Fantasy World Transmigration

At two quarters of Yin time, the morning stars twinkle on Phoenix Mountain, and the full moon hangs high. It is a beautiful day with clear sky and sparse clouds. For Wang Chen's shoes, Wang Chen was carrying a blue cloth package, which was wrapped in the wrapping paper of the most famous Jinji pastry shop in Suzhou, which was as small as a square cake—colloidal explosives.

This made Wang Chen look like a scholar who went up the mountain with snacks, if one ignores his short hair.

The finished colloidal explosives are in the form of light yellow powder. After adjusting the nitroglycerin, it can be molded into a mud like flour. Although it looks like a pastry, it still smells like a faint chemical raw material. 'True Ray' is frosted and even has a little tangy spice to cover it up.

Wang Chen is very regretful. If you give him a little more time, and wait for him to whip out the cream, it will be more convenient to cover up the Western-style cakes. Now this Zhenlei looks very delicious. It is said to be a new product of Jinji. In this small city with underdeveloped traffic, no one should doubt it.

Master Gong copied the path and followed behind Wang Chen.

Today, what we are going to do is the business of exterminating the family. Wang Chen can't help being cautious. He has a face. Walking up the mountain road in the early morning and night, although it was a bit weird, but compared with the conspicuous target of Master Gong Laodao, there was no big mistake.

After all, the Taoist priests in Shangqing Palace have never seen Wang Chen, if they can recognize Wang Chen, then they have seen a ghost!

The gun in his arms poked hard at Wang Chen's waist, but it gave him a strange sense of security. Wang Chen remembered the last memory before crossing, blood, fire, women's cries, men's wailing, and There was a sound of smashing, glass shattering, and those familiar people were lying in a pool of blood, being baked by the increasingly hot sun.

And—those corpses that can eat people.

He still clearly remembers the strange touch he felt when he swung an iron rod on the head of the corpse whose throat was exposed to the air and smelled of putrid smell. At that time, he was bitten by a violent and crazy mouse. Shin seemed to be infected with some virus, his head became more and more dizzy, and his body began to heat up, but he couldn't heal himself.

After leaving the community, without the protection of the fence, you have to face those running wild animals and corpses on the street immediately.

Survivors gathered in a remote upstairs building in the community, organized temporarily, and waited for the government's rescue. The gunshots kept ringing in the distance, which made them fear and brought a little comfort. Wang Chen had suffered like this. Injured people should receive care and treatment in the rear. The survivors collected the medicines that they and their neighbors kept at home. A doctor set up a rear emergency room, but when the disaster broke out, it was time to go to work, and the community survived. Among them are young and old, and there are too few men in their prime.

Wang Chen had no choice but to join in cleaning up the rioting pet dogs and corpses in the community, at least to block the gate of the community and create a second line of defense.

Wang Chen didn't know the reason for the disaster. He only heard that apart from his city, other parts of the country were still under the control of the government. There was no huge chaos, and he didn't hear that animals could go berserk and the dead could be resurrected, just like The news of a plague like a zombie virus in science fiction works is also the reason why survivors have the confidence to persist until the government rescues. The radio has been reminding that when they return home, the survivors form an organization and unite to wait for rescue.

"Perhaps, everything originated from the meteor shower that spread all over the world on the night of December 21!"

The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle. It is said that it was an ice-based meteorite. After disintegrating in the atmosphere, some fragments were scattered. One of the meteorite fragments fell into the sea near the city where Wang Chen is. This is Wang Chen’s friend. When we were chatting in the group, some people joked that they were going to be a meteorite hunter to find precious meteorites worth tens of thousands of grammes, but someone immediately retorted that even if the ice-based meteorite hadn’t been burned up,

It should also melt in the sea.

That night, the sky was as red as blood.

Wang Chen's thoughts were a little far away, but when the other courtyard of the Shangqing Palace appeared in his sight, he was still a little absent-minded. He squeezed the hard wooden stick on his right hand. It felt heavy, a bit like the iron stick from that day. It looks like the cane used by the scholar mountaineering association. It is the third largest weapon in Wang Chen's hands. He carefully wrapped the head of the cane with an iron sheet, hoping that the center of gravity can be more comfortable when swinging.

