Chirga next door had been razed to the ground because of him. This was too scary.

  Now hearing that Du Weiguo, the plague god, is coming to Canada, who wouldn’t tremble?

At this moment, on the moonlit rooftop balcony, Du Weiguo was alone, leaning wearily against the fence, whispering softly:

"Old Guo, you are the same. You are already so old, why are you still showing off? You have no self-awareness at all."

  Shaking his head helplessly, Du Weiguo sighed softly, with a hint of sadness in his tone:

"So what? You finally got into trouble, right? You even lost your life."

In front of Du Weiguo, there was a deep scratch on the Jinma granite fence, and a close-up photo of Lao Guo's head was inserted in the gap, facing him.

Lao Guo had a square face, which was not good-looking to begin with. After being beheaded, his whole face was distorted and his eyes were closed in pain, making him look even uglier.

It's so hideous that it makes people's hair stand on end, and it's easy to have nightmares just by looking at it.

Du Weiguo had killed tens of thousands of people and had seen countless corpses in various tragic situations. Naturally, he would not be scared by a close-up of a human head.

But the unconcealable sadness in his expression became more intense.

He is not a god who can be completely heartless and free from desire, and have no joy or sorrow.

Old friends are hard to come by in life, and with Du Weiguo's current status and position, it is even more difficult than ascending to heaven to make true friends again.

It is a non-renewable resource, and when one dies, one less.

"Ding ~"

With a crisp sound from the lighter, Du Weiguo lit four cigarettes in one breath, and he placed three of them in front of Lao Guo's photo one by one.

Now, he has become more and more proficient in using the hidden knife he invented by utilizing the characteristics of space. His movements are smooth and seamless, without any flaws.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo held the last remaining cigarette in his mouth, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a long arrow of smoke.

  His tone was teasing and vicissitudes:

"Lao Guo, have a smoke, this cigarette tastes pretty good, I made it myself, it's a real good thing.

You don't need to be stingy down there, I'll give you enough. I'll burn a few boxes for you every New Year or festival."

  Du Weiguo smacked his lips and his tone became somewhat playful:

"Tsk, Deputy Director~ Lao Guo, you are a high-ranking official after all, but you are a poor old bachelor, and you probably haven't smoked any good cigarettes.

In the past, I might have been able to steal two boxes of Hu Fei's special supply of Red Panda, but in the past two years, I can't even smoke Peony?"

Although he knew it was meaningless to do so, Du Weiguo still kept muttering to himself.

He felt depressed and aggrieved, and had no one to confide in for some of his inner thoughts, so he could only vent them in this seemingly foolish way.

But at this moment, a cold night breeze suddenly blew past in a spiral.

The cigarette butts in front of the head photo suddenly lit up and were obviously burned a little, as if someone had taken a sharp puff of smoke.

"Haha~"

Suddenly faced with such a strange sight, Du Weiguo was not surprised but laughed.

  Looking at the flickering cigarette butts, he said to himself helplessly and jokingly:

"Ha! Guo Laonian, if you can really turn into a ghost, then you'll be so awesome, I can dominate the world.

You claim to have seen everything, but you haven't seen a ghost. Come on, come on, come out and let me see it."

  Then, he shook his head in self-mockery:

"Alright, Lao Guo, we finally know each other. I will avenge the people who hurt you and our brothers at the same time. No matter who the opponent is, I promise to tear them into pieces."

  At this moment, something even more bizarre happened!

The weak whirlwind just now did not dissipate, but became stronger, making a whimpering sound like crying.

Moreover, the wind no longer swirled around the cigarette butt, but instead swirled around Du Weiguo's body.

"Ok?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously turned his head to look at the photo of Lao Guo's tragic death, and then nothing changed.

Damn it, no way? After frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Du Weiguo said tentatively:

"As for the national treasures lost in Qianling Mausoleum, I will also recover them and return them intact to their rightful owners."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whirlwind miraculously stopped, and the three cigarettes on the fence began to slowly burn, with blue smoke curling up straight up.

"Hu Da, is there really no ghost in this world?"

Just at this moment, Miss Hu came over. As soon as she pushed open the balcony door, Du Weiguo asked anxiously.

"Of course not. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. Everything returns to nothingness. Du Da, are you possessed? Why are you suddenly asking such a childish and stupid question?"

Miss Hu frowned slightly, her tone extremely firm.

