Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Living corpse?

Why do you say that?This matter has to start from the beginning. When Du Weiguo just walked out of the movie theater, Du Weiguo already felt the inexplicable warning signs from the system.

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Immediately afterwards, he began to look around, and immediately found that there were two very strange sights at the entrance of the cinema, which had locked him firmly.

The hostility exuded by these two guys was not concealed at all, so Du Weiguo bid farewell to Huo Lili immediately, and these people were obviously targeting him.

Moreover, Huo Lili's identity is extraordinary, and there are bodyguards accompanying her from afar. No matter what, I believe she will be safe and sound.

When these two guys were just outside the theater, they were wearing sunglasses, but at this moment, this guy who jumped at him.

Probably because of too much force and too much movement, the sunglasses on his face have slipped off.

The entire hole of his eyes has been completely slackened, the whole eyeballs are strangely off-white, without any expression, and his skin is also 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, it is a state that only a dead person 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 if Du Weiguo was so bold, he was already used to strong winds and waves, so he was also bluffed by this thing.

He has seen both the living and the dead, and there are not a few people who are killed by him, but the living dead are definitely a new breed.

But 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 instinct of the body is faster than the brain!

While the dim light of the Little Tang Knife was flickering, on this guy's two hands, before the ten pitch-black nails were about to touch Du Weiguo's neck, none of them were cut off by the extremely sharp Little Tang Knife.

Through the tactile sensation transmitted by Xiao Tang Dao, this guy's limbs are very strong and very tough, far exceeding the level of ordinary people, similar to wood.

If it weren't for the sharpness of Xiaotang Dao and Du Weiguo's strength, this attack might not be effective!
The incisions on the fingers were extremely smooth, and the strange thing was that there wasn't even a drop of blood, and even though the guy had ten fingers cut off, his forward movement remained undiminished.

It's just that he opened his mouth in an instant, revealing the dark fangs inside. At the same time, he exuded an indescribable stench, and bit Du Weiguo's neck fiercely!
I'm a damn fucker, what the hell are you giving me as a zombie with chicken feathers?Resident Evil or Train to Busan?Do you really think I was frightened?
At this time, Du Weiguo just took a quick step back, without touching his body at all, and escaped his bite with incomparable ease.

At the same time, the tall and burly figure blocking the back alley also took steps, stiff and weird, but rushed towards Du Weiguo extremely fast!
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"Hey! Who, what are you doing? Stop now!"

At this moment, a sir in military uniform wearing a raincoat happened to pass by at the alley behind, saw the tall figure rushing at extreme speed, and immediately shouted to stop the road.

Du Yanwang originally planned to behead the living corpse in front of him, but when he heard the voice, he immediately put away the little Tang knife.

At this time, Du Weiguo turned around incomparably dexterously, and at the same time he suddenly got shorter, and suddenly slipped under the armpit of that tall figure.

Two fierce living corpses collided fiercely, and Du Weiguo immediately got up and ran to the military uniform sir.

This is a rather handsome young policeman with an upright look on his face. He is already holding a .38 revolver in his hand.

Before he could ask a question, Du Weiguo shouted loudly in English:
"Sir, help! These two half-human, half-ghost guys bite everyone!"

Du Weiguo is still wearing a white shirt, black trousers, a black leather schoolbag, and white sneakers that are stained with mud and rain. He looks like a college student.

Coupled with his fluent English, such a character exists like a giant panda in Hong Kong Island today.

It is not an exaggeration to say that right is rich or expensive. Upon hearing this, the little uniformed policeman raised his revolver without hesitation.

He yelled 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 black claws, and rushed 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 taken aback by this tall living corpse, he didn't hesitate.

He pulled the trigger right away, "Bang!" There was a clear gunshot, and there was no reason why the shot could not be missed at such a short distance.

The tall living corpse was shot in the chest immediately, but he didn't seem to realize it, and the speed didn't decrease at all, and it hit Sir's body straight.

And the sharp spike-like nails cut through Ah sir's shoulder immediately, 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 also flew backwards violently.