Wang Chen waited patiently in the woods outside the Shangqing Palace for a while, until the morning bell rang faintly, and he touched the left side of the gate of the Taoist temple. It was very clear, and Wang Chen also easily found a place that the teacher said was better to use the mountain to climb over the high wall. He climbed up the tree awkwardly and climbed over the wall.

The other courtyards of the Shangqing Palace are built according to the mountain. More than a dozen patios and winding corridors of different sizes are scattered high and low according to the terrain, but the mountain gate, Sanqing Hall, and Huangdi Hall are always built on the central axis. High, the drop is even three or four stories high.

First of all, go to the pyrotechnic institute!

Pyrotechnic Taoist priests need to light up the fire before they can go to the main hall Sanqing Hall to participate in the morning class. When presiding over the morning class and chanting scriptures, they must drink tea and hot water! Still have to wash and clean! Outer disciples and ordinary Taoist boys can deal with it with cold water, but the three true Taoist priests must always send hot water!

Therefore, the Pyrotechnic Institute is the first busy institute of the Taoist temple every morning class. At this time, the hot water for washing should have been sent out, and the water for the morning class is being boiled.

The Taoist priests were very quiet. The three Taoist priests in the Institute of Fire Engineering were busy adding firewood and boiling water, but they were orderly and did not make a sound. Although the Taoist priests in the Institute of Fire Engineering were thin, their arms were full of muscles, and they carried dozens of them every day. Running around with a heavy water bottle, everyone can train a body of tendons, and the teacher Gong also specially explained that if you can not kill people, don't kill those pyrotechnic priests.

After all, there is a passion for incense and fire - Patriarch Jiugong was also a pyrotechnic priest in Shangqing Palace in the past.

It can be seen that the work of the pyrotechnic priests and pyrotechnic monks is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! I'm afraid it's second only to the Sutra Pavilion, the librarian! After all, the ancestor of Taoism, Lao Tzu, the Taishang Laojun was also the administrator of the Zhou Dynasty National Library.

Wang Chen picked up the iron-clad heavy stick, and waited quietly at the corner of a corridor next to the Pyrotechnic Institute. When a Pyrotechnic Taoist came out with a big hot water teapot, he hurried down. Going around to the back of the house, he tipped up the heavy stick and smashed it down on the back of the neck. The Taoist even fell down the steps with his teapot.

He seemed to be scalded by hot water, and he twitched twice before passing out.

Wang Chen flashed over from the side, supported the unconscious Taoist priest, and threw it into a wing room not far away. He hesitated for a while, but finally did not strangle the poor Taoist priest's neck.

Most of the hot water in the iron pot was spilled, but Wang Chen still picked it up, and walked straight into the pyrotechnic institute. Two Taoist priests were still busy boiling water, and the teacher's palace was already following behind. Wang Chen gave him a wink, and he went straight into the yard. The two Taoist priests raised their heads in surprise when they heard the movement, and saw that it was a strange scholar. Someone immediately stood up and asked, "Where did you come from, this scholar?" came in?"

Wang Chen clasped his fists in a fake manner and said: "Next is a passing scholar, because he loves the scenery of Phoenix Mountain, he just asked the abbot to stay with me for a day."

"Then..." What did the Pyrotechnic priest in charge say? Wang Chen had already approached him. When Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two, the teacher's palace had already touched him from behind, and hit the Taoist priest behind hard. On the posterior carotid artery, Wang Chen pretended to be shocked, and pointed behind the Taoist priest. When he turned his head to look, the heavy stick had already hit his head.

Master Gong touched it silently. He picked a Taoist priest who was similar in shape to him, and began to pick off his clothes.

And Wang Chen turned to tie up the three pyrotechnic priests with the cowhide rope brought up by the teacher's palace, and stuffed a mouth ball with a condom in his mouth. Yes, you can also push it out with your tongue, but it is better to use mouth balls, so I made a few and used them on three pyrotechnic priests, and it was almost the same.

As for the people behind, Wang Chen didn't plan to be so troublesome and let them survive.

Shichang Gong pinched his face a few times with a flour-like paste. Looking at it from a close distance, there are still big flaws, but now it is dark, and the candles in the Taoist temple are not as bright as modern electric lights. Most Taoist priests are short-sighted. At first glance, there are no flaws.

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