"If there were ghosts in this world and they could interfere with reality, wouldn't it have been chaos long ago?"

"Du Da, think about it, how many innocent souls have died at your hands? If ghosts really existed, you would be haunted by thousands or tens of thousands of them. How could you be so peaceful as you are now?"

Miss Hu, who was born as a monster, swore that there were no ghosts in this world. This painting style was somewhat inexplicably inconsistent.

But what she said did make sense, and her arguments were sufficient. Uncle Jiu, Hanwen and Old Qian had all said similar things to Du Weiguo before.

However, the scene he just witnessed was indeed a bit mysterious, and Du Weiguo couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Miss Hu's eyes quickly passed over the photo of Lao Guo on the fence and the three half-smoked cigarette butts that clearly carried the meaning of a memorial.

With her keen observation skills, she actually discovered it as soon as she went out.

She naturally knew what Du Weiguo was doing. He was just paying tribute and remembering his old friend, and just letting go of his inner distress. It was human nature.

However, thinking of Du Weiguo's question just now, Miss Hu frowned slightly, and her tone became a little serious:

"Du Da, please don't tell me that you just saw Lao Guo's ghost."

"Heh~" Du Weiguo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, that's just~"

Miss Hu is not an outsider, and she is currently the only close friend he can talk to. Most importantly, she is knowledgeable and can be compared to a mobile encyclopedia, who can answer his questions and resolve his doubts.

So Du Weiguo had nothing to hide and told her everything that had happened.

"Hu Da, if you say this is a coincidence, isn't it a bit far-fetched?"

Miss Hu did not answer immediately, but turned her head to look at Lao Guo's photo and the three cigarette butts that were about to burn out.

Then she stared at Du Weiguo with a meaningful look in her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Hu Da, don't tell me that what I just saw was an illusion!"

Du Weiguo was annoyed by her stare and raised his voice involuntarily.

  "Alas~" Miss Hu sighed:

"Du Da, you really didn't see any hallucinations."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's expression eased a little, but Miss Hu's next sentence made his expression ugly again.

"What you saw was not an illusion, but a small illusion you created for yourself."

  Without waiting for Du Weiguo to speak, she continued to explain:

"Du Da, your brain waves are special, equivalent to being invulnerable to swords and guns. I guess only you can let you enter the illusion."

"What?" Du Weiguo was stunned, and then immediately asked anxiously:

"You said I created an illusion for myself? Hu Da, you are not trying to say I am crazy, are you?"

"Hey, look for yourself!"

"Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him, and at the same time she reached out and wiped the edge of the fence, then poked her finger in front of Du Weiguo's eyes.

At this moment, a few drops of crystal dew were hanging on her white jade-like fingertips.

Du Weiguo still didn't react, and asked with his neck stiff, "Isn't this just dew? What does it have to do with me?"

Miss Hu said unhappily, "Du Da, look around somewhere else to see if there's any frost or dew?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo quickly glanced at the fence and found that there was indeed frost only near the photos and cigarette butts, while other places were very dry.

Du Weiguo was not stupid either, and he finally came to his senses:

"Hu Da, you mean, this is caused by my evil spirit? But I clearly didn't have any~"

Miss Hu decisively took over his words:

"That's right, it's your evil spirit, Du Da, you were distracted just now, or you were immersed in your own world.

You released a trace of evil spirit unconsciously, and this frost that only appeared near the cigarette butt is irrefutable evidence."

Miss Hu continued in a quiet tone:

"Du Da, help Lao Guo and his men to avenge their blood feud, kill Masar, and take back the national treasure. These are all your wishes.

It can also be called obsession, and the whirlwind you just mentioned is the questions and answers you ask yourself in your subconscious mind."

Having said that, she patted Du Weiguo on the shoulder and comforted him in a gentle voice:

"Obsession is like a shadow, it can really drive people crazy, Du Da, you've been putting too much pressure on yourself lately because of your guilt!"

Miss Hu's arguments were well-reasoned and concise, and Du Weiguo couldn't find any reason to refute them at all.

He was silent, his hawk-like bright eyes became a little dull, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, Du Weiguo finally flicked away the cigarette butt that had burned his hand, let out a long breath, and said in a melancholy tone:

"maybe."

At this moment, in Ahmedabad, the largest city in Gujarat, the westernmost state of India.

On the outskirts of the city, beside Lake Bari, in a spacious manor hidden in a dense jungle, it was already late at night, but the lights in the study of the main building were still on.

