I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Hong Kong.

Yunmeng Mountain, Qingfeng Temple.

Qin Yao put away the water bowl, walked through the mottled stone steps, stepped into the simple and quiet Taoist temple, and said loudly: "Master Mao, Qin Yao is here."

In the Taoist hall, the statue of Sanqing lowered its head. Mao Xiaofang, who was sitting opposite an old Taoist, looked surprised and stood up suddenly: "Master Qingfeng, the person I was waiting for is here."

The old man with white beard and hair, and kind-hearted eyes stood up and said with a smile: "Shan, I just want to see this master with you."

Then, the two of them walked side by side, crossed the threshold, and looked up at the burly figure under the big tree in the courtyard.

"The divine edge is restrained and returns to its original nature. It is truly extraordinary." Qingfeng praised highly.

Qin Yao looked up and said with a smile: "Taoist Master, thank you."

Mao Xiaofang pointed at Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Taoist Qin, let me introduce to you. This is Taoist Qingfeng, the master of Qingfeng Temple."

Qin Yao cupped his hands as a courtesy: "Qin Yao from Maoshan, pay your respects to the Taoist Priest."

Qingfeng waved his hand, with a friendly look on his face: "Come in quickly, come in quickly, let's go into the room to talk."

"Thank you." Qin Yao said politely.

Soon, the three of them returned to the main hall and sat around a square table. Qingfeng, as the host, poured the tea and water himself. Qin Yao and Mao Xiaofang both raised their hands to catch the tea bowls, and the guests and hosts were in harmony.

"Master Mao, what's going on with Xuan Kui?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Yao put down his tea bowl and looked sideways at Mao Xiaofang beside him.

"Xuankui, whose name was Aixinjueluo Xuankui during his lifetime, was a descendant of the Manchu royal family. Because his whole family was slaughtered in front of his eyes, the resentment in his chest and abdomen was not vented before he was brutally murdered and turned into a zombie.

Later, the tomb was dug up by a group of tomb robbers, and the blood of the tomb robbers was drained, and he was born.

It has been ten years since I learned about Xuan Kui from a villager. It's not that I haven't met him face to face in the past ten years, it's just that no matter how carefully I calculated, I couldn't keep him.

Now, after being enlightened by Master Qingfeng Temple, I have written a letter to you, asking you to come and help me. "Mao Xiaofang explained.

Qin Yao suddenly realized.

No wonder Mao Xiaofang wrote to him. It turned out that he had listened to other people's advice.

"How strong is this Xuankui?"

Mao Xiaofang: "The strength is at least equivalent to the seventh or eighth level of the Earth Master. I can't handle him."

Qin Yao pondered: "In the past ten years, what have you relied on to track down the other party's traces?"

Mao Xiaofang took out an ancient compass from his arms and placed it gently on the table: "There is a hair of Xuan Kui in this compass. Even after using it, the aura of the deity on it has become very weak, so it works sometimes when looking for it." .”

Qin Yao: "Apart from this hair, are there no other items?"

According to his divination calculation, the most effective thing is 'a bowl of clear water illuminates the universe'. Without Xuan Kui's items, if he could know the opponent's position out of thin air, that would be a truly magical method. He has not yet reached this level.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head and sighed: "No more... I also know that this kind of pursuit is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Xuankui is too strong. If he is not controlled, once he is hungry, countless people will become his Blood food.

Chief Qin, I know that you are busy with affairs and cannot continue to pursue me, so you can leave at any time. If you are willing to come over, I will accept your favor. "

Qin Yao waved his hand: "You and I, even close friends in life and death, just say this and look away."

Mao Xiaofang felt warm in his heart, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Qin is very righteous."

Qin Yao smiled and said: "I don't have many friends, so each one of them is very precious. Not to mention hurting others, at least I can help them with all my strength."

Mao Xiaofang immediately picked up the tea and said sincerely: "I would like to offer you tea instead of wine."

Qin Yao touched the tea bowl with him and drank the tea in one gulp, showing his heroism.

"Having a close friend in life is a great blessing." Qingfeng poured tea for the two of them and said with a smile: "Respect for friendship."

"Honor friendship."

The next moment, the three tea bowls collided together.

——

Three days later.

dusk.

Xiangjiang countryside, Qiaotou Village.

A group of people held torches, fixed a young woman on a wooden stick like a pig, and carried her to an altar in front of the mountain forest. They threw her in the center of the altar with a bang and shouted: "Vampire God~Vampire God~ "

The mountain wind carried their voices into the mountains and forests, to the mountain walls covered with wooden hanging coffins. The lids of each coffin were quietly opened, and shiny black and skinny palms stretched out from them.

