At two o'clock, the morning stars twinkled on Phoenix Mountain, the full moon hung high, it was a good weather with clear clouds and sparse clouds, the mountain path turned around on the hill, and the weeds with dew drops wet Wang Chen's shoes, Wang Chen carried a green 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 makes Wang Chen look like a scholar going up the mountain with snacks, if you ignore his short hair.

The finished product of colloidal explosives is in the form of pale yellow powder, and when nitroglycerin is adjusted, it can be molded into a puree like flour, although it looks very much like a pastry, but it still smells like a faint smell of chemical raw materials.

Wang Chen has a lot of regret, if he is given a little more time, when he pounds the cream out, the framing of Western-style pastries, it is more convenient to cover up, now this real thunder looks very delicious, it is said to be a new product of Jinji, in this small city where the traffic is not developed, no one should doubt it.

The division commander Gong copied the path and followed behind Wang Chen.

Today, what I want to do is to destroy the business of the door, I can't help Wang Chen not consider being cautious, he is a raw face, although his short hair is a little eye-catching, but the Taoist temple is not an official mansion, and he will not intercept people for interrogation, a stranger with short hair, walking on the mountain road in the early morning and night, although it is a little weird, but compared to the conspicuous target of the division commander Gong Lao Dao, there is no big mistake.

After all, the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Palace had never seen Wang Chen, and if they could recognize Wang Chen, it would be a ghost!

The gun in his arms poked Wang Chen's waist and abdomen hard, but it gave him a strange sense of security, Wang Chen remembered the last memories before the crossing, blood, fire, women's cries, men's wails, and the sound of smashing and breaking glass, those familiar people were lying in pools of blood, allowing the increasingly hot sun to bake.

And - those corpses that can eat people.

He still vividly remembered the strange touch of smashing his iron rod on the head of the corpse with the smell of rancid smell that his throat bones were exposed to the air, when he was bitten on the shin by a raging and crazy mouse, as if he had been infected with some virus, his head became more and more groggy, and his body began to heat up, but he could not treat himself.

When you leave the neighborhood and are not protected by a fence, you have to face the animals and corpses on the street for the first time.

The survivors gathered in a remote building in the community, temporarily organized, waiting for the government's rescue, the gunshots have been constantly ringing in the distance, making them afraid, but also bringing a little comfort, originally Wang Chen such injured people should be cared for and treated in the rear, the survivors collected their own and neighbors' standing medicine at home, and a doctor set up a rear emergency room, but when the disaster broke out, it was the time to go to work, and there were too few survivors in the community, old and young, and there were too few men in the prime of life.

Wang Chen had to join in cleaning up the rioting pet dogs and corpses in the community, at least blocking the gate of the community and creating a second line of defense.

Wang Chen didn't know the reason for the disaster, he only heard that in addition to their city, the rest of the country was still under the control of the government, and there was no huge chaos, and he didn't hear the news that animals could go berserk and the dead could be resurrected, just like the plague of the zombie virus in science fiction works, which is also the reason why the survivors have the confidence to persist in the government's rescue.

"Perhaps, it all started with the meteor shower that spread all over the world on the night of December 21st!"

The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle, I heard that it was an ice-based meteorite, after disintegrating in the atmosphere, some fragments were scattered, among which a meteorite fragment fell into the sea near Wang Chen's city, which Wang Chen knew when he heard his friends chatting in the group, some people joked that they wanted to be a meteorite hunter and look for a gram of tens of thousands of precious meteorites, but someone immediately retorted that the ice-based meteorite should have melted into the sea even if it was not burned out.

That night, the sky was as red as blood.

Wang Chen's thoughts were a little far away, but when the Shangqing Palace Courtyard appeared in his sight, he was still a little distracted, pinching the hardwood stick in his right hand, the heavy feel was a bit like the iron rod of the day, this thing that looked like a scholar's crutch for mountaineering was the third weapon in Wang Chen's hand, and he carefully wrapped a circle of iron sheet around the head of the cane, hoping that when swinging, the center of gravity could be more suitable.

