二叔在电话里说,他无法核实这封信的真实性,但告诉我不要惊慌.如果这具女尸能把信交给他,那么她也可以很容易地找到这家店.
黄九又在偷听了.在得知女尸已经进入城市后,他的双眼开始发出绿色的光芒——就像是他的妻子来了,而不是我的.当然,如果他自己的妻子来镇上,他的小腿早就开始玩三仙了.
回想二叔的话,我意识到他的观点是有道理的.尽管如此,为了避免在我外出时错过女尸,我去了一家印刷店,打印了我的电话号码,并将其贴在商店门上.
做完这些之后,我充满了期待和想象力.我想知道她现在是什么样子.她还会让我检查她的心跳吗?
我的思绪徘徊了一会儿,然后我让自己冷静下来,摇下了金属百叶窗.我清理了店面落地窗上的所有杂物.为了防止任何东西挡住倒车镜的光线,我彻底清洁了玻璃.
一切准备就绪后,我走到最北端的角落,拿出一个护身符,用我的灵气点燃,然后扔进一碗朱砂里——释放出封印在里面的邪恶能量.
不一会儿,一股暗红色的雾气从燃烧的符箓中流出,聚集在红布下的八卦镜上.只有当所有的能量都被吸收后,我才专注于外面的景色.
当太阳被乌云遮住,街道突然暗淡时,我突然从镜子上扯下了红布.一束红光瞬间射出,穿透了街对面一栋二层建筑的玻璃.刹那间,那股积累了两天的邪恶能量就爆发了出来.
八卦镜子啪的一声啪啪作响,暗红色的血液从破碎的表面渗出.
"该死!"黄九倒抽一口气,"那把人杀了!
一面哭泣,血迹斑斑的镜子确实是死亡的标志.设下陷阱的人经不起这场反击——得是孙超.但俗话说:如果你无法忍受被抓住,就不要伸手.如果他陷害了我,他就必须承担后果.
当涉及到想让我死的人时,我不会因为杀了他们而感到内疚.不过,这只是猜测——没有亲眼目睹,没有什么是确定的.
破碎的八卦镜子让我感到痛苦.它已有一百多年的历史.逆转后,我赶紧收拾烂摊子,将五皇币放入剩余的朱砂中,以去除残留的邪恶能量——它们仍然可以重复使用.
收拾好所有东西后,我打开了百叶窗,恢复了正常的营业时间.我知道新娘可能会出现,所以我花了一下午的时间在一家电子产品市场购物.投下了 20 多英镑,填满了房子里缺少的一切.甚至在卧室里为她添加了一个漂亮的梳妆镜.
当黄九看到所有的首饰盒时,他提醒我到时候要替他说话.当然,他指的是"放屁事件".我点头表示同意.
在家里大惊小怪,在楼下快速吃了晚饭之后,天空已经变暗了.由于新娘不完全是人类,她晚上到达的几率很高.我把黄九背在背上,向店里等着.
一上街,我就有一种不好的预感.我们的街道并不熙熙攘攘,但通常人流量很大,还有一些小吃摊.然而,今晚却出奇地安静.没有一个街头小贩.甚至两边的商店都关门了.
街道上空无一人,秋天的寒冷变得明显.微风吹拂,落叶沙沙作响.我本能地把外套拉得更紧了.
黄九趴在我的肩膀上,露出一排歪歪扭扭的牙齿,喃喃道:"不管你做什么,都别卖零食——星期天晚上,街上一个人都别卖.
他的话让我大吃一惊.我加快了脚步,向商店跑去.
但就在我走到离门口不到十步的地方时,我周围的灯光都被黑暗吞噬了.一团浓浓的黑雾笼罩着我和黄九.
Still, we were in the city. Huang Jiu didn't panic.
He opened his mouth and said, "Damn, is this God farting? This smoke is thick."
I ignored his nonsense.
Spotting a shadow approaching through the fog, I grabbed Huang Jiu and flung him toward it—better he scout it out first.
As he flew off, I half-joked to myself—maybe the female corpse had been delivered from the mountains.
But then came Huang Jiu's scream, and he shot back like a cannonball.
I caught him mid-air and placed him back on my shoulder.
Still shaken, he stammered, "What the hell—why is there a zombie in the city!?"
"Hmph!"
A cold snort echoed to my left.
The black mist parted to reveal Liu Changxuan's furious face.
Next to him was He Xiaolong, eyes full of mocking glee, like he was watching a turtle trapped in a jar.
Liu Changxuan held a Soul-Summoning Bell, his gaze murderous.
"You little bastard—tonight is your last night alive."
Judging from his tone, Sun Chao was likely dead.
In the darkness, Huang Jiu's eyes glowed like lanterns, his demon aura extending over me.
While his physical strength is limited, his demon arts are more effective than Daoist techniques against living people.
Both Laoshan and Maoshan have traditions of controlling zombies.
The zombie in the mist must be one of the infamous zombie fighters.
I don't know much about zombie fighters, but a zombie is a zombie—more or less the same.
I slowly drew the Blood Thorn blade while remotely unlocking the shop's shutter with the remote.
The lights inside were left on, just in case the female corpse came looking for me.
The light spilled out and scattered part of the fog.
Seizing the moment while Liu Changxuan and He Xiaolong were distracted, I bolted toward the shop.
Liu Changxuan shook the Soul-Summoning Bell, and the zombie instantly teleported to block my path.
I had some experience from fighting zombies in the Ghost Building, so I held my breath the moment I got close.
But the zombie swept both arms out with a powerful gust—didn't miss at all, even without sensing my breath.
I immediately realized: Liu Changxuan was controlling the zombie—serving as its eyes. Holding my breath was useless.
As the zombie's armored limbs came sweeping in, I dropped to one knee, using my momentum to slide past.
While passing by, I stabbed its knee with the Blood Thorn.
With its sharpness, the blade should've sliced through zombie flesh like tofu.
But instead, it slid off the zombie's leg, throwing off a shower of sparks.
I glanced back—beneath the torn trousers was a glint of metal.
Liu Changxuan had armored the zombie.
Huang Jiu roared, "Liu Changxuan, you despicable old bastard—no honor at all! Hope your son is born without an asshole!"
I couldn't afford to fight.
Jumping up, I sprinted the remaining few meters and dashed into the shop.
The zombie was right on my heels.
Without a second thought, I slammed my palms together, raised my index and middle fingers to my forehead, and dropped to my knees, shouting:
"By the power of the household gods—protect this home!"