Republic of China

Chapter 28
"Dad! Please stop fucking around. It will be fine soon. It will be fine soon!"

"Why are you begging him? My father died a long time ago. Now this old eggplant gang is not him at all. Dad, don't just button his nose, choke him, choke him!"

Although the situation in Li Zhai's mourning hall is still chaotic, it is still initially controllable.

Kang Muang and Li Wansong worked together to wrap the purple zombie with ink thread, and fixed it behind the door panel with the hemp rope used to tie the coffin. If the length was not limited, they would have wanted to tie it alive into a big rice dumpling.

No matter what.

The disparity in power between the two sides has not been erased.

During Zi Zheng's struggle, the hemp rope was being stretched and broken. The rope penetrated deeply into the skin and flesh, and the skin was bruised. However, this kind of injury did not make it feel the slightest pain.

Right at this point.

A dozen soldiers carrying rifles cautiously entered the gate of Li's house.

The commotion was so loud that people in the village could hear it. The big soldiers guarding the outside noticed it and thought that some thieves wanted to steal some funerary objects, so two squads came to take a look at the situation.

I never expected that as soon as I passed the front yard, I would see a strange scene that I would never forget.

The platoon leader and his father were holding the corpse in a shroud and shaking it from side to side.

"Holy shit! Monster!"

"Cheat a corpse, cheat a corpse!"

"Don't be afraid, platoon leader, we are here to rescue you!"

"Listen to my command and aim your gun!"

In the chaos, Li Wansong almost collapsed.

He knows better than anyone how bad his men's marksmanship is.

Ten rounds of bullets are fired at a 50-meter target, no matter how many rings. If you can guarantee that nine bullets will not miss the target, your marksmanship is considered good.

In this situation, just shoot?
If you want to change the leadership, just say so. There is really no need to do this.

"Fuck you! Come over here and help!"

Li Wansong roared loudly but the effect was mediocre.

It doesn't matter if you encounter a gangster or something, at least it's common sense.

What is in front of you?
Monsters as purple as the Eggplant Gang!

The big-headed soldiers would rather hug the ugliest old bustard in the brothel than hug this old eggplant gang!

"Whoever stays dumbfounded, I will send him to Mohe to be an ice sculpture!"

Perhaps the consequences of going to Mohe would be more serious. The soldiers were still frightened just thinking about it, so they all felt strange and rushed over to help.

Zi Zhan's strength was indeed very strong, but he was definitely not as strong as a dozen young and old men, and he was soon pressed in front of the door frame again.

At the same time, Zhao Sanyuan finally finished his preparations and handed a bowl of dark stuff to Kang Muang.

There was not only rooster blood, but also sacrificial furnace ashes, mixed with some snapdragon powder.

In the absence of cinnabar, this is the strongest material that Zhao Sanyuan can prepare.

Just by looking at the color and smell, Kang Muang could make a rough guess.

I secretly thought that Brother Zhao is really an expert.

I'm afraid that the cock alone won't be strong enough.

While sighing, he stirred the bowl with his sword fingers.

Then he held his breath and concentrated, and his demeanor suddenly changed.

He moved his left toe in a circle and suddenly hit the ground.

"The Big Dipper Qiyuan, the spirit of the sky."

"The great sage of Tiangang is full of majesty and glory."

"Go to heaven and earth to cut off the source of evil."

Big Dipper curse.

It has the power to restore life and inject death, and has the power to eliminate disasters and overcome disasters.

It is one of the nine great divine mantras of Taoism.

While reciting the curse, the sword finger stained with chicken blood and incense ash was writing and painting talismans on the chest of Zi Zheng's shroud.

Even ordinary soldiers can clearly feel that bursts of cool air are coming from Zi Zheng's seven orifices, which are biting and cold, and the extent of his struggle is getting smaller and smaller.

That is the corpse energy and evil spirit that have been vented!

After hesitating for a moment, Li Guyu finally asked: "Brother Kang, I would like to ask if my father can keep his body intact?"

Just at this moment, Kang Muang reached the foot of the talisman. He stopped and looked at Li Guyu, "If this talisman is completed, the purple zombie will turn into blood and water, leaving only some bone residue."

Li Guyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head anxiously.

"No, no, no! We must keep the whole body! Brother Kang, do you have any other options? I don't want my father to die without his whole body!"

Looking at it this way, Li Guyu is quite filial.

