The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen cautiously approached the "silkworm pupa," only to be met with a pungent, fishy stench, and a whimpering sound emanating from within as it writhed.

This is an enormous corpse box! Monk Yuanzhi is probably inside!

He quickly picked up the half-bag of salt next to him and poured it all over the "corpse box".

The "corpse box" trembled violently, and suddenly a crack appeared on the side. Monk Yuanzhi, as if crawling out of mud, rolled out covered in slime, spitting out the filth in his mouth and wailing, "I never want to see this thing again in my life! It's so disgusting!"

Seeing that the "Corpse Box" hadn't moved, Zhou Fengchen chuckled dryly, "Take a bath later, nothing will happen. Don't worry about it so much. Look at me, I don't care."

Just as Monk Yuanzhi was about to argue, the large "corpse box" on the ground suddenly let out an "Ah!" and trembled rapidly. Its eerie human face wrinkled up as if in great pain, and its leech-like body grew smaller and smaller until it shrank into a ball of flesh, while a layer of sticky water overflowed from the floor of the room.

Zhou Fengchen drew his ancient Qing Dynasty sword and slashed at the fleshy ball. With a "splat" sound, like chopping vegetables, the "corpse box" split into two halves, complete with a flower-shaped center.

The two were stunned for a moment, and cautiously looked around. However, after waiting for a long time, Mao's ancestor still did not come out!

The two then checked the girl in the closet and found she was dead. Zhou Fengchen then ran upstairs and found another girl who was also dead, so he carried her downstairs.

Looking at the two girls' corpses, the two lamented that the girls were greedy for money and didn't care about their lives. Before they knew it, it was already broad daylight.

Looking at the mess in the room, Monk Yuanzhi said, "This won't do. There are several corpses lying in the room. No matter how they died, it wouldn't be good if we just walked out like this and someone saw us!"

Zhou Fengchen thought it made a lot of sense, so the two of them searched the house to see where a corpse could be hidden. They found a small room on the first floor corner with an iron door that was tightly sealed. They didn't know what was inside.

Monk Yuanzhi rummaged through the chests and cabinets and found a large iron hammer. In no time, he opened the iron door. The room was not large, with an old pear wood table and a memorial tablet. On both sides of the table hung strange ancient armor, official robes and rusty spiked clubs.

The two approached and looked at the memorial tablet, which read: "The tablet of Nalan Abu (Yang Wudi), Commander of the Bordered White Banner."

Monk Yuanzhi exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Good heavens! A Banner Commander, equivalent to a regimental commander in the Qing Dynasty! Could this person be the ancestor of this family?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "Who cares about division commanders or regimental commanders? Bring the corpses in and get out of here!"

The two men threw the three corpses into the small house, locked the door, tidied up the room haphazardly, went up the outer staircase, jumped down from the back of the house, and ran away.

I drove all the way to the intersection of a busy street before casually hailing a taxi to the vicinity of my rented apartment. I found a public bathhouse, took a hot shower, had breakfast, and returned to my apartment feeling completely free of debt. I went straight to sleep.

……

I slept soundly for a long time, working from morning until three or four in the afternoon before waking up.

The two got up and stared blankly for a while, recalling everything that had happened yesterday. It felt like a dream, too unreal, too bizarre. Fortunately, the old man and Miss Chen had already been eliminated.

They were hungry again, so they washed up and went outside to find a beef offal restaurant on the street to eat beef. That's when they heard that things were in chaos in the city.

The only son of a wealthy businessman surnamed Yang died in his private villa. The reason for his death was that he was bitten to death by his lover. The lover then committed suicide by jumping into a well. This incident alone is enough for the citizens to talk about for half a month.

Following closely behind, yesterday, corpses from all over the city collectively rose from the dead and went dancing at the "Elf Bar" near a gas station in the south of the city. Bar staff and gas station employees were also inside. Later, the bar inexplicably caught fire, and both the dead and the living were burned beyond recognition. This incident is too bizarre and too terrifying.

