The Bloody Taoist

Alive,

Zuo Yinyang slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth brought by fresh flesh and blood.

He seemed to be lying in a sealed cabinet, the lid of which was already open.

To be precise, it was a coffin, an oversized black coffin.

The same full moon hung in the sky, and the same moonlight was bright.

He slowly raised his left hand.

"No, this hand?" Zuo Yinyang found that his arm was very fat, and he gently raised his head again, looking at the body below in the moonlight.

Sure enough, at this time, the fat on his belly was stacked layer by layer, his legs were so fat that they could not be put together, and the meat on the upper body drooped on both sides. The pale skin color was greasy under the moonlight, which was not what ordinary fat could describe.

This body was less than 1.6 meters tall, but the weight was probably estimated to have reached a terrifying 1,000 kilograms.

This is beyond the ordinary sense of obesity. From a distance, it looks like a creeping mountain of meat, even overflowing from this oversized coffin.

"It's time to lose weight"

Zuo Yinyang calmed down his mind expressionlessly and continued to observe and feel this body. He looked at his left hand, and a red mole on the palm was vaguely visible, exactly the same as the position of the red mole on the original body.

He carefully identified the fingerprint pattern of each finger, and it was still the same.

This body fits his soul so well, as if it was originally his,

familiar, heavy.

"This may be another body of mine. Although it looks terrible, at least it's still alive." Zuo Yinyang thought silently in his heart.

"No, it's night now. Although the moonlight is bright, how can my eyes see fingerprints? And so clearly"

Zuo Yinyang began to find that there was something wrong with his body, not just abnormal vision.

According to the experience of the previous life, this kind of morbidly obese body will inevitably cause a great burden on the cardiopulmonary system and blood circulation system, but his breathing is now very easy, without a trace of panting, just like a normal person, or even longer.

He raised his arm and grabbed the side of the coffin, preparing to stand up and observe the surroundings, but still felt a little tired.

"Over there, over there, I can smell the scent of a living person from a long distance, there must be another one, open your head, I'll go see if he's dead or not, quick, quick!" A man's voice came from far behind.

Zuo Yinyang lay back in the coffin and closed his eyes.

A series of footsteps had come from far to near to the coffin,

so fast.

At first the sound was still far away, as if it had come to him in a breath.

Zuo Yinyang concentrated on listening to the footsteps, there were about four or five people.

"What kind of magic are these witches offering? All the offerings are weird." The person in front had already come to the coffin while talking.

He stretched his hand to Zuo Yinyang's head, and there was a cherry mouth on his palm, with bright red lips and two rows of densely packed fangs in his mouth.

The mouth opened, silently spitting out a stream of green air, and then slowly diffused towards Zuo Yinyang's head.

Then, Zuo Yinyang felt as if a warm breeze was creeping into his body through his ears, nose and mouth, and his body became unable to move.

These strange gases gently roamed around in his body, then quickly withdrew and returned to the bright red mouth.

"This fat boy is fine, his blood and qi are full, his spirit is strong, and he is estimated to live longer than Old Sun."

After saying that, he slapped Zuo Yinyang's face with his hand again.

"Wake up, Fatty, it's time for dinner"

Zuo Yinyang felt that his slapping was getting heavier and heavier, and he no longer pretended to be unconscious. He slowly opened his eyes, exhaled with a confused look and said: "Where am I? What's wrong with me? Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, kid, we are monks worshipped by the court, and we have rescued you from these evil witches"

Behind the man, a delicate female voice came.

Zuo Yinyang raised his head and looked at the crowd.

In the front was a thin and tall man with a height of nearly two meters, who looked about forty years old.

Although this man was tall, he was extremely skinny, even thinner than ordinary people. His skin membrane was already attached to his bones, and his cheeks were sunken, like a skeleton.

The man was wearing a soap-colored robe, a green Taoist robe inside, and his hands were wrapped in gray bandages. Upon closer inspection, these bandages were actually wriggling gently, like living things.

He had a white jade-colored belt tied on his head, and his extremely dense hair was scattered on his back. He was carrying a huge green-skinned gourd behind him.

At this time, the man was looking at the woman behind him with his head tilted.

"Zhang, I have checked this person, and there is no problem. Like the previous three, I guess he didn't have time to use it. Hehe, another merit point."

The woman behind him leaned over

"So heroic"

This was Zuo Yinyang's first impression of the woman.

The woman surnamed Zhang had fair skin, a pair of peach blossom eyes, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and red lips and white teeth.

However, she was over 1.9 meters tall, with thick sword-like eyebrows, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thick hair tied into a Taoist bun with a simple iron hairpin inserted on it, which was very beautiful.

She was wearing a golden robe, but inside she was wearing a dark iron armor with blood-red curse marks engraved on it, and a rusty chain was wrapped around her waist, which was really murderous.

At this time, the woman had her left hand behind her back and played with two dark walnuts in her right hand. She walked to the coffin and bent over to comfort Zuo Yinyangdao.

"Lie down first, kid, we'll talk after we get back. Relax, we're not bad people."

Although her voice was gentle, she tried to act like a girl next door.

But no matter how you look at her, she looked like a heroic general who had fought bloody battles.

Then she turned around and asked the tall and thin man.

"Old Wu, can your gourd still hold this child?"

"Boss, my Five Plagues Green Qi gourd has not been fully refined yet, and there are already two living people in it. This kid is too fat, I'm afraid it can't fit in," the man replied.

"It's okay," the woman looked at the other two people again: "Chang Si, Chang Wu, you two carry this child and the coffin back together. This coffin should be carved from a whole piece of iron wood. It's so huge, it's very rare. Let the boss check it together."

After she finished speaking, two men who were also wearing black robes followed her and came forward. They were both teenagers of eighteen or nineteen years old, with similar figures and movements.

The two men came to the coffin one after the other, and saw that their arms were getting longer and longer downwards, like a gibbon reaching under the coffin.

The heavy iron and wood coffin and Zuo Yinyang, who weighed more than a thousand pounds, were lifted up by the two of them lightly, as if they had no weight at all.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and they carried the coffin together and quickly caught up with the woman who had left.

"Hua Jianhou of the Imperial Observatory is in the village ahead. We will go there slowly and search carefully along the way to see if there are any living mortals or children." The woman said to the tall and thin man as she walked.

"Don't worry, Old Wu, I will be careful. These are all free merit points."