"Someone is shouting something."

At the other end of the forest, Mao Xiaofang, who was wearing a blue robe and holding a white cloth bag diagonally, paused and listened.

A golden light flashed in Qin Yao's eyes, and he looked forward quickly. He saw a group of zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official robes and flower feathers, raising their arms and jumping quickly to an altar.

Under the altar, hundreds of villagers were kneeling.

On the altar, a woman was tied up.

"Roar!"

A taller zombie landed on the altar and roared sharply at the zombies rushing towards the villagers.

The frozen bodies suddenly paused, then slowly turned around and jumped to the altar.

"Follow me, Master Mao." The situation was urgent, and Qin Yao had no time to explain. He grabbed Mao Xiaofang's wrist and took him to the altar, blocking him in front of the tall zombie.

"Roar!!!"

The tall zombie felt threatened and screamed at the two of them.

Qin Yao didn't say any unnecessary nonsense. He raised his hand and pulled out the Qingsuo Sword. As the cyan blade passed through the void, a faint green light sword energy flew out of the air and cut the tall zombie into two pieces from the center of his eyebrows with a pop. Black smoke erupted from the shriveled body.

"Uh, uh, uh."

Qin Yao kept waving his sword, and sword energy shot out, cutting off zombies trying to escape one after another. The process was so devastating that a group of ignorant villagers were stunned.

In fact, not only the villagers were shocked, but even Mao Xiaofang was shocked by the sharpness of the sword in Qin Yao's hand.

It's absolutely horrifying.

"The vampire god is dead..."

After a long time, someone in the crowd murmured.

More people were waking up from a dream, looking at the altar with shock, anger, and even resentment.

Qin Yao returned his sword to its sheath, looked down at the group of strange villagers below, and asked coldly: "Why are you looking at us like this?"

The crowd was silent, but seemed to be angry but afraid to speak.

Qin Yao frowned, turned around and pulled out the dirty towel stuffed in the young woman's mouth, and asked in a deep voice: "Why don't they say anything?"

The young woman looked at the villagers below with hatred, and said coldly and solemnly: "Why else? I dare not speak out if I dare to be angry."

Qin Yao recalled the call of the 'vampire god' he had just heard, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his mind: "They want to suck the corpse air!"

The young woman was surprised: "You actually know?"

Qin Yao glanced at her and said, "Which sacrificer are you in the village?"

In the story "A Good Life", he has seen a way to change his luck by absorbing corpse energy, but this method will not only shorten his life, but also easily lead to disaster, ranging from a violent beating to a lifeless death. .

These villagers obviously discovered this shortcoming, so they regarded the zombies as gods and made regular offerings to them in exchange for corpse energy.

"I'm the first."

The young woman said: "Two days ago, the guy who sucked the corpse gas the most died. Then the people in the village realized that they were afraid, and they quickly spent money to invite Taoist priests and asked for the magic of sacrifice. Since then, I have known Someone must be unlucky, but I didn’t expect that the unlucky person would be me.”

Qin Yao sneered, turned the sword in his hand, and looked at the villagers below: "For your own selfish desires, you worship zombies as gods and forcibly sacrifice the lives of others. You will deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers were in an uproar. Some people got up and wanted to run away, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some were complaining loudly, trying to reason with Qin Yao.

Intimidated by Qin Yao's power, he didn't dare to curse.

Qin Yao silently raised the Qingsuo sword, and with a thought in his mind, green light sword shadows suddenly flew out of the sword and pushed horizontally towards all the villagers below.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

In an instant, no matter whether they were complaining, begging for mercy, or even fleeing villagers, they all died under the shadow of the sword, and no one was spared.

Mao Xiaofang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed quietly.

"Thank you, hero, for avenging me." The young woman said loudly.

Qin Yao glanced at her and said calmly: "I am not avenging you, but simply eliminating evil. You don't have to thank me for anything."

Mao Xiaofang knelt down, untied the rope and said softly, "Where are you going in the future?"

The young woman knelt down in front of him and begged, "Please take me in."

She was also smart, and she could tell at a glance that the tall man was evil-minded, so begging him would be useless. On the contrary, the older Taoist had a gentle personality, and might be able to rely on her.

However, to her disappointment, Mao Xiaofang shook his head and said, "To be honest, the two of us are chasing a more powerful zombie and cannot take you on the road."

