Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 146 Marshal Ma's Redemption

"Chase!"

Commander Ma, carrying the Martial King Whip, darted out.

This speed doesn't seem like that of a fifty-year-old.

Following the passageway, we passed several more rooms along the way.

As I passed one of the rooms, I glanced inside through the small window above the iron gate, and in that one glance, I froze.

The interior was simply furnished with two iron beds and a large boiler shaped like an iron can.

I know exactly what this is.

This is an incinerator, an old-fashioned incinerator.

My grandfather treated those people from the underworld, but he couldn't cure them every time. Some people came to him already on their deathbeds, so it was just a last resort.

After they died, my grandfather's suggestion was simple: cremate them immediately.

The reason is simple: they have a much higher chance of becoming ghosts after death than normal people, so cremation is the best way to deal with it.

Many times, I accompanied my grandfather to the crematorium to take the bodies to be cremated.

Back then, the crematorium used these old-fashioned crematoriums that were like large boilers.

After pausing for a moment, I looked away and followed the bodyguards ahead, continuing our pursuit inside.

After passing through several rooms, the human-faced rat darted into a storeroom.

When I came in, I was stunned.

The warehouse was about 100 square meters, filled with various military supply crates. The human-faced rat sat on one of the crates, smiling at us.

After we all came in, it picked up a small melon-shaped grenade, gestured towards us, and said, "It's over. Everything is about to end!"

"You can speak human language?" Ma Shuai asked in surprise.

"I am Captain Uesugi, commander of the 162nd Detachment of the Great Fusang Empire. It's a pity I won't live to see Fusang regain its former glory!"

The human-faced rat shook its head as it spoke, its rat-like face filled with nostalgia for the past.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You still want to regain your former glory? Keep dreaming!" Fatty Lin cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I am the Great Fusang Empire..." The human-faced rat suddenly became enraged, standing up while clutching a grenade.

"You son of a bitch! You've been surrendering for over half a century, and now your America's father is shitting on your necks, and you call that glory? Shit glory!" Fatty Lin continued cursing.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

The man with the human face pointed at Fatty Lin and shouted excitedly.

"Fuck you!"

Fatty Lin scoffed and continued his tirade: "Do you know what young people my age are called in your country? Heisei-era 'losers'!"

"You young people of your generation are all useless, and you call that glory?"

"If you expect them to regain their glory, go to hell and regain it!"

"Shut up! Shut up! You're all going to die!"

The human-faced rat bared its teeth and, in its extreme excitement, reached out a claw to pull the grenade in its other claw. But as soon as it touched the pin, it froze, and a spurt of blood shot out from its chest.

It was startled and looked down at its heart.

puff!

Another muffled thud, and a second spurt of blood.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but before it could say anything, it collapsed and fell silent.

Seeing this, Linzi rushed forward and took the grenade from its hand.

Just as Lin Zi breathed a sigh of relief after removing the grenade, a dark shadow burst out from the human-faced rat's body and crashed into him.

"Um!"

Lin Zi grunted, and a beam of red light burst from his chest, striking the dark figure directly.

The dark figure let out a scream, was knocked back a few steps, and then lunged forward into the woods.

"Imperial Edict!"

Fatty Lin's eyes widened, and with a flick of his wrist, a talisman shot out, striking the dark figure and exploding into a burst of fire.

"what!"

The shadowy figure howled and tried to shrink back into the human-faced rat's body, but was bounced out. When it tried to escape again, Fatty Lin arrived, waving his hand holding the talisman downwards, which struck the shadowy figure.

After being struck repeatedly, the dark figure vanished completely with a soft "poof" as the talisman was unleashed.

"Fatty?"

I followed suit and arrived as well.

"It's alright, we scattered them, he got off easy!"

Fatty Lin snorted and exhaled.

"Linzi, are you alright?" I turned to look at Linzi.

"fine!"

Lin Zi shook his head, pulled down the zipper, and the peach wood sword hanging on his chest broke, and the talisman turned black.

"It's good that you're alright!"

I turned to look at the corpse of the human-faced rat.

"I'll do it!"

Long Nier also came over.

"Ni'er, why do you look so pale?"

When I turned around, I realized that Long Nier's face was as white as paper.

"fine!"

Long Nier forced a smile, squatted down and placed her hand on the human-faced rat's chest. A white worm crawled out from inside, slowly climbing up Long Nier's hand, and finally crawling into Long Nier's nostril.

Long Nier showed a pained expression and groaned softly, but her complexion gradually improved and returned to its previous rosy hue.

"Okay, it's alright now!"

After a moment, Long Nier smiled.

"Are you really alright?" I asked softly.

"It's really alright!" Long Nier nodded.

I gripped Long Nier's hand tightly and said nothing more. I guessed what that insect was; it was Long Nier's natal Gu.

I know a little about Gu, but not much. Even so, I know what my natal Gu means to Long Nier!

One glory and one glory.

If her natal Gu is damaged, Long Nier will also be injured.

"Don't do that again!"

I was a little slow to realize it, and my heart was pounding.

Fatty Lin was just arguing with the human-faced rat to buy time for Long Nier to unleash her natal Gu.

"Um!"

Long Nier nodded and squatted down to examine the corpse of the human-faced rat.

"key!"

After fumbling around for a bit, she pulled out a bunch of keys.

"This ruin has always been controlled by this human-faced rat!"

Ma Shuai came over carrying a whip, his voice was a little off, not only hoarse but also lacking in intonation, his Mandarin became very standard.

He reached for the keys and said, "Let's go, it's time to let them out!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

"The old immortal has possessed me!"

"Lin the Fat Man said in a low voice."

"Um!"

I nodded and followed behind Ma Shuai, wanting to see what he was going to do!

After leaving the storeroom, Ma Shuai went straight to the three cells from before, took the key, and opened the cell.

"Let's go home!"

After opening the cell, Ma Shuai swung the Martial King Whip three times into the air, producing three crisp sounds.

With this voice, the more than one hundred people who had appeared numb before reappeared.

Supporting each other, they walked cautiously out of the cell, a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

After they came out, their faces gradually regained their vitality.

An ordinary citizen looked at Marshal Ma, bowed his head, and gave a deep bow.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

After all the people bowed, Ma Shuai's expression improved significantly.

"Let's go, let's continue!"

Watching the departing figures of the common people, Ma Shuai sighed and turned to walk inside.