Chapter 9 The First Murder

Why do you feel hot?

Mr. Wang looked down and saw a copper coin sword on Wu Xian's waist.

This copper coin sword emitted a yellow light, and the scorching temperature singed his pale skin, but his frozen flesh and blood had long lost consciousness, so he did not notice it until Wu Xian reminded him.

"what!"

Mr. Wang screamed, quickly let go of Wu Xian, and stepped back a distance.

This subconscious action restored Wu Xian's ability to move.

He gave a sinister smile, turned around, drew out his copper coin sword, and stabbed the panicked Mr. Wang twice in the chest!

The short sword woven with copper coin red thread had difficulty even in cutting tofu, but it pierced Mr. Wang's body effortlessly, just like a hot knife piercing lard, making a hissing sound and a burnt smell.

"No, wait, let's discuss it..."

Mr. Wang looked at his chest in horror. The two wounds were emitting red light. His flesh and blood were like ice and snow melted by the high temperature, gradually turning into a pool of indescribable filth.

This evil spirit that cursed Wu Xian and exuded an icy aura, and was able to survive even after falling from the ninth floor, died simply under Wu Xian's sword.

The evil spirit was defeated.

Wu Xian did not waste any time and quickly placed the copper coin sword, which had only eight sections of the blade left, against the door lock, using the residual heat to melt the ice blocking the lock core.

When the unit door could finally be opened, I looked back and found that the disgusting filth had evaporated, and a white incense stick was lying on the ground.

This incense stick is thicker and longer than the previous one, which may prove that Mr. Wang is much stronger than his wife.

He had already been weakened by harming people during the day, and then he fell from a tall building and was exposed to the sun, which further weakened his strength. In this weak state, he was stabbed to death by Wu Xian with two swords.

But even so, Wu Xian was still surprised that the evil spirit died so quickly.

It seems that the wandering ghosts and the humans holding magical instruments and talismans are actually equal, and the victory or defeat depends on whose means hit the other first.

The Yousui is like an adult holding a gun, and the Dependent is like a child holding a gun. Although their strengths are different, the bullets they fire are equally deadly.

"Hehe, it's time to worship the gods again. Do you want to eat a peach first this time? Forget it. This longevity peach will be more useful if I keep it."

Wu Xian turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but when he glanced outside the door, his expression suddenly changed.

He hurried out of the unit door and looked up. The sky was gray and there was a thin mist in the air. He could vaguely see the sun hanging in the middle of the west.

This means it's already afternoon!

But according to Wu Xian's feeling, it has been no more than three hours since dawn.

He immediately took out Lu Yuzhu's mobile phone to verify, and found that the time was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and the minute digits were jumping much faster.

There is something wrong with the passage of time in the blessed land, the day is shorter than the night!

"It's time to go back."

……

There are no guest rooms on the first floor of Ping An Hotel, only a spacious hall with nine chairs. The nine people who set out in the morning to collect intelligence supplies sat together.

Qi Zhiyong sat in the first seat.

He organized this gathering with the purpose of exchanging intelligence and summarizing information.

He spread out the woven bag in his hand to show it, then quickly closed it: "Here are the weapons I collected today, but these things are not easy to find, so whether to distribute them to everyone depends on how much value you can provide to the group."

Wen Chao asked curiously, "Are you sure these things are useful against evil spirits?"

"Who knows."

Qi Zhiyong spread his hands helplessly.

"But weapons from the outside world cannot be brought into the blessed land. We can only rely on things found in the blessed land to defend ourselves. Normally speaking, if we want to be effective against evil spirits, the best thing is magic weapons, followed by murderous weapons, and then unclean weapons. If we don't have any of the above three, iron weapons can barely be used." Wen Chao wanted to speak, but Qi Zhiyong knew what he was going to ask.

"A weapon that has killed someone is a murder weapon, and one that is stained with feces, urine, black dog blood, blood, etc. is an unclean weapon."

"As for the magic weapons...ha, you will know when you see them. These things of mine may not be effective against the evil spirits, but even if they can only delay time, they may be able to save lives."

“So, please show your worth.”

Shi Ji picked up the iron bucket wrapped in a quilt and opened it. Inside were iron lunch boxes filled with hot food.

"I'm a coward, so I didn't get any information. But everyone must be hungry after working for so long. I only found these ingredients and made dinner for everyone."

Fang Zhi asked sarcastically, "Does this meal require contribution to the collective?"

Shi Ji quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, everyone has a share of my meal."

Everyone laughed, especially Wu Xian, who laughed the loudest.

Qi Zhiyong's face changed slightly. These were all today's gains. His weapons were distributed according to their value, while Shi Ji's meals were available to everyone. This comparison made him seem very stingy.

But when he looked at Shi Ji who was serving food innocently, he really had no reason to blame him, so he blamed Fang Zhi and Wu Xian who laughed the loudest.

But there was no need for him to retaliate.

Fang Zhi's door was marked, and Wu Xian was also targeted by the evil spirit. Neither of them would live long, so they should enjoy their hot dinner first.

Today we went out to search for supplies and found some food, but it was nothing compared to hot meals.

In this environment, a person who can and is willing to cook is far more important than you imagine.

But when Qi Zhiyong opened the lunch box, his expression froze. He saw that the lunch box was filled with large intestine rice!
The men were fine, but the three ladies had disgust written all over their faces. If they had no choice, they would probably never eat this thing in their entire lives.

Shi Ji said embarrassedly: "The vegetable markets here are all closed, and there are very few fresh ingredients. I finally found a refrigerator full of frozen pig intestines..."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

But conditions are limited now, so even if you don’t want to eat large intestines anymore, this is the only option.

Qi Zhiyong threw a steel pipe to Shi Ji: "This is the mop pole of the hotel. I observed that this hotel has been washing mops in the urinal. Over the years, this mop pole can also be regarded as a dirty object."

Wu Xian smiled. This thing was really suitable for Shi Ji.

He took a bite of the large intestine and found that it tasted good. It was cleaned very cleanly without retaining any of the original taste. So he picked out the piece of large intestine with the most fat and started to eat seriously.

While eating, Wen Chao and Fang Zhi also talked about their discoveries.

"We first tried to leave the hotel, but after walking a short distance, we were blocked by an invisible barrier. After testing in multiple directions, I determined that our range of activities was limited to the four surrounding areas centered on the Ping An Hotel."

In Wen Chao's opinion, the barrier is extremely magical and has great research value. If it can be studied, there may be epoch-making scientific results.

But he knew priorities, so he paused and continued.

"We found a few survivors who were willing to communicate, and through talking to them, I discovered why the world had become like this."

"It all started with a murder."

"The case happened in the Huade Mingmen community in the north. A single man died at home. His eyes were dug out and there was a line of bloody words on the wall."

"Don't respond, don't look at her!"

"According to the police investigation, he dug out his eyes himself, and the bloody words were his last words written with his fingers."

"After this case, seven more people were killed in just three days. All the victims had their eyes gouged out and bled to death."

"Residents of the four surrounding communities also heard faint clapping sounds at midnight..."

(End of this chapter)