Chapter 702: The Murderous Spirit of the Corpse Collector

There was a loud bang, the man's body slammed into the opposite window, the passenger in the seat screamed and hugged his head and dodged away, the man grinned at the fourth uncle, wanted to get up but had no strength.

The rest of the people took a few steps back, their anger overflowing, they glanced at each other, pulled out the bright circlip knife from their waists, and threw themselves at the fourth uncle with a loud shout.

Xuan Qing rubbed his swollen forehead, picked up the suitcase, scolded loudly, and slammed it on the body of a knife-wielding man. Looking at the carriage again, except for the men and the fourth uncle, there was not a single passenger in the carriage, and they all gathered in the smoking rooms on both sides, looking up through the glass.

The fourth uncle slapped over a man, and seeing another man pounce in front of me, I was anxious, gritted my teeth, and went straight to the ground to be scurryed five times.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention the one-armed fourth uncle, more than a dozen men with sharp blades, rushed to the front in waves. Seeing that Xuan Qing couldn't support it, he blocked it in front of him with his suitcase to avoid being stabbed by a knife.

I also rushed forward, pushed down one person with all my might, picked up the shotgun on the ground in the confusion, and shouted, but everyone was red-eyed, and no one paid attention to me.

I gritted my teeth and fired an empty shot at the sky, a red bullet casing faded out of the chamber, a large hole was punched out of the roof of the carriage, and the cold wind blew in.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, stunned on the spot, staring straight at me, and the fourth uncle raised his foot and kicked over one person, shouting: "Put the guy down!"

Xuan Qing also came to the end, knocked down a person, snatched the gun from my hand, aimed it at the person's head, and asked in a loud voice, "Who sent you?"

The man looked at the muzzle of the black hole, then softened, knocked around, then pointed to the man who fell on the table, and said timidly, "Ask him." ”

The fourth uncle walked to the dining table, lifted the man's collar with his big hand, and asked in a loud voice, "Who sent you?"

The man looked at the fourth uncle with frightened eyes, his Adam's apple moved lightly, he covered his chest with one hand, and said to the fourth uncle in a trembling voice: "Big brother, don't fight, it's all ...... way"

"Grandma, stinky donkey and horse rotten (hooligan), fuck me quickly, or I'll let you take Southwest Avenue now!" the fourth uncle scolded loudly.

The muscles on the man's face kept trembling, and he didn't dare to look directly at the murderous eyes of the fourth uncle, so he cried loudly, and said to the fourth uncle: "Big brother, spare me, I am old and young, I really can't say it, I will die if I say it!"

"Tell me, what do I have to bear, who is it!" the fourth uncle put down the man and asked in a deep voice.

I wondered in my heart, looking at the person's appearance when he asked for his ID card, he obviously came prepared, with a clear goal, that is, to find the three of us, but I have never seen this number, and no one has provoked any underworld, how could he find us.

The man's expression was extremely reluctant, but seeing that the fourth uncle was full of anger, he wiped his face with his hand, and said to the fourth uncle: "Big brother, is it okay to say half of it?"

The fourth uncle nodded. They are also known to be coerced.

"A few days ago, a person with a mouth full of water Ruohan told us to get on the train today, capture you alive, and throw 10,000 yuan when we left, and return ......"

Before the man finished speaking, he saw a few policemen at the end of the carriage with bruised faces and batons in their hands rushing in, ordering Xuan Qing to shoot and let us squat on the ground.

A few of us squatted on the ground with our heads in our hands, and then took us to an office compartment, questioned us, and found out that we were not robbers, so they let us go.

Another day passed, the train roared across the Yangtze River, and several of us didn't bother to look out the window at the flowing river. I asked the fourth uncle: "Could the Shui Ruohan they are talking about be Shui Ruohan?"

The fourth uncle didn't answer, Xuan Qing sighed, and said to me: "I really can't think of the first person, except for him, there are few people in the world who can be counted so thoroughly! ”

"Why?" I asked Xuan Qing.

"Looking at the faces of those people, they must have been hit by a trick and injured by his strange secret power, and within half a month, their five internal organs will be broken!" Xuan Qing replied slowly.

I was secretly frightened, I didn't expect Shui Ruohan to be really not dead, I don't know how he escaped from the bottomless chasm, and I don't know how he will deal with a few of us.

Without the roar of the train, I looked back at Suzhou Station, the 'hazy' sunlight was shining overhead, there was no picture of the south of the Yangtze River, there were just a few women hawking, and a long way ahead.

We were sparsely located, we couldn't understand the local dialect, and we didn't know which hotel was cheaper, so we walked on the street with big bags and small wraps, watching the small bridge half-bend and the murmuring water.

A few of us took a bus and found a small hotel in a town near Taihu Lake to stay and rest for the night. I don't know what Li Yiheng said, but before we arrived at Taihu Lake, Shui Ruohan released a ruthless move, I have seen his methods, but I can't guess how he will deal with us.

"Passive!" the fourth uncle lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

"He can't do anything with us for the time being, although I haven't seen the person behind the scenes, but I can guess Shui Ruohan's thoughts!" Xuan Qing sat at the head of the bed and said to the fourth uncle.

"He understands that anyone who has delusions about the four spirits can't get together the four big things no matter what, the white tiger is still in Yiming's body, but he is still so obsessed with snatching the white tiger, why?" Xuan Qing asked rhetorically.

