Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 189 Dragon Slaying: Who?Need to add money! (plus more)

"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, Xiangxi drives corpses away, strangers avoid them."

Arriving at a remote corner of the town, the Taoist Dragon Slayer with a neat crew cut stopped shaking the bell. It was a low-level magic weapon, but the thing it was driving was not a zombie.

"I'm so exhausted."

"Dancing all night, I can't take a break during the day."

Squeeze your shoulders and thump your back.

Twelve Qing Dynasty zombies with serious talismans attached to their foreheads leaned against the wall and began to curse and massage themselves.

"There's a pretty girl living in the restaurant. If I could kiss her, it would be worth dying for. That figure, that face, tsk tsk tsk."

A pale-faced fake zombie spoke, with a bright smile on his face.

"As I said, you suddenly stopped and looked up at the restaurant, almost revealing your secret!

If the boss hadn't noticed it in time and managed to hide it, the consequences would have been disastrous. "

"Damn it, it's just a drug delivery, it's really troublesome, just use money to clear the way, and share a [-]% profit with them."

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.

Tu Long, who was carrying a white bag on his shoulders, slapped his younger brother and sent him spinning in circles.

"Shut up, everyone, and stop shouting so viciously. If the news leaks out, you will all stop living and you will all turn into real zombies!"

Taoist Dragon Slayer was very angry.

Complaining and lustfulness can be tolerated, but he will never allow him to hear the word "money".

Give up [-]% profit?

You brat really dare to say that!

The reason why he disguised himself as a corpse exorcist was to avoid being beaten by separatist forces and bandit leaders from various places.

Who doesn’t taboo the word death?

Especially those who eat military rations and lick blood from the tip of a knife want to stay away to avoid being exposed to bad luck and death.

Moreover, he couldn't make much money even if he lived in the open all day long. This time he brought the goods back to Jiuquan Town and had already made up his mind to negotiate terms with the mayor and his family.

"Stand still. If anyone passes by, be sure not to reveal your secret."

"You have to be careful about the goods, and you have traveled hundreds of miles. If you lose something, you won't get a penny, huh!"

The words fall.

The twelve fake zombies gathered their thoughts and stood up one after another, controlling their breathing rate so as not to vibrate the yellow talisman on their foreheads.

Seeing this, Tulong put his hands behind his back and left.

"After controlling the people for a while, they never imagined that they had been targeted a long time ago and were still pretending to be zombies."

In the distance, on the rafters.

Meng Fan whispered instructions to Ah Wei who was lifted up by him.

Catch the thief and take away the dirt!

Everything is placed on those fake zombies. As long as they are under control, there is reason to shoot them.

Current offender?
That’s what it means!
"Senior brother, don't worry, I promise to take care of this matter."

Ah Wei's voice rose slightly and he said again:
"What if they resist? Can we shoot?"

Except for a local yong guarding the Yamen, only five people followed him. Counting him, six to twelve?
A little overhang.

If the opponent is a real zombie, with a magic weapon, it is not that weak.

"You can kill a few of them, and it won't matter if they are all seriously injured. Just leave a few alive." Meng Fan replied.

Talk about morality with drug traffickers?

He's not that busy.

If it weren't for the purpose of bringing justice to justice in public and shocking the younger generation, these guys wouldn't even be able to enter the town!

"Knock knock knock... bang bang bang..."

"What about people?"

"There's a death in the family!"

After receiving no response for a long time, Tu Long's curses became more and more unpleasant. Finally, he jumped up, kicked his toes on the wall twice, and rolled directly into the courtyard.

In the phrase.

There is a death in the mayor's family.

The courtyard is filled with white flowers.

"Bah, you don't follow the rules. You don't hang up lanterns outside when doing business. You can just put up a strip of cloth."

Tu Long muttered, but in his heart he was wondering who it could be - the old housekeeper?
He is now [-] years old and his face is covered with death spots, so he may indeed end up on the street.

Anyway, he didn't want it to be the mayor himself, because once the other party died, he would have to face the stingy and shrewd fake foreign devil.

"It would be fine if the little beast dies."

At this time, the old housekeeper held a lamp and walked out of the main hall belatedly.

"Taoist Priest, please come quickly!"

The person most likely to die appeared in front of him, which made Tu Long secretly frown, could it really be the mayor himself?

And this warm attitude is really puzzling. I didn't get this kind of treatment before.

Inside the main hall.

The mayor wiped his nose and shed tears, hugged the coffin and cried loudly, but his throat couldn't bear it and he couldn't make much noise.

"Master, Taoist Dragon Slayer is here."

The old housekeeper sighed: "I will prepare tea. If the young master is still here, he will not want to see this scene. Please forgive me."

Master?

Is the stingy fake foreign devil dead?
Tu Long was overjoyed and pretended to be reserved:

"Mayor, what's going on?"

"My son...my son...he is dead! Ah! The white-haired man is sending the black-haired man away! Ouch! It hurts!"

Although he usually smiles happily, he is crying so hard now. Looking at the sobbing mayor, Tulong becomes more and more curious about what happened after he left temporarily.

A quarter of an hour later.

After listening to the intermittent narration, the matter was roughly restored, and coupled with his understanding of the mayor's son, Tu Long knew it well.

Reopen the church and clean up a drug hiding place.

This method is good, but who is so unlucky that he met the previous priest who was raised by the Three Evils and had his head blown off?
This is doubtful.

Shouldn't it be blood-sucking?
Thinking of this, Tu Long opened the coffin lid to check and confirm. When he saw an evil headless corpse, he finally put away the joy that was almost overflowing and murmured:
"The matter is not simple. You have to ask Father Wu, the captain of the militia, and the little Taoist priest."

"Who did he learn from?"

Facing the inquiry, the mayor looked gloomy and said hurriedly: "Maoshan! He has a close relationship with Lin Jiu from Yizhuang, Renjiazhen."

Tulong couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Taoist Priest, you are very skilled in Taoism and have great skills. I want to ask you a favor. Kill them and pay for my son's life!"

"What?" Tulong raised his eyebrows.

"Taoist Priest, please rest assured."

The mayor took out a big money bag from under the coffin, lifted it with difficulty, and said seriously: "Two hundred dragons, three small yellow croakers."

"How many people are there?" Tu Long did not go to pick them up immediately. Instead, he held the coffin and looked at the mayor.

"Eleven monks, Father Wu, militia leader Awei, and that little Taoist priest."

The mayor's tone was solemn.

"Who?"

The voice was a little excited.

"The previous ones are all right, but the mayor doesn't know that Lin Jiu is the direct descendant of Maoshan? Is he the second senior brother of all the disciples outside Mao?"

Tu Long frowned and scolded: "That little Taoist priest is obviously my junior!"

"A foreigner like you, why do you still care about this?"

They were both old acquaintances, but the mayor didn't believe it.

"Brother, you have misunderstood. The little Taoist priest is a junior of Lin Jiu. He must be a direct descendant of naturalization. If he is killed, he will definitely cause big trouble."

Having said this, Tu Long stood up straight, his eyes were sharp, and he said word by word:

"I have to pay more!"

"Okay, ten gold bars."

A smile appeared on the mayor's chubby face and he added: "These are deposits. I want everyone involved to die!"

"Take people's money and fight disasters with people."

The sound of Long Yang and Little Yellow Croaker colliding was heard. Tu Long weighed his money bag, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Wait to hear the good news tomorrow morning, leave no one behind!"

"No need to wait."

A strange voice reached Taoist Dragon Slayer's ears.

(End of this chapter)