American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan knew he wouldn't let it go easily.

After all, Uncle Nine was in this kind of business. Qi Shan's actions were a blatant attack on his reputation. If the corpse were lost in his hands, he wouldn't be able to do business in the future.

Qi Shan knew this, but there was nothing he could do. Without a legitimate excuse, he could only resort to such means to make contact.

As luck would have it, Uncle Nine pinched his fingers into a sword gesture and struck several acupoints on Qi Shan, then threw a punch.

He thought he would knock Qi Shan back a few steps, and as soon as he staggered, he would take the gun from Qi Shan's hand.

But who knew that the punches landed on Qi Shan as if they were sinking into mud, with no effect at all.

His hand felt like it hadn't hit anything, yet the fist had definitely made contact with the other person's body.

It was as if the force had vanished for no reason, making Uncle Nine feel very strange.

He was shocked and quickly retreated two steps. He reached under his waist, and two spirit talismans appeared in his hand.

"Something's not right, you're not human!"

Qi Shan said unhappily, "Just because you're a senior expert doesn't mean you can talk nonsense. You're the one who's not human!"

"Then why are you…"

Sometimes, before he could finish speaking, Qi Shan raised his gun: "Don't move. I know the Maoshan sect has many kinds of spells, so don't make any small movements that could easily cause misunderstandings."

Uncle Nine's face was livid: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it for a while. I'll return it when I'm done, it won't delay your business! It's not as evil as you think. There aren't that many messy things in the world!"

Qi Shan shook his head and instructed Tomie: "Tie them up first. Tie up this old man a few more times, preferably like a dumpling. He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, so be careful!"

Tomie didn't say a word. She flicked her whip and directly threw Old Master Ren over like a spinning top. Qi Shan reached out and caught him, holding him by the back of his neck like he was grabbing a chick, suspending him in mid-air.

Tomie walked over with the Chicago Typewriter, reached into her bosom, and pulled out a few sections of black, oily hemp rope, throwing them over with a cold voice: "You, come out and tie their hands behind their backs, tie them tightly! Move faster, and if you dare to play tricks, you'll lose your life!"

A servant came out trembling, picked up the black hemp rope, and tied them up one by one, including Uncle Nine.

Just then, the grass on the right side suddenly moved, and Uncle Nine raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, a figure suddenly leaped out, grabbed the gun in Tomie's hand, and prepared to use inertia to pull it down.

Before he could succeed, another person rushed out of the bushes, closed his eyes, and hugged Qi Shan's thigh, shouting loudly: "Master, run! We've stopped him! Run, Master, run…"

"Hey, hey, hey… Before you shout, can you first confirm whether your plan has succeeded? Do you know that being hugged by a man's thigh root feels particularly awkward?"

Qi Shan tapped Wen Cai's shoulder and said with a displeased expression.

Wen Cai was stunned for a moment and opened his eyes to look in the direction of Qiu Sheng.

He saw that Qiu Sheng had indeed grabbed the Chicago Typewriter, but his whole body was bent into an arc, and he didn't even make Tomie's arm move slightly. He was like a wild monkey, hanging on a big tree. No matter how he struggled, the gun remained motionless, always pointing in the direction of Uncle Nine.

Qi Shan kicked Qiu Sheng's heel with a cold face, forcing him to hang in mid-air in a back-bow shape, which was quite uncomfortable, almost hanging half of his body on his arm.

Uncle Nine twitched his lips and snorted: "Idiot, instead of going to tell Master Ren after escaping, you're showing off here. Serves you right!"

"Aiya, Master, my back is about to break, help! Master, heroine, spare me, it's killing me!"

Qiu Sheng screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to let go, fearing that if the muzzle lowered, a bullet would take his life.

Tomie looked over, and Qi Shan rubbed his brow helplessly and waved his hand.

"Tie them all up and throw them by the roadside, we don't have time to deal with them for now!"

Tomie cracked her whip with a loud bang, and finally tied up Qiu Sheng and threw him aside.

Qi Shan was even more direct, pinching Wen Cai's collar and shaking him gently, causing half of his body to go numb instantly. His hands involuntarily loosened, and Qi Shan lifted him up and threw him several meters away. Tomie caught him, tied him up casually, and threw him next to Qiu Sheng to keep him company.

After dealing with the two disciples and tying up Uncle Nine like a dumpling, he returned to the pavilion and sat in the shade to cool off, looking at the group of unlucky people in front of him.

Qi Shan directly placed Old Master Ren's corpse on the long bench and sat on the other side, picking up the small teapot on the stone table and taking a light sip.

Then, he focused his attention on the book in his hand.

The Corpse Refinement Technique had been translated almost completely, and he was reading it bit by bit. Many of the theories seemed right but weren't, and besides requiring a large number of medicinal materials, it also seemed to require some ghostly things, such as Yin energy and some related spells.

Their movements were so obvious, and they were kicking up dust everywhere. Even a blind person could see it, but the two were completely unaware, deliberately lowering their voices to whisper in each other's ears, thinking they were being so secretive.

Even the young men carrying the coffin were staring blankly, their eyes full of unbearable emotions.

Just as Uncle Nine couldn't wait to jump up and kick his two stupid disciples unconscious, Old Master Ren's corpse suddenly trembled and sat up abruptly.

Uncle Nine's face changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Not good, corpse transformation, quickly prepare paper, brush, ink, and sword."

As soon as he said the words, he realized that he was already trapped.

Just as he was about to remind Qi Shan, he heard Qi Shan chuckle and say: "You've finally arrived, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

What are you talking about? Zombies are not human beings, they have no reason, no humanity.

Now is not the time to talk, you should open fire without hesitation and turn the zombie into a sieve first.

Uncle Nine's mentality exploded, but before he could speak, he heard the zombie speak unclearly.

"I, where am I?"

At that moment, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck Uncle Nine's brow, shattering his worldview.

The whole person was stunned there, and a huge question mark kept swirling in his mind.

He spoke, how could he speak? How could zombies have reason, their three souls and seven spirits were incomplete, how could they speak?

What exactly is going on?