The ultimate master in the city

Snapped!

A palm strike landed cleanly and swiftly on the zombie's forehead, causing it to stagger back two steps, a tiny crack appearing on its forehead.

A look of horror flashed in its eyes. It opened its mouth wide, roared, and suddenly spat out a cloud of black gas.

This was corpse poison. Zhou Fengchen dared not take it head-on and dodged to the side. The zombie took the opportunity to leap to the balcony, jump out of the window, and escape!

Zhou Fengchen quickly grabbed his knife and chased after the zombie to the balcony. Looking down, he saw that the zombie was moving very fast, rushing into the alley against the rain and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, his thigh hurt with the slightest movement, and Yuan Zhi was still in a state of confusion. Zhou Fengchen had no mood to chase after him. When he ran back to the bedroom and saw what was happening, his scalp tingled with fear.

Monk Yuanzhi lay motionless in a pool of blood, his back a bloody mess from being beaten with a spiked club, the skin torn open in the chaotic wounds.

"Yuanzhi? A monk? You fucking wake up!"

He called out a few times but received no response. He checked Yuanzhi's breathing and found a faint breath. He quickly put on his clothes, grabbed the money, put an overcoat on Yuanzhi, and ran out the door on his back.

It was late autumn, with a heavy rain and misty rain, and the air was already very cold.

Unable to flag down a single taxi on the road, Zhou Fengchen carried the monk on his back, wading through the rain, ignoring the curious stares of passersby, and desperately ran towards the hospital.

He called out softly as he ran, "Boss Monk, don't fall asleep! Hang in there, we'll be fine by the time we get to the hospital."

"You haven't even married a wife yet, and you haven't had children. If you die, how will you explain it to your parents?"

"Let's catch a few more ghosts another day and make more money!"

Monk Yuanzhi showed no reaction whatsoever, and blood mixed with rainwater dripped onto the ground.

Zhou Fengchen stared at the flickering lights ahead, talking incessantly. He hated this feeling of impending separation, like the night five years ago when his father suddenly died. He and Zhou Linglong held their father's body and wept bitterly, helpless and desperate...

……

They finally arrived at the hospital. Monk Yuanzhi was wheeled into the emergency room, and Zhou Fengchen's leg wound was bandaged up.

While waiting, he ran to a small shop outside the hospital and bought a pack of cigarettes. It was his first time smoking, and he coughed from the fumes. Standing at the window looking at the heavy rain outside, he tried to recall how he had come across this thing. He realized that it started when he came out of the bat cave in the mountains and met Ge Jiaying and her cousin.

Who can I complain to about this bad luck?

He remembered his father's words: "In our line of work, you have to keep a brave heart. You can't back down or hesitate for a second time, or a third time, and then you'll become a coward."

That makes a lot of sense, so he decided to go find that bastard and take him down tonight.

He called home and asked them to send someone to take care of Monk Yuanzhi. When Aunt Chen arrived with several martial arts students, he gave them a few instructions and hurriedly returned to his rented room.

They brought all their gear and performed a ritual to search for the zombie's direction: south, though the exact location was unclear.

However, with the "corpse coffin" spewed out by the zombies as a trigger, one can sense it when they get nearby.

We started by following the alley and headed south, searching for an hour or two.

When he reached the vicinity of the southern suburbs, the feeling became very strong, and he hurried over there with his knife in hand.

Suddenly, four or five girls who were out for the night appeared not far ahead. They were carrying umbrellas and small bags, swaying and laughing. Next to them was a dark alley, from which a faint smell of death emanated. The zombies inside stared at them like ferocious beasts.

Zhou Fengchen, knife in hand, rushed over, almost shouting, "Run!"

The girls were startled, turned to look at him, scoffed, and rolled their eyes. "Idiot!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the zombie darted out of the alley, grabbing the two girls as if they were chicks, and biting down on their snow-white necks.

The other two girls froze, taking a full three seconds before dropping their umbrellas and collapsing to the ground in terror, screaming, "Ah! Ah!"

The zombie was incredibly fast; with a single breath, it turned a girl into a dried-up corpse, leaving her completely dehydrated.

In the blink of an eye, the two girls' dry, lifeless bodies crashed onto the muddy ground. The cracks on the zombie's face miraculously healed, and it was about to grab the other two screaming girls when Zhou Fengchen arrived just in time, swinging his knife and shouting, "You beast! Die!"

The zombie reacted very quickly, dodging the attack and casually picking up the spiked club from the ground, then swinging it to meet the attack.

Ding!

Ding ding ding!

A human and a zombie were locked in a frenzied battle, splashing water everywhere amidst the misty rain.

The two girls nearby, paralyzed with fear, forgot to scream. Still dazed, they couldn't accept that their friend was dead. What had happened? They stared, dumbfounded, at the sight of a Qing Dynasty man fighting a modern man. It was brutal, far more realistic than anything in TV dramas; every blow seemed to be delivered with tremendous force…

However, what happened next horrified them: the modern man's body suddenly multiplied into a dozen or so identical ones.

They instantly felt that this modern man was even more terrifying than the Qing Dynasty man; only a ghost could do such a thing. They couldn't help but scream again, "Ah! Ah!"

A dozen Zhou Fengchens ganged up on the zombie, who was overwhelmed and in a sorry state. It was somewhat wary of Zhou Fengchens, broke through the encirclement, and hopped away.

"Where do you think you're going!" Zhou Fengchen's ten bodies merged into one, and he chased after them.

The zombie seemed to be fully conscious, deliberately choosing the most difficult places to hop, leaping four or five meters at a time at an alarming speed.

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth and relentlessly pursued him.

They ran like this for over an hour, one after the other, until they came to a cluster of low houses, which seemed to be a slum. Just then, a door opened, and a woman holding a child was urinating in front of the door.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Fengchen broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly shouted, "Quick, come inside!"

The woman looked up and was taken aback, blinking curiously.

The zombie happened to pass by and swiftly snatched the child from her hands.

Hearing the child's wailing cries of fear, Zhou Fengchen instinctively waved his hand, "No!"

Too late!

The zombie took a bite, and the child immediately stopped crying. His body became dry and brittle, and he was thrown to the ground like rags.

The woman then realized what was happening, let out a loud scream, and fainted.

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen was almost going crazy. He sheathed his ancient sword, clasped his hands together, formed a hand seal, and chanted incantations. Then he roared, "Profound Twenty-Six, Forbidden Spell, Summon Wind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, nearby houses began to clang and rattle, tiles flew everywhere, trees tilted, and a sudden gust of wind blew towards the zombie.

The running zombie staggered, its body swaying, unable to run any further.

The nearby residents were awakened, thinking that a tornado had struck. Many houses opened their doors, and curious heads peeked out.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you today!" Zhou Fengchen didn't care about anything else. Facing the gazes of countless people, he stepped forward with Daoist steps, clasped his hands together again, formed a hand seal, chanted incantations, and shouted, "Xuan Twenty-Seven, Forbidden Spell, Earth Spirit Blade!"

wow——

wow——

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the ground of the street, from which emerged large, grayish-yellow machetes that rushed straight towards the zombies.

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