Even if Dad turns into a complete monster, he still wants to give him some dignity.

Kang Muang nodded, "There is also a way to preserve the whole corpse. The source of the old man's evil spirit lies in the corpse oil. At this moment, I have forced the corpse oil to my throat. I just need to let it leave the body."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get it done!" Li Wansong just wanted to end this nightmare as quickly as possible.

If word spread that a monster or demon appeared in Li's house, it would have a huge impact on his career.

Besides, the old man is dead, so he should be buried as soon as possible.

Kang Muang sighed: "It won't spit it out on its own. It can only be pulled out with external force. And the longer it takes, the corpse oil will be completely integrated into it, and it won't work without drawing the talisman."

smoke?
Everyone looked at each other and quickly realized something.

"Who is that? Go and wrap the corpse oil." The soldier named by Li Wansong immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground and began to twitch. His appearance was even more outrageous than purple zombies.

I don’t know if it’s real or fake.

Li Wansong looked at a big-headed soldier again.

"You go!"

"No, platoon leader, I can't use my strength."

No matter which soldier is called, there are a lot of excuses.

The purpose of joining the army is to earn a living.

But he didn't say that he would also wrap the old man's lips.

And they are also a member of the Purple Eggplant Gang.

This really doesn't work.

Li Wansong looked at his biological father Li Guyu again.

But being a father also has its difficulties.

"Son, it's not like you don't know about dad's asthma problem. It's okay to wrap it up. If you can't wrap it up, or you can wrap it halfway and then let me vomit it back."

The pressure came to Li Wansong again.

The atmosphere is here.

Among the living people in the mourning hall, there is nothing wrong with him and he is a direct descendant.

It seems a little unreasonable not to wrap it up.

After all, they are young people.

Even if I could be filial and respectful when I was alive, and be filial and respectful when I was dead, I really couldn't say this.

Seeing Li Dongzhi's expression of great struggle, Kang Mu'ang comforted him thoughtfully: "I understand, I understand, it would be fine if the old man could come back to life after being bitten. At most, the corpse would be left intact, and there are not many so-called filial sons and grandsons who can do it." Go away, I'll just draw the talisman feet."

Unexpectedly, Li Wansong waved his hand and stretched out a finger as if he had made a huge determination, seemingly trying to open the old man's mouth.

The soldiers widened their eyes and wanted to remember the next scene forever in their minds.

It's just that the development of things is a bit unexpected.

Li Wansong roared.

"1000 yuan ocean!"

"Whoever leaves my grandpa decent will be rewarded with a thousand yuan, a lot of money!"

What's more terrifying than the difficult world is that even ghosts come to bully us.

What is more terrifying than ghosts is poverty.

Poverty is a disease that can kill you.

What is the concept of a thousand dollars making an ocean?
One piece can buy forty kilograms of rice and thirteen kilograms of pork, and you can find an ordinary kiln girl for a night trip.

There are two types of money in Dayang: big money and small money. The former has higher purchasing power and can be enough for an ordinary family to live for a long time if they live frugally.

Fengjun soldiers are treated relatively well, earning just over ten yuan a month.

But these days, almost all soldiers have some bad habits.

Either it's smoking, gambling, or the kiln sister.

Or maybe it's pornography, gambling and drugs.

There are very few people who have any money left every month, and most of them are in debt.

therefore.

The temptation of a big buck of 1000 yuan is unparalleled and cannot be described in words.

"No one fucking wants to rob me!"

"The platoon leader's grandfather is my ancestor, I must honor him!"

"It's no big deal to cover your mouth, I'll give him a full set of tricks to kill the chicken!"

The soldiers participated enthusiastically, everyone competed for the first place, and they were completely different from just now.

Is it realistic?
very realistic.

These days the powerful eat the rich.

The rich eat the poor.

In the end, those who have no money eat each other.

Scrape the golden Buddha's face carefully and search for it, and mosquitoes will remove the fat from their abdomens.

When finally a soldier got a good position and was ready to bite.

Suddenly a cold light covered the sky, and it disappeared in an instant.

While everyone was puzzled, their pupils gradually shrank.

I saw that the soldier's arms were cut off at shoulder level, and the blood spurted out like a fountain!

And the ones who did it were actually two people with paper sticks!

The golden boy holds an axe, and the jade girl holds a sword.

Her pale face, smeared with blush, smiled brightly at everyone.

"Hehehe~"

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

(End of this chapter)