A room on the second floor of the funeral parlor where six or seven people were seated.

The leader is a kind old man, on both sides of the old man is a scantily clad beauty, and a beautiful woman is half-squatting on the old man's legs, her two hands are gently clenched into fists, and she is beating the old man's legs.

Another beautiful woman stretched out her slender hand and fished out a red object from the utensils on the table in front of the old man, and in the other hand held a delicate silver knife, she very skillfully cut the fished object into thin sheets and fed it into the old man's mouth.

If you look closely, the red object is a heart.

Then on the table, there were seven or eight of these vessels, each of which had such a heart in it.

The liquid medicine for soaking the heart is obviously specially formulated, and each heart soaked in such a liquid is constantly beating like a living thing.

On both sides of the room, there were a total of five Japanese, one of whom was Chen Dasheng, if he saw it, he must know that it was Jing Mu.

The five Japanese sitting on either side seemed to be very jealous of the old man, and their expressions were cautious, and they were even careful to breathe.

The old man's eating style is very elegant, and at first glance he looks like a well-educated person.

It took more than ten minutes to eat a heart, and the old man seemed to be very satisfied, took the paper towel handed by the beautiful woman next to him, and carefully wiped his two hands over and over again, although his two hands never touched the heart he ate.

"Jingmu, these boys and girls have very good hearts, and I am very satisfied."

Jing Mu hurriedly bowed and replied respectfully, "Thank you Ishihara Hall Master, these are all things that subordinates should do." ”

The old man nodded, "The human heart is the most delicious thing in the world, it should be eaten raw, especially the heart of a child under the age of seven, the mind of children in this period is not yet mature, and the innate spiritual wisdom since birth is contained in the heart, the heart is the main god, eat at least one a day, not only can delay aging, but also greatly benefit cultivation." ”

"If any of you make great achievements in the future, I will not hesitate to teach this secret method."

The old man said this, looked up at a monitoring screen on the wall of the room, on the monitoring screen, Chen Dasheng had just walked from the first floor to the second floor, facing the red lanterns in the corridor, and seemed to be thinking.

The old man leaned back, leaned back on the sofa, and whispered slowly: "We have three tasks on this trip to the East.

First, to explore the ancient Chinese martial arts and Taoism.

Second, look for forces that can cooperate.

Third, look for clues to enter the capital.

I am in charge of the first and second, and the third is in charge of the master of Sanodo.

We don't have to ask, just say that our side, it can be said that it is a failure, Ye Ling led the team to Maoshan The whole army was annihilated, and only the captain Mao Zhi Saburo fled back to Zhongnan Mountain, in order to pay tribute to You, I have been killed, and those who went to Jiangxi were wiped out by the Dragon and Tiger Mountain group, only to Shaolin and Xiangxi have some gains. ”

"There are many reasons for this, it is undeniable that we do underestimate the power of the people here, as for this Wudang Mountain, it is very strange, Taoism and ancient martial arts have been annihilated, but this is called Chen Dasheng is a bit interesting, this time we must be captured."

After the old man finished speaking, the five people sitting on both sides, some were happy and some were worried.

Jing Mu lowered his head and kept wiping the sweat on his head, and the Japanese sitting next to Jing Mu and the two Japanese sitting on the other side showed a smug look, these two were Koizumi Ichiro and Koizumi Saburo who had led the team to Shaolin. The Japanese next to Inoki were Fujitaka who led the team to Xiangxi.

As for the other Japanese, it was a bald monk who kept his eyes down and looked fixed.

Jing Mu hesitated for a while, and finally raised his head and said: "Hall Master Mingjian, the reason why his subordinates have not made achievements in Wudang Mountain so far is actually because of Watanabe Shuichi's non-cooperation, An Bei Jinwu fought with his subordinates and Wudang Mountain, and suddenly left and returned to Japan on his own, so that his subordinates were lonely,"

The old man nodded: "I already know about this matter, and I will handle it myself." ”

Leaning less, Koizumi Ichiro, who was sitting, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally leaned forward and owed, and said with a respectful look: "The next thing is unknown, please ask the hall master to solve the doubts." ”

Ishihara frowned and said patiently, "You say." ”

Koizumi Ichiro said worriedly: "What is the current level of Dao techniques to find Huaxia Dao, as well as to test Maoshan Longhu Mountain, Xiangxi Corpse Gate, or other Dao techniques that hide power, this subordinate understands, it's just Gu Wu?" ”

"Do you want to say that the ancient martial arts are average in combat and useless?"

The monk, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly interrupted Koizumi Ichiro's words.

