Because of my leg injuries and the fact that I had just had surgery, I couldn't get out of bed and walk. In this way, I spent almost half a month in the mass grave in the village of Hazar. During this time, I kept asking Riley and Chachai to investigate my uncle's whereabouts, but to no avail.

My heart began to get restless. It stands to reason that those ordinary walking corpses would not be the opponents of the uncle of the petty exorcist, so why did the uncle disappear after that night? And Bryant didn't say a word about my uncle to me, he only told me that there were no other suspicious people in the village of Hazar.

I was very disturbed, and I feared that after my uncle had withdrawn first that night, he had encountered an even more sinister evil, and that he might have been seriously wounded and hidden. Perhaps, he wasn't hurt, he kept looking for us. Because we were hiding in the mass grave at this time, and it was difficult for outsiders to discover the mystery in this mass grave, my uncle could not find me.

I began to regret that my skills were not good, and if I had cultivated earlier, I might have been able to stay and help my uncle that night without retreating! But it's too late to regret, it's a foregone conclusion, and I have to think about what to do next!

Although living here, Bryant has no intention of harming us, but he restricts his freedom of movement. As a result, Chachai was unable to get in touch with the outside world, and he had no way of knowing what was going on with his four children in Chiang Mai. Because of Sizi's heart, Chachai washed his face with tears all day long, and unknowingly contracted a cold. Fortunately, the accompanying doctor on Bryant's side was very skilled and saved Chachai's life.

Chachai, who escaped death, is much more resolute than before, and he seems to have returned to the same as three years ago, decisively doing things, and never dragging his feet. However, instead of thinking about going out as much as he used to, he has become more composed now. When things happen, they always discuss them with me and Riley.

I know, you're wondering where Lin Xiaoxi has gone now! Because the souls of Lin Xiaoxi and Songpa entered Lin Xiaoxi's body at the same time, the two fought openly and secretly in Lin Xiaoxi's body. To outsiders, it looks like he's mentally ill. Bryant ordered someone to lock "Lin Xiaoxi" in a secret room, and no outsiders were allowed to communicate with him.

During this period, I only went to see "Lin Xiaoxi", when she and Songpa still didn't give in to each other, and it became more and more intense, so that uninformed people thought it was a mental illness. So, after a brief chat with the two of them, I withdrew. Later, I asked to visit "Lin Xiaoxi" again, but Bryant refused.

As my injuries got better, Bryant became a lot tougher on me.

On this day, as soon as the doctor informed me that I had fully recovered, Bryant came to my side.

He stared at me coldly, and his eyes were extremely cold! This murderous look directly told me that he should have done something! As for whether it will be good or bad for me, I can't guess.

"Mr. Yin," Bryant said politely, "you are now healed, and I will not keep you." Go where you came from. ”

"I can't go." I did not hesitate to veto Bryant's proposal.

"Why?" Bryant asked in surprise, "Do you still want to arrest me and take me back to the police station?"

I was silent.

Bryant didn't ask me again, he didn't have the easy-going attitude he had when he first met me, and his demeanor was more cold!

"If you still want to arrest me and go back to the police station, I have to say I'm sorry, I won't go to the police station with you." Bryant followed me in a cold tone.

I replied, "Don't worry, we're not here to arrest you. ”

"And who are you dealing with?" Bryant asked.

"Chen Cheng!" "As you know, he has always been wanted by the Chinese police and the Thai police, and he is the purpose of my trip." ”

"So you're here to deal with him." Bryant smiled and said, "I thought you were here to get me?" You know, to ordinary people, I'm a drug lord, you're a police officer. In terms of identity, I'm a zombie and you're an exorcist. In our opinion, it has always been an inseparable natural enemy. The first time I saw you, I had a sense of foreboding. ”

"But I'm not going to arrest you. At least not yet!" I interrupted Bryant, "Shambaught, allow me to call you by that name. Do you know? Your great-grandson, Mr. Ham, is missing you very much, and if you have time, go back to London and see him. ”

"Ham" Bryant was silent.

"I'm curious, why haven't I seen Chen Cheng here?" I asked Bryant about this question not only for me, but also for Chachai. He has been investigating Chen Cheng's whereabouts for half a month, but to no avail.

"He's long gone in Thailand, you're late." Bryant said.

"Late?" I was a little unconvinced, "The intelligence clearly said that he was going to make a big deal with you here in Thailand, how could he not be here?"

"That's just the wind he deliberately unleashed, he's just diverting the attention of the police. In fact, my deal with him was done in your Hong Kong, China. Bryant said coldly.

"When? Why haven't the police gotten the slightest bit of information?" I asked him, confused.

Only then did he smile and said, "If the police knew about it so easily, I would have lived for more than a hundred years in vain!" He walked over to the next stool and sat down, then looked at me.

I also walked over to a stool across from him and sat down.

The two of us looked at each other, our eyes fixed on each other.

Bryant suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know how I've lived for more than a hundred years?"

I shook my head, but still said, "I heard that you came to China during the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China. After that, you wake up the zombie king Hazard, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, by prying Tanglin. As a result, you become a zombie. For decades after you turned into a zombie, you locked yourself in the attic of your home, unattended. Until you were seventy-eight years old, you left home completely under the pretext of being ill and dying. After that, you disappear into the world."

After listening to my statement, Bryant smiled and said, "What you said is not wrong, this is indeed what happened to me. However, after I left home by pretending to be sick and dying, I worked as a teacher, a businessman, ran for governor of the United States, a police officer, and an undercover agent. It can be said that I have done all the professions I am interested in in the world. But why would I rather be a drug lord now? Do you know why?"

I shook my head, not knowing why.