"Ho~ho~"

A heavy breathing sound like a bellows was heard in the room, followed by a hoarse and unpleasant male voice.

"Martal, I have just received accurate information that our great Lord Sha Shen is still alive.

Not only is he unharmed, he is currently staying in the mayor's mansion in the city of Gamen, less than 400 kilometers away from us."

The person who spoke was naturally the director of the CIA's Third Bureau, Bald Man Leonard.

"Cough~" After speaking such a long speech in one breath, Leonard couldn't help coughing. He quickly put on the oxygen mask and breathed hard.

  Opposite him, Masar's face was livid, and his tone was terribly gloomy:

"Reynard, you promised before that this fuel-air bomb can instantly destroy all living things within a 2-kilometer radius. Why is he still alive?"

  "Huh~" Leonard took off his mask, took a breath, and said calmly:

"Masal, the power of the fuel-air explosive bomb has been tested on the battlefield. There is no doubt about that. There are only two possibilities now."

  Reynald held up two fingers, and Marsal suppressed his anger and asked:

"What's possible?"

Leonard put one finger together. He spoke very slowly and his voice was very hoarse, as harsh as a knife scraping against an iron plate.

"First, Mr. Leech, the man in your team who was in charge of detonating the bomb, activated the fuel-air explosive bomb at the wrong time. Our Mr. Wesley was not present when it exploded."

"This is impossible!"

  Without even a second's hesitation, Marsar immediately denied it:

"Shuizhi is also a vision expert. He is a sharpshooter who is no less skilled than the God of Death. He detonated the bomb via satellite phone only after he confirmed that the damn guy had jumped off the helicopter."

Upon hearing this, Leonard's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He should have been raising his eyebrows, but unfortunately he had no eyebrows, so he looked particularly funny and weird.

"Masal, are you sure? Did the leech really see clearly?"

Masar bit his back teeth and replied: "Sure!"

  Leonard smacked his lips, and a dark light flashed in his blue eyes:

"That leaves only the second possibility, Marsal, and that's not good news."

"What exactly is the possibility? Reynard, could you please stop playing dumb?" Marsal's patience was about to run out.

Leonard slowly closed his second finger, stared at Marsal, and said word by word:

"If you are sure that he was present when the fuel-air bomb exploded, then Mr. Wesley must have an ability similar to teleportation."

  Hearing this almost absurd answer, Marsal was immediately furious:

"Teleport? Leonard, are you telling me a fairy tale? Why don't you say he is God?"

You know, now almost all intelligence agencies in the world are making every effort to study Du Weiguo and his abilities.

At present, it is known that he has special attributes of vision, physical strength, and agility, and also has a certain immunity to mental attacks.

In other words, Du Weiguo is a superhuman who possesses four abilities, and is already hopelessly strong.

And teleportation is definitely a magical skill that only God can possess.

The Blood Fang that wreaked havoc on Hong Kong Island before was so difficult to deal with because it had the ability to fly and teleport over short distances.

It roamed freely in Europe for hundreds of years and almost wiped out the entire Order of the Holy Knights on its own.

If Du Weiguo also possesses this miraculous ability, then no one would need to resist him anymore, just let him be the king of the world.

  Leonard nodded calmly:

"Martal, although it does sound incredible, this is the only possibility. Otherwise, our Mr. Wesley must have an even more incredible rebirth ability."

In fact, it is not the first day that people have speculated that he has the ability to teleport, and~"

"Cough cough~" Having said this, Leonard couldn't help but cough violently again.

"And what?" Marsal roared in a low voice, as if struck by lightning. His face had turned completely black as ink and he was on the verge of going crazy.

  Leonard ignored him and took a few deep breaths of oxygen before replying in a deep voice:

"And Mr. Wesley's teleportation ability is not just for short distances, but for very long distances, at least over 2 kilometers, or even further."

"Hiss~" Marsal couldn't help but take a breath. As a veteran user of special abilities, he was naturally an expert.

He knew very well how terrifying the ability to teleport several kilometers was, and the most terrifying thing was that Du Weiguo was also immune to mental attacks, which basically meant he was invincible.

"Martal, have you thought it through? According to the information we have so far, our Mr. Wesley is an existence that cannot be defeated by human power."

Renard said in a gloomy tone: "How is it? Do you still have the courage to be his enemy now?"