Fantasy World Transmigration: God Ghost Daming 12
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the morning stars on Phoenix Mountain flickered, and the full moon hung high. It was a pair of good weather. The path between the mountains was all over the hill, with weeds with dewdrops. Wetting Wang Chen's shoes, Wang Chen carried a green cloth wrapped in small pieces like square cakes wrapped in wrapping paper from Suzhou's most famous Jinji pastry shop-colloidal explosives.
This makes Wang Chen look like a scholar with a snack on the mountain, if he ignores his short hair.
The finished product of colloidal explosives is in the form of a light yellow powder. When nitroglycerin is adjusted, it can be shaped like a flour to form a mud. Although it looks like a pastry, it still smells of a light chemical raw material. Wang Chen covered these 'True Thunders' with icing sugar, and even added a bit of rich spices to cover up.
Wang Chen is very sorry. If you give him more time to wait for him to pour the cream out, it is more convenient to cover up the Western-style pastries. Now it looks really delicious. It ’s Jinji ’s. New products, in this small city with less developed traffic, no one should doubt it.
The teacher's palace copied the path and followed Wang Chen.
Today, what is to be done is the business of destroying the door, but Wang Chen does not consider being cautious. He is born with a face. Although his short hair is a bit eye-catching, the Taoist temple is not a government office, and he will not be cross-examined. People, walking on the mountain road in this early morning night, although weird, but compared to the conspicuous goal of the teacher's palace, it can't make a big mistake.
After all, the Taoist priests in the Shangqing Palace have never seen Wang Chen. If they can recognize Wang Chen, then they have seen the ghost!
The gun in his arms prodded Wang Chen ’s waist and abdomen, but gave him a strange sense of security. Wang Chen remembered the last memory before crossing, blood and fire, the cry of a woman, the cry of a man There is also the sound of smashing and shattering glass. Those familiar people lie in the pool of blood and let the increasingly hot sunlight bake.
There are also those who can eat human bodies.
He still clearly remembers that he brandished his iron rod and hit the head of a corpse with throat bones exposed to the air, the strange touch, when he was bitten by a mad rat He hurt his shin, it seems that he was infected with some virus, his head became more and more dizzy, and his body began to heat up, but he could not heal himself.
After leaving the community, without the protection of the surrounding wall, we must face the animals and dead bodies on the street as soon as possible.
The survivors concentrated on a remote place in the community, and organized temporarily to wait for the government ’s rescue. The gunshots continued to sound in the distance, making them fearful, and also brought a trace of solace, originally Wang Chen Such injured people should receive care and treatment in the rear. The survivors collected the medicines that their own and neighbors had at home. A doctor made a rear emergency room, but when the disaster broke out, it was time to go to work. Among the survivors of the community, old and young, there are too few men in their prime.
Wang Chen had to join the rioting pet dogs and corpses in the cleaning community, at least to block the community gate and create a second line of defense.
Wang Chen did n’t know the cause of the disaster. He only heard that in addition to their city, other parts of the country, under the control of the government, there was no huge chaos, nor did he hear that animals could be violent and the dead could be resurrected. The news of the plague, like the zombie virus in science fiction works, is also the reason why survivors are confident to stick to the government rescue. They have been reminded in the radio that when they return home, the survivors establish an organization and unite to wait for rescue.
"Maybe everything originated from the meteor shower that spread all over the world on the evening of December 21!"
The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle. I heard that it was an ice-based meteorite. After the disintegration in the atmosphere, some fragments were scattered. One of them fell into the sea near Wang Chen ’s city. This is still the king. Chen listened to his friends knowing when chatting in the group. Some people joked that they were going to be meteorite hunters, looking for tens of thousands of precious meteorites, but someone immediately refuted that the ice-based meteorite was in a hurry, even if it was not burned out. It should melt into the sea.
That night, the sky was red as blood.
Wang Chen ’s thoughts were a bit far away, but when the Shangqing Palace Appeared in his sight, he was still a little distracted, squeezing the hardwood stick on his right hand, a heavy feel, some like the iron rod of the day, This thing, which looks like a crutches supported by the scholar's mountaineering association, is the third largest weapon in Wang Chen's hands. He carefully wraps the head of the rod with a circle of iron. He hopes that when he swings, the center of gravity can be more handy.
Wang Chen waited patiently for a while in the forest outside the Palace of the Shangqing Palace. Until the morning bell sounded, he did not touch the left side of the Taoist gate. The Taoist temple was built according to the mountain. The layout told him very clearly, and Wang Chen also easily touched a place where the teacher's palace said it was better to climb the high wall by the mountain. He climbed the tree awkwardly and turned over the wall.
The Shangqing Palace is built on the mountain. More than a dozen patios and winding corridors vary in height according to the terrain, but the Shanmen, Sanqing Hall, and Huangdi Hall are always built on the central axis. From low to high, the drop is even three or four stories high.
First, go to the Fireworks Institute!
The Huo Taoist priests need to be on fire before they can go to the Sanqing Hall of the Main Hall to participate in the morning class. When presiding over the morning class, they should always drink tea and hot water! Wash and clean! Outside disciples and ordinary Taoists can use cold water to deal with it, but the three true Taoists must always bring hot water!
So, the Fireworks Institute is the morning school of Taoist Temple every day, and the first one is busy. At this time, the hot water for washing should have been sent out, and the water of the early class is being burned.
The priests were very quiet. The three priests in the Fireworks Institute were busy adding water and fired water, but they were in order and did not make a sound. Do n’t look at the lean priests in the Fireworks Institute. The arms are full of muscles. With dozens of pounds of heavy water bottles running around, everyone can practice a tendon, and the teacher's palace also confesses that if they can't kill people, don't kill those firework priests.
After all, there is an incense burner--Jiugong Patriarch was also a firework priest in the Shangqing Palace in the past.
It can be seen that this firework priest, firework monk's work, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! I am afraid that after the Tibetan Classics Pavilion, the librarian! After all, Daomen's ancestors, Laozi and Taishang Laojun were also the administrators of the Zhou Dynasty National Library.
Wang Chen lifted the heavy iron bag and waited quietly at the corner of a corridor beside the firework institute. When a firework priest carrying a large hot water kettle came out of it, he hurried down Going, he went around the back of the house, put a heavy stick on the back of the neck and smashed it down. The Taoist even brought the teapot down under the steps.
He seemed to be scalded with hot water and twitched twice before fainting.
Wang Chen flashed from the side, holding the unconscious Taoist and throwing it in a compartment not far away. He hesitated, and finally did not cut off the neck of the poor Taoist.
Most of the hot water in the iron kettle was spilled, but Wang Chen still lifted it up and walked straight into the Fireworks Institute. The two Taoists were still busy boiling water. The Master Palace was already behind now. . Wang Chen gave him a glance, and he went straight into the courtyard. The two Taoists heard the movement and looked up in surprise. They saw a strange scholar. Someone stood up and asked, "Where do you come from?" Come in? "
Wang Chen fake fake fist: "The next scholar is passing by, because I love the scenery of Phoenix Mountain, I just asked the abbot to stay with me for a day."
"That's going to ..." What the head firework priest has to say, Wang Chen has approached him. The division palace has been touched from behind when Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two. On the posterior carotid artery of a Taoist prince, Wang Chen pretended to be shocked, pointing behind the Taoist priest, and when he turned to look at it, the heavy stick had already hit his head.
The teacher ’s palace touched it silently. He chose a Taoist priest similar to his body and began to pick up clothes.
Wang Chen turned to tie the three pyrotechnics priests with the cowhide rope brought by the master palace, and stuffed a mouthball with a sleeve in his mouth. This is also brought by him, but Wang Chen knew, For stuffing rags or something, you can still use your tongue to push it out, or it is better to use the ball. So I made a few and used it on the three firework priests.
As for the people behind, Wang Chen is not prepared to be so troublesome to let them survive.
The teacher ’s palace squeezed a few times on his face with flour-like batter. There are still a lot of flaws when viewed from close range. Myopia, at first glance, can't see any flaws.