The basin in Xu Defu's hand fell to the ground with a "snap" sound, and Wang Jian sat up from the bed suddenly.
"What do you mean someone was bitten to death?"
Wang Jian said calmly.
The old lady who rushed in was Xu Defu's wife.
Her face was full of fear, her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and she cried in a crying voice: "Xu, Xu Wanglin was bitten to death."
"You saw it," Xu Defu trembled.
The old lady nodded: "The body was torn in half and hung on the toon tree at the entrance of the village.
The stomach was cut open and the intestines were scattered all over the floor."
"I'll go take a look first," Wang Jian said and disappeared into the room.
Suddenly, Xu Defu and his wife were startled again.
Their eyes widened.
After looking at each other, Xu Defu murmured: "Master, this Taoist priest is really a master."
The entrance to Li'an Village was now surrounded by villagers.
Everyone looked frightened and talked to each other in low voices.
At this time, someone said: "The Taoist priest is here."
For a moment, the onlookers turned their heads to look at Wang Jian, and then moved out of the way.
Wang Jian walked to the camphor tree and looked up at the tree with squinted eyes.
The moment he saw the corpse, Wang Jian frowned and a light flashed in his eyes.
The corpse was torn into two halves at the neck and hung on the branches.
The intestines were taken out and thrown under the tree.
The ground was stained dark red with blood.
Strangely, the head of the corpse was missing.
"Who is this dead person?"
Wang Jian turned around and asked.
An old man with gray hair replied: "This is Xu Xiaofan's father."
Who is Xu Xiaofan's father?
In an instant, a light flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, and his thoughts returned to two days ago involuntarily.
Two days ago, in Li'an Village, in the yard of village chief Xu Defu's home.
At this time, the yard was crowded with villagers from Li'an Village, most of them old men and women.
Six monks and Taoist-looking people were sitting on a bench in the middle of the courtyard, and of course Wang Jian was among them.
Xu Defu pointed at Wang Jian and the other six and said to the onlookers: "These eminent monks and Taoist priests have come to our Li'an Village to help us deal with zombies.
Everyone is welcome."
As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers clapped their hands one by one.
A hint of joking flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, he looked at the Taoist monk sitting next to him, and said: "A bunch of charlatans."
He deliberately spoke a little loudly, just to let the five monks and Taoist monks hear.
A one-eyed monk sitting on the left side of Wang Jian suddenly stood up and pointed at Wang Jian and said, "You have the guts to say what you just said again."
After saying that, the other four monks and Taoists also stood up and stared at Wang Jian closely. , one of the Taoist priests took out a talisman directly from his arms, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
For a moment, excitement flashed across the faces of the villagers who were watching, and they were all ready to watch the fun.
Xu Defu stepped forward and said: "Eminent monks, what are you doing?"
"This kid is so rude, he is really looking for a beating," the one-eyed monk pointed at Wang Jianda.
Wang Jian reached out and touched the fake beard on his mouth, and sneered: "What are you capable of?"
"Why do you want to compete with me?"
the one-eyed monk said sternly.
"No, no, no."
Wang Jian stretched out his middle finger and waved: "All five of you, come together."
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As soon as he finished speaking, the five monks and Taoists looked at each other, then grinned.
"Hahaha, this kid really won't shed tears until he sees the coffin," said a Taoist priest in black.
"Let's let him have a taste of our power."
"Boy, but what you said is that you want to die, so don't blame us for bullying you because there are so many people."
The one-eyed monk said and rushed towards Wang Jian.
In an instant, Xu Defu's expression changed and he shouted: "Stop it, everyone, please stop it."
The surrounding villagers looked at Wang Jian with pity in their eyes.
Before the one-eyed monk's hand could touch Wang Jian, Wang Jian had already raised his foot and kicked him in the face.
The one-eyed monk only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then his body flew up, and severe pain spread throughout his body.
With a "plop", the one-eyed monk fell to the ground.
His jaw was bloody and bloody, and his two front teeth flew up.
He clutched his chest and rolled on the ground in pain.
When the remaining two Taoist priests and monks saw this scene, their expressions instantly changed.
The four of them stood up involuntarily and stepped back.
"I am a descendant of Maoshan.
You charlatans, please don't disgust me.
You are lucky today.
I don't want to be cruel."
After saying that, Wang Jian stretched out his hand and hooked it, and a ball of golden flame emerged from his fingertips: "If you don't see it, this is Taoism.
What do you think it is?"
"Yes, yes."
The four monks and Taoists knelt down and kowtowed one by one.
"Get out of here in three seconds."
Wang Jian said coldly: "Three" before he could count the words, the four Taoist monks in the courtyard turned around and rushed outside.
The one-eyed monk could only hold his chest and staggered because of the pain.
Walk towards the door.
The villagers in the yard all looked at Wang Jian blankly at this time.
It was not Wang Jian's violent beating of the one-eyed monk that shocked them, but the words about the descendant of Maoshan in Wang Jian's mouth and the flames coming out of his fingertips.
Xu Defu's face was full of surprise and he said excitedly: "Taoist Priest, I don't know the Taoist Priest's name."
Wang Jian was startled and said: "Just call me Taoist Master.
I am the 18th generation direct disciple of Maoshan.
You can also call me 008." "008" A trace of confusion flashed across Xu Defu's face: "I'd better call you Taoist Priest."
Wang Jian sat back on the chair again, crossed his legs and said, "Tell me, what's going on with zombies?"
Xu Defu nodded: "I wonder if Taoist Master has ever heard of playing with corpses?"
Wang Jian clicked his tongue and said, "I haven't heard of it.
Just go straight to the point.
There's no point in going round and round."
Xu Defu continued: "Just a week ago, a four-year-old child in our village died inexplicably at home.
The child's name was Xu Xiaofan.
The police station in the town did not find out the reason.
They concluded that the cause of death was unknown. , excluding homicide.
Xu Xiaofan’s mother died when he was two years old, and he had only one father, but his father went crazy because of the child’s death, and it was us villagers who paid for the child to be buried.”
"Don't you send dead people to the crematorium?"
Wang Jian was speechless.
"You said the transportation is not convenient.
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Not to mention the fare, there are other expenses.
Besides, wouldn't it be the same if we just bury the person?"
Xu Defu said.
"Then the kid turned into a zombie."
Xu Defu sighed: "No one thought that Xu Xiaofan's death fulfilled the taboo of playing with corpses, so he turned into a zombie, and his soul seemed to turn into a ghost."
"By the way, what exactly are you talking about playing with corpses?"
Wang Jian asked doubtfully
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