Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 58: Fake County Magistrate Zhang Muzhi
"Lao Zhang, ah ha ha Lao Zhang ah Lao Zhang!"

In a wooden house in the mountains, He Songling hugged a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and laughed heartily.

"You fake foreigner, you're not dead yet?" The middle-aged man patted He Songling on the back and said with a smile.

"Well, what can I say? I died a long time ago, so I came up from the underworld to chat with you." As He Songling said this, his body began to turn into a ball of mist and gradually rose into the air.

"Oh shit!"

The middle-aged man was startled and pulled out two pistols at a speed that was no slower than that of the Tang Sect disciples in taking out hidden weapons. He shot at He Songling "bang bang bang".

However, all the bullets passed through his body and hit the wall of the wooden house. The mist was swirling, and He Songling said in a trembling voice: "Lao~Zhang~, my brother died, it's unjust~~"

"Fuck you!"

The middle-aged man was not moved at all, he pulled a long gun from the corner, and fired three more shots. Seeing that there was still no effect, he pulled out a wooden-handled grenade from his arms and bit off the fuse with his mouth.

"Go away!"

The grenade drew a parabola and landed at He Songling's feet. With a loud bang, it exploded and half of the wooden house collapsed.

"Bah bah bah!"

After a while after the explosion, the middle-aged man lying on the ground stood up again, spat out two mouthfuls of dust, and almost jumped up in fright.

It turned out that He Songling was not hurt at all. Instead, he floated in front of him. It was obvious that he had been waiting for him to get up.

"Fuck you, fake foreigner, who killed you? You are so wronged. Was it Lao San and the others who harmed you?"

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat, and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. With an indignant expression on his face, he stretched out his hand as if to hug He Songling who had turned into smoke: "Come on, brother, talk to me and I'll avenge you..."

"Pfft!"

The moment the middle-aged man put his hand on He Songling's body, his other hand produced a dagger from somewhere and stabbed He Songling's lower abdomen.

His technique was extremely professional. After stabbing it in, he stirred it a few times, fearing that He Songling would not die.

Unfortunately, all the efforts were in vain. Apart from causing the fog to churn a few times, it had no effect.

The middle-aged man obviously noticed this, and his hands were completely free of strength. He looked at He Songling who was still floating in front of him, sighed, threw the knife away, and lay on the ground in a "big" shape.

"Okay, come on, I, Zhang Muzhi, have lived for so many years, and it's enough."

"Why am I here? Don't act like I'm going to rape you. You're just a rough old man who doesn't take a shower. Even if I'm gay, I don't want someone like you, okay?"

The middle-aged man waited for a long time, but instead of seeing the sharp blade piercing the flesh or the bullet in the head as he had imagined, he heard the mocking voice of He Songling.

When he looked up, He Songling turned into flesh again, standing in front of him, and stretched out a hand to him. "Fuck you, you're not dead?" The middle-aged man cursed and grabbed He Songling's hand, pinching it a few times to make sure that he was really a living person with body temperature, and then he stood up with the help of his hand.

"Bullshit, you old Deng didn't die, how could I die?"

The shabby middle-aged man in front of him was the fake county magistrate Zhang Muzhi, who had fought side by side with him in Echeng. Back then, he was a bandit in the mountains and was nicknamed Zhang Mazi.

The two of them worked together to eliminate Huang Silang. Several brothers took their women and fled to Pudong, but Zhang Muzhi stayed behind.

After He Songling's breakthrough, he did the last thing he did in Sichuan, which was to find this gentleman to come out of retirement.

Even though he was alone in the mountains, he actually lived a comfortable life. Huang Silang's cash and valuables were taken away by He Songling and his gang of bandits, but the remaining real estate that could be dismantled was dismantled by this guy and transported to the mountains.

Not to mention that he had no worries about food and drink, he even had several radios on hand. He Songling would send him telegrams to greet each other when he had nothing to do. This was also the reason why he could find Zhang Muzhi so easily.

"Well, what's your trick? The aliens are really awesome." Zhang Muzhi patted He Songling on the shoulder, thinking of the gas figure that was pierced by the bullet just now, and couldn't help but sigh: "Even grenades can't blow you up, so aren't you invincible on the battlefield?"

"It's almost there. My body is still there, but it's broken into pieces and melted into the Qi. If I really run into a cannon salvo, I'll be finished."

He Songling used his body to block several bullets and grenades fired by Zhang Muzhi in order to test his ability to deal with hot weapons. Now it seems that it didn't hurt.

It goes without saying that even Li Ding could withstand the firepower of a small squad of Japanese devils. In his current state, unless there was a salvo of heavy artillery fire or he stupidly stood under a bomber and caught an air-dropped bomb with his face, two or three regiments would not be able to hit him.

It’s a pity that the time that can be maintained for the pseudo triple level is too short, and the consumption is too great. If the real body is revealed halfway, there will be basically no power to resist.

"Why did you come to see me all of a sudden? I haven't seen you come to see me for ten years. It must be something bad." Zhang Muzhi threw a cigarette to He Songling, "Have a smoke."

"Fuck you, just smoke me in." He Songling turned into smoke again, pointed at himself, and then flicked his finger to put out Zhang Muzhi's cigarette. "I have something to ask you. I have a security team in Fujian, you can be the leader."

"No." Zhang Muzhi refused decisively. "I'm in the mountains. I have meat to eat, wine to drink, cigarettes to smoke, and a phonograph and a radio to listen to. Listen to this Muza." He turned on the phonograph and a cheerful tune came out of the speaker. "I wouldn't trade these two things for a county magistrate."

"It's because you don't want to change. It's because the county magistrate doesn't want to change with you."

He Songling flipped his hand and sent his phonograph away. "Give me the money. Five... dollars a month!"

"Give these five dollars to the rickshaw driver in the city and see if he will work for you." Zhang Muzhi really wanted to take out his gun and shoot He Songling in the head twice to see what was in his head. Five dollars to hire a security chief who knows how to fight with a gun?
Besides, with his qualifications and strength, it would be a concession for him to join the Security Corps. Later, there was a martial arts master named Shen Zui under Lao Chang's command, and his final military rank was Lieutenant General of the Army. In comparison, it would not be excessive to give Zhang Muzhi this treatment.

"Don't talk nonsense. Can I still let you do this? The country is in danger and this land needs you." He Songling knew Zhang Muzhi. He was a standard "old martial arts" knight. "Are you willing to rot in the mountains like a pile of rotten meat, or go out and save the people like a hero?"

"What hero or not, Zhang Muzhi died a long time ago, my name is Zhang Mazi... Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing!"

Seeing that this man was still being pretentious, He Songling simply picked him up with one hand, transformed himself into a Qi state, flew into the air and carried him out.

"Put me down! I'm afraid of heights!" Above the valley, only a smoke-voiced scream echoed.

(End of this chapter)