bookbashuk Chapter 32 The Chase in the Rainy Night
Chapter 32 The Chase in the Rainy Night
Fu Ze nodded.
"Well, as long as it doesn't affect us, let them do whatever they want."
The two said no more and closed their eyes to rest.
About fifteen minutes later.
The rain outside gradually subsided, but the wind grew stronger and stronger, howling like countless vengeful ghosts wailing.
Fu Ze suddenly opened his eyes.
His ears twitched slightly.
There's some noise.
Yu Mingzi also became alert and tightened his grip on the whisk.
The three guards surrounding the mysterious nobleman also changed their expressions at the same time.
The middle-aged boxer suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning as he looked towards the temple gate.
The old Taoist priest formed a hand seal, and spiritual energy quietly surged around him.
The young gunman's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling, murderous intent. His right hand had already reached for his waist, his fingers gripping the gun handle.
Even the usually composed and mysterious nobleman frowned slightly at this moment.
"They're here."
He said it softly.
His tone was calm, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Fu Ze felt a chill run down his spine.
next second.
"Bang!"
The already rotten wooden door of the dilapidated temple was kicked to pieces!
Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust billowed.
Two figures, each carrying a large black oilcloth umbrella, slowly walked into the temple.
The leader was a tall and burly man, well over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, like an iron tower. He was dressed in a black outfit, and a hideous scar ran across his face, from his brow to his chin, making him look terrifying.
His hands are the most striking feature.
Those hands were enormous, yet crystal clear and white; their ten fingers were slender, yet gave the impression that they could pierce through metal and stone.
Fu Ze's pupils contracted.
"Another master of internal energy! Does he practice Baguazhang?"
Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Palm) moves like a dragon, and its palm power can split stone tablets and shatter rocks.
Beside this Bagua master stood a short, elderly man.
He was barely over 1.5 meters tall, skin and bones, his face crisscrossed with wrinkles, like a dried-up corpse. But his eyes were a deep green, exuding a sinister and malevolent aura.
Most terrifyingly, he was followed by two zombies!
The two zombies were dressed in tattered official robes from the previous dynasty, their faces were bluish-black, their fangs were exposed, and their fingernails were three inches long, black and sharp. They hopped and skipped behind the short old man, and with each step, the ground trembled slightly and made a dull sound.
"Thump, thump, thump."
When Fu Ze saw the two zombies, his lips twitched violently, and he mentally cursed them.
"Zombies again? Am I somehow destined to be associated with these things?"
"We just finished fighting zombies yesterday, and they're back again today? Two of them, no less!"
The Bagua master's gaze swept around the dilapidated temple.
Finally, it landed on Mr. Liao, who grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Mr. Liao, how have you been?"
"You've really been a long way off for me."
"We chased him from Guangzhou to Guangxi, and then from Guangxi to this dilapidated temple."
"You're quite fast."
Fu Ze and Yu Mingzi then learned that this mysterious nobleman's surname was Liao.
Mr. Liao's expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly.
"Zhou Xie, how much money did your master give you? I'll pay three times that amount."
It turns out that this seemingly benevolent Baguazhang master of Huajin was named Zhou Xie.
"Let you go? Hahahaha!"
Zhou Xie burst into laughter, the sound so loud it shook the tiles on the dilapidated temple roof.
"Mr. Liao, do you think we're fools?"
"If we let you go, how are we two brothers supposed to face the world after this?"
"Besides, you'd have to be alive to spend that three times the amount of money."
He shook his head, then the smile on his face vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense."
"Mr. Liao, and your three guards, if you know what's good for you, surrender obediently."
"I promise I'll give you a quick death."
"What if they resist..."
Zhou Xie's gaze swept over the two zombies.
"Then let those two [white zombies] of the old ghost devour your flesh bit by bit."
"Not even a bone fragment was left."
The short, old man—whose name was Guidaozi—also gave a sinister laugh.
His laughter sounded like the hooting of an owl, harsh and unpleasant.
"Hehehe..."
"Mr. Liao, you are born with the destiny of a dragon. Even though you are currently trapped in shallow waters and your luck is low, you are still a person with dragon energy. If I feed you to my treasures, they will definitely be able to advance further and become [Flying Zombies] without a doubt! Just obediently accept your death."
The middle-aged boxer stepped forward and stood in front of Mr. Liao.
His blood and energy surged, his muscles and bones throbbed, and a deep roar, like that of a tiger or cheetah, emanated from his body.
It's as if a tiger and a leopard are hiding inside his body!
"If you want to touch Mr., you'll have to get past me first."
Zhou Xie smiled dismissively.
"Li Junfeng, right? When I first entered the realm of Transformation, you were still stuck at the peak of Ming Jin, not yet at An Jin. Although you have also reached the Transformation level now, you should know that there are different Transformation levels."
"Master Li once gave me some pointers. Since you're his cousin, I'll spare your life if you get out of here right now. How about it?"
It turns out that the impatient middle-aged boxer was named Li Junfeng.
Li Junfeng smiled dismissively upon hearing this.
"If my uncle were alive today, he would deeply regret ever giving you advice. It would be a stain on his life."
Zhou Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes radiating a dangerous light, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.
His voice was icy.
"Fine, since you've brought this upon yourself, when you go to the underworld and complain to Master Li, you won't be able to say anything against me."
The short, ghostly Daozi chuckled coldly.
"These two white zombies of mine have just eaten the entire population of this town, so we're quite full. We're just about to stretch our legs and digest our food."
His words were chilling.
They ate up the entire town!
The old Taoist priest merely stared coldly and hostilely, then produced a yellow talisman in his hand. Spiritual energy surged, and the talisman moved on its own without wind, rustling softly.
The young gunman didn't say anything, but held a pistol in each hand, the muzzles of which were steadily pointed at Zhou Xie and Gui Daozi's heads.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
A murderous aura permeated the air, and the temperature inside the dilapidated temple seemed to drop several degrees.
Fu Ze and Yu Mingzi sat in the corner, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Yu Mingzi lowered his voice.
"Young friend Fu, what should we do?"
Fu Ze rolled his eyes.
"What else can we do?"
"The doors are blocked; there's no way to escape."
He stood up, dusted himself off, and strode between the two sides.
"The two of you."
Fu Ze looked at Zhou Xie and Gui Daozi and cupped his hands in greeting.
"My master and I were just passing by and taking shelter from the rain."
"Your grudges have nothing to do with us."
"If you're going to start fighting, could you at least take it easy and not disturb our sleep? Or, could you lend us your umbrella so we can leave first?"
Zhou Xie's gaze fell on Fu Ze, and he looked him up and down.
Then he laughed.
"Kid, you think you can just leave like that?"
"Do you think this is an inn, where you can come and go as you please?"
"Since you're already here, then set off with Mr. Liao and the others. In the underworld, you'll have company."
"I can't blame anything else, it's just that you're unlucky."