At this time, Du Weiguo stretched out one hand to support his back, while the other hand firmly caught his pistol in midair.

"Bang! Bang!"

After two clear gunshots, the foreheads of the two living corpses were shot, and they immediately fell to the ground without saying a word, motionless.

Sure enough, the principle of this thing is the same as that of zombies. The key point is the brain or the cervical nerves. Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain, and handed the pistol back to the bewildered Sir.

"Sir, you are so brave! You killed two zombie-like monsters!"

At this moment, 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 hands, and said with a near moan:

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"I, I seem to be poisoned, and the wound hurts so badly! Please help me!"

Du Weiguo originally thought about something and went to Fuyi, but seeing the current situation, he couldn't help frowning.

After all, this upright Sir was injured just now to help him. As the saying goes, I didn't kill Boya, but Boya died because of me.

It is not Du Weiguo's style to turn around and leave without saving. He sighed helplessly, bent down, and opened the little policeman's raincoat.

Glancing at his injured part, at this moment, the little policeman's scratched wound was so short that even the flesh and blood had turned black, and a pungent stench 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 later, let them take you to the hospital as soon as possible!"

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, the little policeman grabbed his wrist and begged in a hurried voice: "No, it will be too late when they come!"

Du Weiguo frowned, with a look of confusion on his face, but he glanced at the little policeman's sad eyes, and he still didn't harden his heart after all.

At this time, he walked out of the alley with the little policeman by his arm. The little policeman's face was pale with pain at this time, and beads of sweat dripped 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 for these crooked things to go to the hospital. You have to find Uncle Feng Jiu!"

"Uncle Nine!"

"Yes, Uncle Jiu!"

Upon hearing this term, Du Weiguo was stunned on the spot, Ninth Uncle, such a long childhood memory, living corpse, walking corpse, zombie, ghost ghost, rumored female ghost, Maoshan Taoist priest.

Dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, with long eyebrows drawn into his temples, Uncle Jiu with a righteous face?No way?Am I just stepping into a supernatural script?
Isn't Uncle Nine from the period of the Republic of China?And it doesn't seem like his surname is Feng?And he wasn't particularly young then.

If he can live to the present, at least he will be more than 80 years old, right?It is estimated that you have to support the wall when you pee, and you are also catching demons and subduing demons, don't be kidding.

Du Weiguo became curious, supported the little policeman, and directly used his revolver to stop a taxi carrying people on the road.

Without saying a word, he directly drove the passengers who were as frightened as quails out of the car, and then took the car to the pier.

Well, yes, the pier.

An hour and a half later, Du Weiguo helped the young policeman to the Lantau Island Police Station, and saw a young version of Uncle Jiu who was dressed in a green police uniform, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a heroic expression.

No, it should be Uncle Feng. His current name is Feng Jiu, and people call him Uncle Feng. Of course, some people call him Uncle Jiu. The little policeman said it intermittently when he was on the road.

Not wearing an apricot Taoist uniform, no mahogany sword in his hand, and a revolver slung around his waist, a military police uniform, Uncle Jiu, who is only in his 30s at most, looks really out of harmony!
"Xiao Liao, is this what you are?"

Seeing the little policeman whose face was now blue-gray and whose eyes were a little slack, Uncle Jiu hurriedly walked over with big strides.

He stretched out his hand to support him, just glanced at the wound briefly, then lowered his head and leaned closer to the wound for a smell.

...

Uncle Jiu immediately frowned, his bushy eyebrows moved like two brooms, and his tone was low and forceful:

"Walking corpse!"

Uncle Feng said such a sentence in a deep voice. His accent is not completely Cantonese, and it is similar to Mandarin in Guangdong Province. Du Weiguo can barely understand it.

Du Weiguo's expression froze immediately, it turns out that this thing is not called a living corpse, but a walking corpse!It's also quite appropriate.

After glancing 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 help of the policeman named Xiao Liao.

The so-called Lantau Police Station is now just a establishment similar to the township police station. It is the famous Qingshui Yamen on Hong Kong Island and the place of exile.