"I guess he was damned by God, and the devil was stunned!" the fourth uncle glanced at Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing shook his head: "No, the Japanese want the four spirits, but the purpose is diametrically opposed to Li Yiheng, Li Yiheng wants to live forever, they want to kill, however, they can't take it themselves, because they have greed in their hearts!"

"Could it be that Shui Ruohan has no greed? He clearly said that he wants to become an immortal and a god!" I asked Xuanqing.

Xuan Qing frowned, looked at the mottled ceiling, and said slowly: "That's why he will help the Japanese win the four spirits!"

"What do you say?" the fourth uncle asked him.

"He has no delusions about the four spirits, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to live forever, Li Yiheng said that Shui Ruohan wants to be 'evil-faced'. ”

I had heard Li Yiheng talk about that thing, but I had heard the word 'Prajna' before, so I hurriedly asked Xuan Qing: "What is that thing, and what does it have to do with him?"

Xuan Qing said with a smile: "The 'evil face of Prajna' was originally called 'Tseringpa', which means 'auspicious face' is a Tibetan sacred object, and when Songtsen Gampo married Wencheng, it was used as a dowry and dedicated to the King of Tang. But King Tang didn't care about the inconspicuous mask. ”

"Until the Dongying sent envoys to the Tang Dynasty to learn the culture of the Central Plains, before leaving, the Tang King threw the 'evil face Prajna' as scrap iron to the Dongying people, but the Dongying people regarded it as a treasure, and added the local evil arts, and became a murderous invisible evil thing. ”

The fourth uncle snorted his teeth and said to Xuan Qing: "Don't fucking bluff, the little devil really hasn't found any other advantages except for human frustration! What does this have to do with Shui Ruohan's desire to become an immortal?"

Xuan Qing pursed his lips and replied: "The Japanese only understand one of them, but they have not opened the method of Prajna, he has been promiscuous for decades, "Qimen Dunjia" has been practiced to the fire, if it is with the evil spirit of the evil face Prajna, it is difficult to think of demons!"

I was secretly frightened, I didn't expect Shui Ruohan to spend thirteen moves, and he didn't just want to win the four spirits, but the ultimate goal was obvious, that is-immortality.

I couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning, and took out the nirvana mound on my chest, which had turned white before I knew it! But I still remember what Li Yiheng said, as long as she is alive, no matter what she becomes.

The world makes people, like a grasshopper tied to a rope, trying to jump out of the circle, but the rope buckle is dragged and the thigh is broken, only to find that it can't jump out of the bottle.

I saw that Xuanqing and the fourth uncle were asleep, and I also felt sleepy, and looked at the wall clock on the wall, so that at midnight, I was about to close my eyes, but I heard a woman's cry for help from the street, I rubbed my eyes, got up and looked out the window.

Seeing that the street was empty, but the subtle cries came into my ears from time to time, I pushed the fourth uncle and Xuan Qing, and they turned over, and they didn't mean to wake up at all.

I heard the cry was extremely miserable, I must have met a hooligan, robbed the road, I didn't want to make extraneous branches, but at this moment, my brain was inexplicably congested, and Lei Feng possessed my body.

I took my coat, put on my shoes and walked out of the hotel, following the direction from which the sound came, I walked alone on the empty street, without street lights, looking at the gloomy houses on both sides of the street, and regretted that I had just come out rashly.

But his legs seemed to be pulled by the voice, and his mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't figure out the direction of the sound, but he didn't stop moving forward, as if he was fascinated.

Before I knew it, I had already walked out of the town, and a cool breeze blew, and I was smart, and suddenly I felt that something was wrong, and I hurriedly turned back, but I didn't know where I was.

I scolded my mother, and then I realized that I had walked into a misty cedar forest, and a full moon hung overhead, reflected in the oval pond in the middle of the forest, and there was a long-haired woman dressed in green by the pond, with her back to me, her head lying on a corpse, crying plaintively.

Between the convulsions of her body up and down, her long hair also swayed around, I don't know if he is a human or a ghost, but intuitively, she will definitely not be a ghost, but the possibility of being a human is extremely small.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, swallowed my saliva, strengthened my courage, and shouted: "Who are you? What's wrong?"

But as if she hadn't heard, she still lay on the man, sobbing incessantly, and the moonlight shone on his long scattered hair, and it became so sad.

I don't know where I am now, and I don't know how I got here, looking at her back, my heart is a little hairy, several times I want to follow the path looming in the forest to return, but every time I turn around, my scalp will be inexplicably numb, afraid that she will suddenly pounce.

I stared at her with round eyes, and my heart was crossed, and I loved to let her throw her into the pond and drown, which was better than being scared to death. While watching her undulating back, he slowly moved forward.

Look at the pond ripples, like a flawless ancient mirror, tirelessly reflecting the cold moonlight.

I walked behind her, I didn't know where I got the courage, I raised my hand and patted her on the shoulder, but the moment I withdrew my hand, he suddenly stopped crying, and there was no more eerie atmosphere around him, but a fear suddenly came to my heart.

Out of nowhere, a leaf floated from nowhere, and landed in the pond, making a strange ripple, and I looked at the corpse in front of him, as if he had just died, and although his face was pale, his joints were straight.