In the Beginning of Summer the following year, there was a night vigil under the stars, the chirping of cicadas among the flowers, the hot breeze floating in Beichun City, and the street lamps dappledly illuminating the melting asphalt road.
Three special police vehicles rushed past and stopped in front of the solemn Martyrs Hall next to the Glory Yard.
As soon as the car came to a stop, a team of SWAT officers quickly advanced inward in two rows with guns drawn.
The door has been opened.
Under the gilded "Martyrs Hall" there is Lu Xun's inscription "The majesty will last forever" and the couplet "The pioneer martyrs will live forever".
I just don't know what happened here to cause so many special police to mobilize and come armed in a tense atmosphere.
The special police officers rushed into the memorial hall of the hall.
The alarm was still dazzlingly red, but it no longer sounded.
The torch lights on both sides were turned on, illuminating the blue and white marble martyrs' monuments and the martyrs' remains displayed in the back hall.
The guard guarding the Martyrs Hall was so frightened that his legs became weak and he slumped on the ground.
The SWAT team leader gave him some wine to calm down his shock and asked, "What's going on?"
"Someone is alive."
Those four words made everyone's hair stand on end, and they immediately thought of those terrifying zombie puppets.
The SWAT captain frowned slightly and walked inside with the two police officers.
Sure enough, one of the coffins on display for the martyrs lined up was empty.
There is an annotation on the label: Martyr Cui Xiaoman, who sealed the gate of hell and died in XX to safeguard world peace.
The SWAT captain turned around and asked: "What did he look like when he was resurrected?
Did he transform into a corpse?"
The guard shook his head: "No, his appearance is intact, his complexion is rosy, and he is just like a normal person.
He entered the museum last winter, and his body has been in a spontaneous freezing state, so there is no need to add preservatives and there is no sign of decay. .
I woke up when I heard the noise and saw him climbing out of the coffin and saying, " "say what" "He said he was very hungry and wanted to find something to eat.
I thought he was going to eat people, so I was too scared to get close."
The SWAT captain was thoughtful and murmured: "Dead for half a year and then resurrected overnight.
Do you believe this?"
"Captain, Cui Xiaoman is an extraordinary Taoist priest.
Ghosts were rampant last year.
Demons caused trouble.
If he hadn't used Taoism to summon Bai Xianhua to seal the gate of hell, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
"That was his achievement during his lifetime.
Now he is dead, and then resurrected and turned into a monster.
If he were an ordinary person, it would not be so troublesome, but his ability poses a huge threat to the world.
This will cause social unrest, Do you understand?"
"clear."
"If you understand, act quickly.
Search the whole city, and it's best to kill him directly."
"Yes.
Captain."
The SWAT team immediately left the Martyrs Hall and went to the police station to adjust the video surveillance.
It's just strange that Cui Xiaoman is not in the street video outside the Martyrs Hall, so it can only be searched by human flesh.
The number of police cars increased from three to six, and then to twelve, running around all night, causing residents near the road to curse.
However, even if they searched Beichun City, they couldn't find me.
I climbed out of the coffin.
I had mixed feelings, but the strongest thought was that I would never do such stupid things again.
Every time I hear girls who come to pay homage to my body stop in front of my coffin, sigh and shed tears: "Hey, it's such a shame that such a handsome man died like this."
I deeply regret my "death".
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How many girls have been heartbroken.
Fortunately, I didn't really die.
Just when I was pushed to the gate of hell by the big snake, at the moment when everyone was watching, the Evil Lord suddenly appeared and gave me a heart-piercing palm.
I was destined to die, but I have the heart-protecting mirror of the leader of Wuji Taoist Temple.
Although the Evil Lord penetrated my chest, he still did not take my life.
And the reason why I became like this.
Just because of summoning the White Xianhua and sealing the gate of hell, all the essence, spiritual energy, and mana were exhausted, and he entered a long-term dormant and weak state, as if he was dead.
This Baixian flower is no ordinary flower.
With my Taoist power, if I summon it once, I will have to sleep for at least ten years.
As for why I woke up early after only half a year.
I really don't know this.
However, it is really infuriating to say it.
When I was sleeping, Xue Ying and Xue Cilan only came to see me once.
Zheng Jiang, who was only five hours away from Beichun City, didn't even come to see me.
It was so sad.
Dad and Liu Yan only came here twice.
They came to take a look and left without even a bouquet of flowers.
It was so sad.
Captain Ke, Teacher Cang, Zhang Feng and other heartless people never came even once.
The only thing that moved me was that Xiao Sang and Murong Qianqian came every month.
Murong Qianqian said, if I hadn't sacrificed my life to seal the gate of hell and rescued her from the first level of hell, she would have died.
She cries every time she comes.
She cries so much that I can't stand it anymore.
I wish I could wake up right away and comfort her.
In short, those sleeping days were really so lonely that I almost went crazy.
Occasionally seeing a familiar face would make me feel warmer.
But that was only a very small amount of time after all.
In addition to my relatives and friends, there is an endless stream of visitors to the Martyrs Hall every day, and the sentence I hear the most is: “Excuse me, where is the bathroom?”
"Go out and go left, behind the pine tree."
Every time I hear this conversation, I feel very irritable because I can only lie still and cannot go.
Fortunately, on a hot and windy night, I finally woke up and crawled out of the cold coffin.
Since I was placed in the coffin exactly as I was after my death, I was still wearing a thick winter sweater and windbreaker.
It was naturally hot and sweating profusely when I came out at this time.
Fortunately, I still remembered the conversation I heard most, so I went out, walked left, and went behind the pine tree.
I took off my windbreaker, sweater, and woolen pants and stuffed them into the trash can for a good wash.
I haven't washed my face in half a year.
Even if I don't smoke others to death when I go out, I can't bear it.
I washed for a while, then took care of my personal hygiene, and then I came out fresh and fresh.
As soon as I left the bathroom, I saw police cars parked outside, and the special police officers were carrying guns, as if they were in imminent danger.
As a smart person like me, why can’t I see what they are doing?
I felt angry for no reason: Damn it, the great hero who maintains world peace has been resurrected, and instead of holding a celebration banquet, you actually used swords and guns to deal with these ungrateful white-eyed wolves.
But then I thought about it, for a person who has died once, if he can survive, any unfair treatment will not matter.
These police, robbers and gangsters love to catch me.
Anyway, with their little ability, they can’t even catch a hair on my head.
So I jumped over the wall from the backyard, stole a bicycle on the side of the road, and slipped out on the dim sidewalk under the starlight.
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The money on him, the master key and the Feng Shui order were all intact.
Unfortunately, the phone card was deactivated and the protective mirror was broken.
There was no one around at night, so I randomly found a movie theater and slipped in, eating, drinking, and watching movies.
This kind of free and easy life was really comfortable.
But can the couple in front be a little more restrained?
Although the cinema is relatively dark, you are making such a big noise and everyone is not deaf.
Hey, I wonder how Xue Ying and Xue Cilan are doing now.
They don't even come to see me, but I still think about them, which is really mean.
I took a big bite of the big sweet potato. aa2705221: