God Bestows Evil Chapter 9

Chapter 9 The initial murder

Why do you feel hot?

Mr. Wang looked down and saw a copper coin sword stuck on Wu Xian's waist.

This copper coin sword emitted a yellow light, and the scorching temperature scorched his pale flesh, and his frozen flesh and blood had long been unconscious, so he didn't notice it until Wu Xian reminded him.

"ah!"

Mr. Wang screamed, quickly let go of Wu Xian, and stepped back.

This subconscious move allowed Wu Xian to regain his ability to move.

He showed a ferocious smile, turned around, pulled out his copper coin sword, and thrust two swords into the panicked Mr. Wang's chest!

The dagger woven with copper coins and red thread is difficult to cut into tofu, but it penetrates Mr. Wang's body effortlessly, just like a hot knife piercing lard, making a sizzling sound and a burning smell.

“No, wait, let's discuss...”

Mr. Wang looked at his chest in horror. The two wounds glowed red. His flesh and blood were like ice and snow melted by the high temperature, gradually turning into a puddle of indescribable filth.

This evil spirit who cursed Wu Xian and was exuding an icy air, even if he fell from the ninth floor, died simply by Wu Xian's sword.

Evil spirits are on the streets.

Wu Xian didn't waste any time and quickly attached the copper coin sword with only eight blades left to the door lock, using the remaining warmth to melt the ice blocking the lock core.

When the door to the unit was finally opened, I looked back and saw that the disgusting filth had evaporated and a white incense stick was lying on the ground.

This piece of incense is thicker and longer than the previous one, which may prove that Mr. Wang is much stronger than his wife.

He had already been weakened by one level when he harmed people during the day. He fell from a tall building and was exposed to the sun, and his strength was weakened by another level. Only then in a weak state was he killed by Wu Xian's two swords.

But even so, Wu Xian was still surprised by the simple death of this evil spirit.

In this way, it seems that wandering ghosts and humans holding magic weapons and talismans are actually equal existences. The outcome depends on whose method hits the other first.

Haunting is like an adult holding a gun, while a concubine is like a child holding a gun. Although the two have different strengths, the bullets they shoot are equally deadly.

“Hey, it's time to worship the gods again. Do you want to eat a peach first this time? Let's forget it. It's more useful to keep the birthday peach.”

Wu Xian turned around and wanted to go upstairs. He glanced outside the door and suddenly his face changed slightly.

He hurriedly ran out of the unit door and looked up. The sky was gray and there was mist floating in the air. He could vaguely see the sun hanging in the middle and west.

This means that it is already afternoon!

According to Wu Xian's feeling, it has only been three hours at most since dawn.

He immediately took out Lu Yuzhu's mobile phone to verify it, and found that the time had reached one o'clock in the afternoon, and the minute digits were beating much faster.

There is a problem with the passage of time in the blessed land, the days are shorter than the nights!

“It's time to go back.”

There are no guest rooms on the first floor of Pingan Hotel, only a spacious hall with nine chairs. The nine people who set out to collect intelligence materials in the morning sat together.

Qi Zhiyong sat in the first seat.

This gathering was organized by him for the purpose of exchanging intelligence and summary information.

He spread out the woven bag in his hand to show it, and then quickly closed it: "Here are the weapons I collected today, but these things are not easy to find, so whether to distribute them to everyone depends on how much value you can provide to the collective. "

Wen Chaoqi asked: "Are you sure these things are useful for evil spirits?"

“Who knows.”

Qi Zhiyong helplessly spread his hands.

"But weapons from the outside cannot be brought into the blessed land. We can only rely on things found in the blessed land to defend ourselves. Generally speaking, if you want to be effective against evil spirits, the best thing is a magic weapon, followed by a murder weapon, and then a dirty weapon. None of the above three If so, the iron tools can barely be used." Wen Chao wanted to speak, but Qi Zhiyong knew what he wanted to ask.

“Anything that has killed someone is a murder weapon, and a weapon stained with excrement, urine, black dog blood, fallen red and other filth is a dirty weapon.”

"As for the magic weapons...heh, you'll know when you see them. These things of mine may not be useful against evil spirits, but even if they can only be delayed for a while, they may be able to save lives."

“So, please show your value.”

Shi Ji carried the iron bucket wrapped in a quilt behind him in front of him and opened it. It was filled with hot iron lunch boxes.

“I am also timid and didn't get much information, but everyone must be hungry after working for so long. I only found these ingredients and scraped together a meal for everyone.”

Fang Zhi asked in a strange way: "You have to make a contribution to the collective before you can eat this meal?"

Shi Ji quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, everyone can share my meal."

Everyone laughed, especially Wu Xian who laughed the loudest.

Qi Zhiyong's face changed slightly. It was all thanks to today's gains. His weapons were given out based on their value, while Shi Ji's rice was awarded to everyone who saw it. Such a comparison made him seem to be stingy.

But looking at Zhenghanhan's historical record, he really had no reason to blame him, so he complained to Fang Zhi and Wu Xian, who laughed the loudest.

But there is no need for him to take revenge.

Fangzhi's door has been marked, and Wu Xian has also been targeted by evil spirits. Neither of them will live long, so they'd better enjoy a hot dinner first.

Today, everyone went out to search for supplies, and more or less found some food, but it couldn't be compared with a hot meal.

In this environment, the value of a person who can cook and is willing to cook is far more important than imagined.

But when Qi Zhiyong opened the lunch box, his expression suddenly froze. He saw that the lunch box was filled with large intestine rice bowl!

The men were a little better, but the three ladies had their disgust written all over their faces. If they didn't really have no choice, they might never eat this food in their lives.

Shi Ji said embarrassedly: "The vegetable markets here are all closed, and there are very few fresh ingredients. It was difficult to find a refrigerator of frozen pig intestines..."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

But now the conditions are limited, even if everyone no longer wants to eat large intestine, this is the only option.

Qi Zhiyong threw a steel pipe to Shi Ji: "This is the mop rod of the hotel. I observed it and found that this hotel has been washing mops in the urinals. After many years, this mop rod can be regarded as a dirty utensil."

Wu Xian smiled, this thing is really suitable for historical achievements.

He took a bite of the large intestine and found that it tasted pretty good. It had been cleaned very well and the original taste was not retained. So he picked out the fattest piece of large intestine and started to cook it seriously.

While eating, Wen Chao and Fang Zhi also talked about the findings of their exploration.

“We first tried to leave the hotel. After walking a short distance, we were blocked by an invisible barrier. Finally, after testing in multiple directions, I determined that our range of activities was only centered on Ping An Hotel and the four surrounding communities.”

In Wen Chao's view, the barrier is extremely magical and has great research value. If it can be studied, there may be scientific results that span the ages.

But he knew the priorities, so he paused and continued.

“We found a few survivors who were willing to communicate. Through conversations with them, I found out why the world has become like this.”

“It all started with a murder.”

“The case happened in Huade Mingmen Community in the north. A single man died at home, his eyes were gouged out, and there was a line of blood written on the wall.”

“Don't respond, don't look at her!”

“According to police investigation results, he dug out his eyes himself, and the **** words were his last words written with his fingers.”

“After this case, seven more people were killed in just three days. All the victims had their eyes gouged out and bled to death.”

“And the residents of the four surrounding communities also heard the faint sound of clapping at midnight..."

(End of this chapter)

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