Not to mention the slightest bit of oil and water, usually there is no eucalyptus at all, at most it is just some trivial rural disputes.

Any ambitious young people would rather go out to work than work here, and the rest are old, weak, sick, disabled or sent down.

I don't know why Uncle Jiu, who is full of vigor and strong figure, was sent here to guard the fish pond. Maybe it's because people like him don't know how to drill camps, so it's hard to live with the light!

Usually, most of the police officers in the Lantau Police Station don't come to work at all, and they all stay at home or do other jobs.

For example, now, in this police station, there are no other police officers except for a white-haired old man who is dozing on his desk.

There was no need to instruct Du Weiguo to pick up Xiao Liao and lay it flat on an empty desk. Xiao Liao may have seen Uncle Jiu at this time.

He breathed a sigh of relief that had been hanging in his heart, and he had fallen into a complete coma, and his breathing was very short, like a bellows.

Du Weiguo didn't need to explain at all, he took off Xiao Liao's raincoat with great winking, and put his gun aside, and then pressed his arm hard.

At this time, Uncle Jiu was preparing the things in his hand without haste, and at the same time glanced at Du Weiguo from the corner of his eye, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This young man is handsome, upright, calm, bold and careful, and he looks like he has real kung fu. He is definitely a rare good seed for learning Taoism.

But at this time, Uncle Jiu, he didn't have so much time to exchange pleasantries with Du Weiguo. Saving people was the most important thing. He held two dull-colored bamboo tubes in his hand, the kind used for cupping in the past.

The other hand held two bright yellow talismans with talismans drawn with cinnabar on them, seeing these extremely familiar guys.

Looking at Uncle Feng's movements and steps again, the flowing clouds and flowing water are pleasing to the eye, with a faint trace of indescribable unique charm.

Du Weiguo instantly felt that the slightly unfamiliar Uncle Jiu in front of him became familiar, and gradually overlapped with the Uncle Jiu in his memory. After all, Uncle Jiu was Du Weiguo's childhood memory!
such a pity!The upright Uncle Jiu died young!Huh?Why do you feel a little teary all of a sudden?
Uncle Nine, at this moment, acted very decisively. First, he reached out and tore off Xiao Liao's police uniform, exposing the part where he was scratched by the walking dead's fingernails.

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At this time, Xiao Liao's injured part was already pitch black, and the flesh and blood inside were all dark in color, exuding an unpleasant rotten smell.

Uncle Feng just pressed around the wound with his fingers, checked briefly, and then he muttered something silently, and the talisman paper in his hand suddenly ignited without fire.

Uncle Feng quickly folded the half-burned talisman paper a few times with very special gestures, and stuffed it into the bamboo tube. After that, he put the two bamboo tubes upside down on Xiao Liao's wound .

Immediately, an unbelievable smell rose up, and Du Weiguo couldn't help but frowned and held his breath.

However, as the unpleasant smell rose, Xiao Liao let out a groan, the gray color on his face faded visibly to the naked eye, and his breathing gradually became steady.

As expected, he was indeed Uncle Nine!

Dealing with these evil things is definitely a cure for illness!Never disappoints.

Even though he put on a police uniform, stepped on a pistol, became younger, and even changed his name, but when he picked up the talisman, he was still the most familiar Daoist with one eyebrow!
Uncle Jiu, I miss you so much!Du Weiguo whispered in his heart at this moment.

At this time, Uncle Jiu leaned down again, carefully checked Xiao Liao's wound, and measured his pulse. Then he clapped his hands lightly, and said in a gentle voice:
"All right, boy, you don't have to hold his arm now."

Only then did Du Weiguo nodded silently, let go of Xiao Liao's shoulders, and then slowly stepped back a few steps.

Letting out a long breath, Uncle Jiu walked over with a smile on his face, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said in an appreciative tone:
"What a long breath! It's really good, young man, there's nothing wrong here, let's go, let's go to the door to talk."

Du Weiguo smiled warmly and followed Uncle Jiu to the gate of the police station. Uncle Jiu handed him a cigarette in a very kind manner:

"Smoking? Have one."