While listening to the diners and the restaurant owner chatting, Zhou Fengchen ate with great relish as if nothing had happened.

After the meal, once outside, Monk Yuanzhi looked up at the sky and sighed, "Ah~ it feels like we're hiding our secrets in the dark. We've done something so big, and nobody knows! It's so frustrating."

Zhou Fengchen chuckled and said, "How much do you think the TV reporters will exaggerate and speculate?"

Monk Yuanzhi said, "I guess someone will bring up some kind of master or yin-yang master or something."

The two were chatting when they reached the alleyway leading to their rented apartment. From a distance, they saw two policemen standing downstairs and were both startled. "Holy crap! No way! They found out about this?"

Monk Yuanzhi said dryly, "How about... we run away? If we leave any clues, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

Zhou Fengchen nodded. Just as the two were about to slip away, the two policemen spotted them and waved their hands sharply. One of them was Wang Min.

The two breathed a sigh of relief; it was easier to handle things with their own people. Once outside the alley, Zhou Fengchen smiled at Wang Min, who was approaching, and asked, "Officer Wang, how have you been lately? When are you and Little Mustache getting married?"

"Get married my ass, it's over! That guy's no good, always getting handsy and making unwanted advances." Wang Min spat, then looked them up and down. "What...what were you doing yesterday?"

Monk Yuanzhi chuckled, "I'm sleeping at home. The rain just stopped, and rainy days are perfect for sleeping."

Zhou Fengchen pretended to rub his back and said, "I slept all day, my back and waist are sore."

Wang Min nodded. "Okay, have you heard about what happened yesterday?"

Monk Yuanzhi feigned ignorance, "What happened yesterday?"

Wang Min pointed upstairs, "Let's go inside and talk."

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The four went upstairs and sat down on the sofa. Wang Min got straight to the point and recounted what happened last night from a police officer's perspective. He concluded by saying, "I don't think this is simple. Let's leave Yang Fan's matter aside for now and talk about the Elf Bar and the corpse's escape. This is very likely a trick played by some metaphysical master."

Monk Yuanzhi nodded. "Hmm, that makes sense. And then?"

Wang Min smiled and said, "Then, the only people I know who understand this industry are you two. I'd like to ask you for a favor!"

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "We're the ones who did this. What a load of crap. Isn't this ridiculous?"

Monk Yuanzhi immediately slapped his forehead, "I'm afraid that won't work. I haven't been feeling well lately; I have kidney deficiency, proctitis, and heart disease."

Wang Min hadn't expected anything from him anyway, and looked intently at Zhou Fengchen.

Zhou Fengchen quickly clutched his stomach, "I can't either, I have... diarrhea, cholecystitis, hydronephrosis, duodenal ulcer..."

Monk Yuanzhi quickly nudged him, "That's too much!"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's all the illnesses." Zhou Fengchen nodded seriously.

Wang Min's cheeks twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you two joking with me?"

Monk Yuanzhi's eyes widened. "You were the one who started this joke!"

Zhou Fengchen blinked and said, "Yeah, there's a limit to joking. What's our relationship? Why should I help you again and again? Who are you?"

Wang Min gritted his teeth, got up and left. "Fine! If you ever end up in jail again, don't expect me to help you."

"Tch! Who cares! Acting all high and mighty like that!" Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi said in unison.

Wang Min slammed the door shut, yelling, "Die! You two bastards!"

……

After seeing Wang Min off, the two high-fived and burst into laughter. Then, with nothing else to do, they turned on the TV and chatted aimlessly.

Before we knew it, it was evening.

To be honest, with Old Chu and his mother injured and at school, there was no one to cook for them or tease them, so there wasn't much fun to be had.

They packed a bunch of takeout to eat, and after finishing, the two of them yawned and decided to go to sleep.

Just then, a strange sound came from outside!

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".