Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 24 The Apostles
"You brat, I've finished cleaning up here and I'm waiting for you."

Uncle Ming was sitting on the steps, watching He Lisheng and others carrying corpses. Every time a corpse was moved, he muttered words and gestured to them, seemingly to save the deceased.

Uncle Ming was not injured, but his pajamas had a few holes in them, making him look even more sloppy.

Uncle Ming glanced at Yin Xiu, "Why, your hand is injured?"

Yin Xiu shook his head and looked at his hands. There were only a few shallow scratches on his palms and fingers. I'm afraid the wounds on his back had also healed.

[This terrible recovery ability, how did I kill that bastard just now. 】

After grabbing a younger brother and pointing him in the direction, indicating that he would take someone to collect the body, Yin Xiu sat down next to Uncle Ming.

Da Sang and Chuan Bao also came close to each other, their faces and bodies were stained, and it was obvious that they had been beaten violently.

"Uncle Ming, the inventory is over. Including the guy that brother Yin Xiu killed, we have taken care of five werewolves and eleven wolf slaves tonight. It can be said that we have gained a lot."

"A lot of gains?" Uncle Ming blew out a smoke ring, "What about your losses?"

"Six are dead, four are disabled, and the others have minor injuries."

Uncle Ming frowned, "So many people died?"

Da Ming didn't take it seriously, "When I go out to hang out, I have one foot in the mourning hall and one foot in the cell. Sooner or later, there will be a day like this. It's good to have a settlement fund left for the family."

Uncle Ming didn't answer, but took out a bottle from his pocket and handed it to Da Sang.

"Give one point to the injured brothers, one for each person, otherwise there will be trouble if the wolf's poison enters the body."

Kuanbao suddenly asked: "Uncle Ming, if you are poisoned by wolfsbane, will you become like those werewolves?"

"I think so." Uncle Ming glanced at him, "Wolfsbane is cold after all. If you are injured by these beasts, nine out of ten will not survive. Even if you survive, you will not become a werewolf, but Like those guys..."

He pointed to the corpse of a wolf slave on the ground, "Losed his intelligence and turned into a servant of a werewolf. Why, I think you are quite interested. Why don't you stop taking the medicine and try it yourself?"

Kuanbao shook his head repeatedly and quickly poured out a dark pill from the bottle and swallowed it.

"By the way, Uncle Ming." Yin Xiu raised a question, "Why are some corpses human and some corpses wolves? Logically speaking, they are all monsters, right? Why are the prototypes shown after death so different?"

When Yin Xiu asked, Chuan Bao and Da Sang also looked at him curiously. They were also puzzled by this question.

After a battle between societies, in addition to looking at the clothes they wore to identify the corpses of enemy and friend, they also looked at their tattoos.

Even though everyone has dragons and tigers tattooed on their bodies, there are some slight differences. People often recognize the unlucky guy at a glance from the corpses with tattoos of Nine Dragons pulling a coffin, Nezha picking up dragon tendons, and Guan Gong with his eyes open. .

The corpse of a werewolf is easier to identify, because the wolf slave does not wear clothes, and the clothes on the werewolf will be shattered when transforming, so as long as you see which ones are naked, you can distinguish the werewolf. Come with humans.

It's just that there are still humans mixed in the werewolf corpses, which sometimes makes people wonder whether the wrong person was killed in the chaos.

Uncle Ming said calmly: "You can't understand the origin or something. Let's put it simply. Werewolves are transformed from humans after being poisoned by wolf poison. No matter how cruel and bloodthirsty they are, some human nature remains. , it’s just that some people have more people and some people have less people.

The werewolves who had few leftovers felt that they were wolves and became wolves after death. As for those who still lingered on the human world, their corpses would naturally look like humans. "It's really mysterious." "Da Mang sighed.

"What's so mysterious?" Chuanbao glared at him, "It's just like the needles dropped in the club, three years after three years, some needles have been done for a long time, and unknowingly they think they are short mules, and some still remember I am a police officer, so I react differently when I am caught by a police officer."

"The principles are the same, right Uncle Ming?"

Chuan Bao was very polite to Uncle Ming. After seeing his methods against the werewolf, this friendly Hong Stick was obviously completely convinced.

Uncle Ming said nothing, but nodded casually, agreeing with what he said.

Then he stood up and said to Yin Xiu: "Okay, let's clean up everything. We have to go back. We were in such a hurry that we forgot to close the stall."

Yin Xiu nodded, picked up the wooden box and left. He suddenly found that the weight on his hand suddenly became much lighter. It was obvious that Uncle Ming also used a lot of charms.

He suddenly felt a little distressed, "Uncle Ming, this has cost a lot of money."

Uncle Ming glanced at Yin Xiu, "A cultivator has five shortcomings and three shortcomings. He can't keep money in his hands, and it doesn't cost much. It just costs some cinnabar, chicken blood and yellow paper. It doesn't count. What."

After a pause, he suddenly laughed again and patted Yin Xiu on the shoulder.

"You finally didn't embarrass me. You killed a werewolf single-handedly. When you ran out with the werewolf, I thought you were going to take on another apprentice."

"But don't be complacent. We are dealing with first-level werewolves and wolf slaves this time. If they are second-level werewolves, I'm afraid you will have to put your life on the line."

Yin Xiu's scalp went numb immediately after hearing this, "What, are werewolves still divided into levels?"

"Nonsense! According to Father Benjamin, werewolves are also a type of Western apostles. They are no different in essence from magicians, alchemists, and knights. They are just unpopular and have been hunted down by the Inquisition for thousands of years."

Yin Xiu shrugged, "If magicians bite, eat, and spread rabies like them, then the Tribunal will definitely put them on the rack and burn them."

Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at him, "In the Tribunal, there are either knights or magicians. Will they burn themselves? Just think about it. If there hadn't been an industrial revolution in Europe, the alchemists and citizens would have defeated those two types of people. , I’m afraid there is no alchemist guild at this time.”

At this point, Uncle Ming suddenly asked: "You have read a lot of books, do you know what the industrial revolution is about?"

Yin Xiu was stunned for a moment. He had indeed seen the Industrial Revolution many times in textbooks and recited it in his "previous life", but this was not the original world after all, and he couldn't tell what the Industrial Revolution was like here.

So he just shook his head and said: "Uncle Ming, I can only operate machinery and don't understand history."

Uncle Ming didn't ask further questions, but just nodded, "Well, forget it, foreigners shut the door and beat themselves up, what does it have to do with us? It's just like the White Lotus Rebellion in the north, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched and walked forward without waiting for Yin Xiu.

"Uncle Ming, shall we go back to close the stall?"

"Tieba, let's go find that old magician. I have something to ask him."

(End of this chapter)