The young woman thought for a while and said decisively: "I beg you two to come home with me, get your savings, and then give me a ride to get me out of here. I am very grateful."

"You have a good plan." Qin Yao said lightly.

The young woman's heart skipped a beat, her forehead touched the ground, and she didn't dare to speak.

Mao Xiaofang bent down, helped her up from the ground, and looked up at Qin Yao: "Brother Qin, she is also a poor person..."

Qin Yao shrugged: "I didn't say I wouldn't help. You two go back to the village to get the money. I'll wait here."

The young woman was overjoyed when she heard this, and her pounding heart only calmed down now.

The next day.

It's just dawn.

Qin Yao and Mao Xiaofang took the young woman to a county town, and parted ways at the gate of the county, which was like an archway, and went their separate ways.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Yao never asked the other party's name, and even said only a few words to him.

After all, in his eyes, this is just a passerby role, why bother to force it into a drama?

"Old man, please ask, has anything strange happened in our county recently?" Not long after, in a bun shop, Qin Yao ordered two steamed buns and two bowls of white porridge. Mao Xiaofang patted the compass in his hand, which had a motionless pointer. He asked the store owner sideways.

The store owner placed the steamed buns and porridge in front of them one after another and said, "There is something really strange."

Mao Xiaofang showed surprise and said, "Is it about zombies?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "That's not true, it's about female ghosts. A few days ago, several Japanese businessmen passed through our county and died inexplicably in the hotel. After forensic examination, they all died of heart failure.

It is normal for one person to die from heart failure, but it is obviously abnormal for several people to die from this disease at the same time. Some people say that it was the heroic souls of soldiers who did it, but the police department has not yet given an explanation. "

The look of surprise on Mao Xiaofang's face gradually faded away, and before the disappointment emerged in his heart, he was distracted by the case: "What hotel was the crime place?"

"It seems to be called Yunfan Hotel..."

It's noon.

Qin Yao and Mao Xiaofang came to the Yunfan Hotel where the crime occurred. They saw that the hotel door was closed tightly with yellow seals staggered on it. There was a depressing scene around them. Pedestrians passing by deliberately stayed away from the hotel door.

"Bah."

After arriving at the door of the hotel, Qin Yao raised his hand and tore off the seal, pushing open the two gilded doors. In an instant, a dark wind rushed out from inside the hotel, stirring up their robes.

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows, and after entering the door with Mao Xiaofang, he closed the door smoothly, his eyes swept across the luxuriously decorated lobby, then stared at a wall on the second floor, and said lightly: "Stop hiding, I saw you. "

A cloud of black mist gushes out from the wall and transforms into a tall woman with long hair shawl, wearing a white skirt and slender eyebrows. She floats out of thin air on the second floor of the hotel, looking down at the two people below.

"Are you here to catch me?"

"It depends on the situation." Qin Yao raised his eyes and said, "After all, you are killing the Japanese."

The woman couldn't quite understand this sentence and said, "You already know that I killed a Japanese, so what else can you tell me?"

Qin Yao: "Why did you kill those Japanese people?"

"The Japanese deserve to die," the woman said flatly.

Qin Yao nodded: "This is quite reasonable. Master Mao, let's go."

Mao Xiaofang: "..."

So careless?

"Dao Zhang Qin, the Japanese are not all bad people." In desperation, he had no choice but to say: "If those Japanese are just businessmen, then they are female ghosts harming people..."

Qin Yao: "Whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, he is not of my race, is it possible that we still want to avenge the Japanese?"

Mao Xiaofang: "..."

"What's your name, and why are you committing murder here?" Shao Qing, Mao Xiaofang, who felt that he couldn't explain to Qin Yao, could only raise his eyes to look at the female ghost.

The female ghost glanced at Qin Yao and said slowly: "Chen Xiaolian, a civilian girl, died in 1943. The cause of death was that a group of Japanese soldiers went crazy and wanted to violate civilian girls. In order to protect their innocence, civilian girls hit a pillar and died.

Unexpectedly, those beasts refused to let me go after my death, and took turns violating my body. As a result, my resentment increased dramatically and I transformed into a vicious ghost. Taoist Priest, if you were me, would you kill the Japanese if you saw them again? "

Mao Xiaofang: "..."

Qin Yao looked at him sideways and said seriously: "Master Mao, Taoism has no borders, but Taoists do. She may have killed innocent people indiscriminately and may be guilty, but her crime is with Japan, not with me. You I am both a Chinese, so if I punish her for this crime, wouldn’t it make people’s hearts chill?”