Wang Chen waited patiently for a while in the forest outside the courtyard of the Shangqing Palace, until the morning bell rang faintly, he touched the left side of the gate of the Taoist Temple, the Taoist Temple was built according to the mountain, the division commander's palace told him the terrain and the layout of the palace view very clearly, Wang Chen also easily touched the division commander's palace said that it was better to take advantage of the mountain to climb the high wall, he was a little clumsy to climb the tree, over the wall.

The annex of Shangqing Palace is built according to the mountain, more than ten patios of different sizes and tortuous corridors are scattered with the terrain, but the mountain gate, the Sanqing Palace, the Yellow Emperor Palace are always built on the central axis, solemn and solemn, the front is low and the back is high, and the drop is even three or four stories high.

First of all, go to the Pyrotechnic Institute!

The fire worker Taoist priest must burn the fire before he can go to the main hall Sanqing Hall to participate in the morning class, and when he presides over the morning class and recites the scriptures, he must always drink tea and hot water! Wash and clean! Outer disciples and ordinary Dao boys can deal with it with cold water, but the three true Taoist priests always have to send hot water!

Therefore, the fire engineering institute is a courtyard that the Taoist temple is busy with every morning class, and at this time, it should have sent out hot water for washing, and the water for the morning class is being burned.

The Taoist priests are very quiet, the three Taoist priests in the fire engineering institute are busy adding firewood and boiling water, but they are in order, not making a sound, don't look at the Taoist priests in the fire engineering institute, the arms are full of muscles, and they are running around carrying dozens of catties of major kettles every day.

After all, there is incense - in the past, the ancestor of the Nine Princes was also a fire Taoist priest in the Shangqing Palace.

It can be seen that the work of this firework Taoist, firework monk, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! I'm afraid it's second only to the Scripture Pavilion, the librarian! After all, the ancestors of Daomen, Lao Tzu and Taishang Laojun were also the administrators of the National Library of the Zhou Dynasty.

Wang Chen lifted the iron-clad heavy stick, waited quietly at the corner of a corridor next to the fire engineering institute, and waited until a fire worker Taoist priest carried a large hot water teapot, walked out of it, and hurriedly went down, he went around to the back of the house, tiptoed the heavy stick and smashed it down on the back of the neck, and the Taoist priest even threw the teapot under the steps.

He seemed to be scalded by the hot water, and he twitched twice before fainting.

Wang Chen flashed over from the side, holding the unconscious Taoist priest and throwing it in a side room not far away, he hesitated for a moment, but finally did not break the neck bone of the poor Taoist priest.

Most of the hot water in the iron kettle was spilled, but Wang Chen still lifted it up and walked straight to the fire engineering courtyard, where the two Taoist priests were still busy boiling water, and the division commander Gong was already following behind at this time. Wang Chen gave him a look, and walked straight into the courtyard, two Taoist priests heard the movement, looked up in surprise, and saw that it was a strange scholar, and someone immediately stood up and asked, "Where did you come from?" ”

Wang Chen pretended to hold his fists and said: "Then there is a scholar passing by, because I love the scenery of Phoenix Mountain, I just asked the abbot to stay with me for a day." ”

"Then ......" What else did the Taoist priest at the head of the fire engineer say, Wang Chen had already approached him, and the division commander palace had already touched it from behind when Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two, and hit the back carotid artery of the Taoist priest behind him, Wang Chen pretended to be shocked, pointed behind the Taoist priest, and when he turned his head to look, the heavy stick had already smashed on his head.

The division commander Gong touched it silently, he chose a Taoist priest who was similar to him, and began to pick up other people's clothes.

And Wang Chen turned to tie up the three fireworker Taoists with the cowhide rope brought by the division commander's palace, and stuffed a mouth ball with a sleeve into his mouth, which also came with his own, Wang Chen knew that if you stuff a rag or something, you can also use your tongue to push it out, or the mouth ball is better to use, so I also made a few and used it on the three fire workers, and it was almost the same.

As for the people behind, Wang Chen was not prepared to make such trouble and let them survive.

Shi Changgong pinched his face a few times with a flour-like paste, and when he looked at it closely, there were still big flaws, but now that it was dark, the fire candles in the Taoist temple were not as bright as the modern electric lights, and the Taoist priests were mostly short-sighted, and at first glance, they couldn't see any flaws.

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