Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 8 The Living Dead [Dragon Boat Festival Ankang~]

At the foot of Qingyao Mountain.

A young man in a Taoist robe jumped down from more than twenty bluestone steps and landed on the ground lightly without making a sound.

"call……"

Looking at the Majia Supermarket with still lights on, Lu Chen let out a sigh of relief: "The effect of this armored horse is not bad."

Yan Luo became more and more proficient, and with the blessing of the armored horse, Lu Chen only took about one-third of the original time to go down the mountain this time.

Looking at the miasma lingering secretly on the roof of the supermarket, Lu Chen's eyes were burning: "No wonder you are so sick."

……

Inside the Ma's supermarket.

"Cough cough cough..."

Listening to the weak cough coming from the room, Fatty Ma stared at the computer screen with a smirk on his face, his expression gradually dimmed, and the interest he aroused continued to dissipate.

Withdrawing his hand from his pants, a look of worry quietly floated on his brow.

Sighing, not thinking about women anymore, Fatty Ma took out a palm-sized account book from under the counter with a short body, and when he opened it, there were dense numbers.

Fatty Ma blinked, picked up a pen and added a line of small characters on the ledger.

'Extra income +500'

After carefully calculating the numbers in the notebook, Fatty Ma looked depressed: "This money should be enough for hospitalization, right?"

After thinking about it, Fatty Ma added another sentence in the account book.

"Qingyunguan Lu Chen cleared his debts and collected a box of sundries"

Glancing at the wooden box under his feet, the fat man muttered: "It's only natural to pay back the debt!"

"Don't care about martial arts or demon skills, you owe it on weekdays, and now you wait for money to save your life, whether you are a god or a demon, if you offend, you will be offended, whether it is retribution or evil, I will eat it myself!"

Fatty Ma clenched his fists stubbornly.

After going down the mountain, the stevedore told him what was wrong with the young Taoist priest. At first hearing, Fatty Ma was also surprised, but his old lady was getting weaker and weaker, and he really had no choice.

"Squeak."

The door of the supermarket was pushed open, and Fatty Ma, who was sighing again and again, did not look up and said casually: "Take whatever you want."

As footsteps approached, Fatty Ma stared at the worn-out cloth shoes in front of him, his expression startled.

"Put this talisman on the head of the old man's bed, it should have some effect."

Lu Chen pushed a qi nourishing talisman in front of the fat man.

Fatty Ma stood up awkwardly: "Master Daoist, this is..."

Lu Chen shook his head with a smile: "The old man is pure and kind-hearted, and he has God's help. I am just adding to the superfluous."

After speaking, Lu Chen's eyes suddenly twitched, and his eyes were attracted by the monitoring screen beside him.

The scene where Shen Yi was about to get into the car was frozen in the picture.

"The neighbor asked me to look through the video."

Fatty Ma blushed, and made up an excuse to turn off the screen immediately, but as soon as he put his hand on the mouse, Lu Chen held it down.

Lu Chen's face was calm: "This car has been waiting at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yeah." Fatty Ma nodded stupidly: "I've been here for a long time, I just left for a while."

"It turns out that the problem is here..."

Lu Chen looked at the brand new BMW on the screen with a calm expression.

It stands to reason that the Requiem Talisman can only nourish Shen Yi's soul, it is far from being able to rescue and solve disasters, and if the merits and virtues are rewarded just now, it proves that someone shot Shen Yi just now.

"not good!"

Feeling something was wrong in his heart, Lu Chen let out a low cry, pinching Yin and Yang to count the gossip.

How could evil people give up so easily when they stir up obscene charms?

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the confused night outside the window, frowning slightly.

……

In the dark night, a thin figure in a Taoist robe rolled down from a branch, looked at the striking brake marks and broken mobile phone fragments in front of him, and slowly squatted down.

He picked up a broken screen fragment with his two fingers, and the gossip mirror made of Jingshan chalcedony emitted a faint glow.

"Death..."

"The art of surrogate death."

Lu Chen squeezed the fragments with his fingertips, and the broken glass was blown away by the mountain wind. He slowly got up and looked at the fork in the road a hundred meters away, and muttered to himself: "This person should have been planted with a surrogate death technique long ago." , At this time, it is no different from the living dead."

Surrogacy.

An ancient sorcery can plunder the lifespan of living people and turn them into living dead, which is somewhat similar to the art of creating animals.

In ancient times, there were people in the evil way who used themselves as furnaces to feed ghosts with secret techniques, and used death substitute techniques to plunder the essence and lifespan of living people.

Ghosts eat the essence of living people to nourish their own evil spirits, while evil people want to live to nourish themselves.

In the end, the living person has no energy, is as skinny as a stick, and has no life expectancy. The walking corpse is no different from the living dead.

After surviving the dead, he is like a demon, with infinite power.

Although the living dead are copper-skinned and iron-boned, they are most afraid of the sun, and generally cannot survive for a long time. After the death energy in the body explodes, the physical body will completely collapse, leaving only the soul that cannot be reincarnated, wandering around like a lonely ghost.