Koizumi Ichiro looked up at Ishihara, and saw that Ishihara didn't speak, and he was a little bolder, "That's right, that's what my subordinates mean, you must know that in my Oriental country, Guwu started twenty years earlier than Huaxia's research on Guwu, and we have even studied biochemical and beast genetic mutants, and these two studies prove that whether it is a mutant or a biochemical human, the combat power is far more than that of Guwu, why do we still come to collect and study Huaxia's ancient martial arts?" ”

Ishihara nodded: "Master Identification, please explain this to him." ”

The monk smiled slightly: "I guess many people have this doubt in their hearts about this question, okay, let me ask you, cyborgs or mutants, they may be immortal?" ”

Koizumi Ichiro's heart sank, and he said, "Can't!" ”

"Everyone here, except for Teng Yingjun, who cultivates ancient martial arts, your two brothers and Jing Mu are all cultivators, do you think there is hope for longevity?"

Koizumi Ichiro's expression was even more solemn: "Even if the cultivation technique reaches the top ghost master, it will eventually die of old age, could it be that the appraisal master said that cultivating ancient martial arts can lead to immortality?" ”

"We can't in Japan, but legend has it that in the era of ancient martial arts in China, there were ancient warriors who transformed their internal force into true qi, reached the realm of innate martial artists, and absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth to live forever, Wudang Zhang Sanfeng is an example, legend has it that he finally shattered the void and disappeared!"

Chen Dasheng stood in the corridor with a solemn face, there was almost no way to exit the funeral home at this time, and the stairs had long since disappeared, not to mention that exiting was not a way at all.

He came here to rescue the souls of the old master and several people who had been detained, there was no point in retreating, his master had already left, and he couldn't find a helper at all.

As for calling the police, he didn't think at all that there was nothing they could do when this kind of local police came, and it would only increase casualties.

After listening intently, Chen Dasheng kicked open the door of a room.

In the room, one man crawls naked on top of another naked man, and his mouth is making an unbearable sound.

Finding that someone had broken down the door, the man Huo Ran raised his head.

The man was pale, his cheeks were covered with white hair, and his two pupils were white.

Seeing Chen Dasheng coming in, this person raised his head and grinned strangely, the corners of his mouth were cracked to the side of his ears, and drops of fishy mucus dripped from his mouth.

Corpse? Huang Saburo!

This Huang Saburo was refined into a zombie.

The Japanese are really ruthless, Huang Sanlang was knocked unconscious by Chen Dasheng, so he naturally knew that Huang Sanlang's injury would not kill at all, and a person who could be completely treated was refined into a zombie, which shows that the Japanese are just as ruthless to their own people.

When Huang Sanlang saw Chen Dasheng, he grinned strangely, jumped up from the bed, and only pounced on Chen Dasheng, so fast that it was like a whirlwind blowing in the house.

Chen Dasheng froze, took a wrong step, dodged Huang Sanlang's pounce, and punched Huang Sanlang's head.

Huang Sanlang shook his head weirdly, dodged Chen Dasheng's punch, and also punched Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng threw another punch, and the two fists collided together.

Chen Dasheng took three steps back, only to feel a pain in his wrist.

Huang Sanlang was smelted to death, his body was more than steel, and his strength did not know that it had risen dozens of times.

However, this punch also knocked Huang Saburo back seven or eight steps, slammed into the bed by the side of the house, smashed a bed, and the naked man on the bed fell to the ground, trembling all over, not daring to move.

Chen Dasheng took a look and found that the man was a normal human being, and his buttocks were covered in blood.

Without time to care about this man, Chen Dasheng caught up with Huang Sanlang in a few steps, endured the pain, punched like the wind, and exerted the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the tenth layer, and did not leave Huang Sanlang's head, chest and other vital points.

Huang Sanlang was beaten and had no power to fight back, so he suddenly roared, stomped a hole in the floor, and jumped to the first floor.

Chen Dasheng did not pursue, this Huang Sanlang was very eccentric, he was refined into a zombie, and he still retained his spiritual intelligence. It must be known that there is no sanity in the general zombie, unless it is a zombie that is more than a hundred years old, it is no longer a zombie in the ordinary sense.

The man on the ground stood up tremblingly, couldn't speak, and stumbled: "Thank you for help, I am the director of the funeral home, and please call the police quickly, there are a lot of ghosts here." ”

The curator Xu is legs were weak, and before he finished a sentence, he poofed and sat down on the ground again.

Chen Dasheng grabbed the clothes on the side and threw them to him.

"You put on your clothes first, don't run around here, and when I destroy the evil spirit, I'll take you out."

"Don't! You don't go! ”

When the curator saw that Chen Dasheng was about to leave this room, he crawled to Chen Dasheng with his hands and feet, wanting to hug Chen Dasheng's legs.

Chen Dasheng sighed and hurriedly left the room.

The curator couldn't stand up, so it might be safer to stay in this room at this point.