This kind of soul has a lot of resentment, and it is very easy to become a vengeful ghost. If it is taken away by someone with good intentions, it will cause great harm.

"The living dead are done, and Shen Yi's life is at stake."

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, and he pulled out a talisman that he carried with him, and with a flick of his wrist, the cinnabar traces on the talisman flickered, and it burned automatically.

After the yellow talisman was burned out, a burst of spiritual aura rushed into Lu Chen's eyes, and the originally dark night sky suddenly changed.

Within a radius of [-] meters, all kinds of breaths intertwined, and all kinds of sounds were infinitely amplified. Whether it was insects or wind, they were all very clear in Lu Chen's senses.

Taoism, the art of hope.

Lu Chen is only in the late stage of Gang Qi, and he has reached the limit of being able to control [-] meters.

Start with the gossip mirror, slide your fingertips across the Yin-Yang diagram in the center, and the eight-direction hexagrams flash in sequence.

In Lu Chen's eyes, amidst the complex colors of the sky, an extremely dim black and red evil spirit gradually became apparent and continued to extend forward.

In the gossip mirror, the position of Kun shone with splendor.

"southwest……"

Lu Chen's voice was low. With his current cultivation base, it is definitely impossible to pursue the murderer from a distance, but it is hoped that Qi Technique can at least search for traces of ghost energy, which will be of great help in the pursuit.

The topography of Qingyao Mountain gradually emerged in his mind. Lu Chen, who was brought back to Qingyun Temple by his master since he was a child, knows everything about the surrounding plants and trees like the palm of his hand.

The southwest direction is considered to be the shady slope of Qingyao Mountain, where there are few people, it is most suitable for the living dead to attack Shen Yi.

Lu Chen determined the direction in the night, stepped on the guardrails on both sides of the road, exerted force with his feet, jumped three to five meters, firmly stepped on a protruding rock, and left at the touch of a touch, climbing upward like an ape.

The worn Taoist robe cut through the night, leaving afterimages of Taoism.

……

"boom!"

Throwing the weeping girl heavily to the ground, Lin Qingan's ferocious face was covered with blood vessels and veins, his eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer see a human figure.

"Uh-uh-uh..."

Shen Yi's face was full of tears, her hip-wrapping skirt and stockings on her legs had long been scratched by sand and stones, and her crystal-clear jade-like skin was covered with scarlet scars.

The pain all over her body made the girl arch her body involuntarily, struggling in pain.

The more Shen Yi struggled, the more excited the smile on Lin Qingan's face became.

"Stab!"

The silk stockings on the girl's calf were torn off a large portion by the strange big hands with green hair.

Lin Qing'an's sharp fingertips slowly slid across the girl's jade-like delicate skin, with an expression of enjoyment.

Feeling the sharp nails constantly scratching towards her thigh, Shen Yi felt like being struck by lightning, her delicate body kept trembling, and begged: "Please, please, don't..."

Lin Qing'an smiled charmingly, and grabbed the girl's red and swollen jade feet with his big and bewitching hands.

"what!!"

The severe pain made the girl face full of pain, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The place they were in was in the middle of a shallow forest, some distance from the mountain road, and the night covered the roaring cars, even if the girl called for help, the passing cars could not be heard.

The ferocious grimace with green face and fangs pressed against Shen Yi closely, and the stench from her mouth and nose kept patting the girl's face, and her tongue, which was already completely black and purple, slowly approached the girl's delicate ears and lips.

"Boom--!"

With a muffled sound, Shen Yi felt that the disgusting stench gradually faded away.

"Hey, you can also pick up meritorious service for nothing on the road, Lin'er, we are lucky today."

A slightly rough female voice sounded in Shen Yi's ears.

Shen Yi opened her tearful eyes and saw two young girls with stunning temperament standing not far away.

The two were tall and beautiful, and one was dressed in a short-haired leather jacket, which perfectly complemented his turbulent figure. At this time, his fists were shining faintly, and his beautiful eyes were shining sharply.

The other person has a stern complexion and looks like an immortal who has been left behind. He naturally carries this coldness that resists people thousands of miles away, and all kinds of temperament around him are intertwined into one sentence: don't eat fireworks and coriander.

Looking at the living dead who was slowly climbing up, Ling Liner's eyes like the cold night gave off a little cold light, and her face was calm: "This monster doesn't look right, you should be careful."

"It's okay, this old monster can handle it with one hand."

The young girl Qin Ping spoke casually, with short hair swaying in the mountain wind, and her leather jacket flapping in the strong wind, her whole body shot out like a cannonball.

"boom--!"

In the turbulent wind, the short-haired girl collided with Lin Qingan.

The strong wind raged in the shallow forest, tearing off countless branches.

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Dragon Boat Festival Ankang, everyone Yan Zu, Yu Yan, Guo Degang, love you
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