Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 73, Chapters 75/76: The Gun-Borrowing Man of Maoshan

Fellow disciples of Maoshan, they're actually fellow disciples of Maoshan!

Uncle You was overjoyed. Since birth, apart from his deceased father, he had no idea where his fellow disciples from Maoshan were, who they were, or where to find them.

When he was five or six years old, he moved here with his deceased father. Then his father took on a mission and never came back. I guess he failed in his demon-slaying mission and his body was never found.

After that, Uncle You grew up relying on the charity of many families, and then he became self-taught by studying the Maoshan scriptures left by his deceased father.

He only knew that the talismans for exorcising ghosts, suppressing evil spirits, and eliminating evil were Maoshan talismans, but he didn't know how to consecrate them by setting up an altar. Every time he drew a talisman, he would only use his own blood essence to draw it.

Therefore, he did not have the habit of carrying yellow talismans with him.

"The peach wood sword, I use it to scratch myself, it was left to me by my father—"

Uncle You's house was cluttered with all sorts of things. On the wall, besides a Five Elements compass and a painting, there were also the Three Pure Ones of Taoism and the ancestral tablet of the Maoshan Patriarch.

Zhang Yue looked at the air purifier and nodded. Uncle You hadn't forgotten this, which was commendable.

He walked up to the compass and examined it closely; this was the key to the early warning system!

Seeing Zhang Yue staring at the compass, Uncle You chuckled self-deprecatingly, "That Five Elements Compass hanging on the wall was left to me by my father. He said it was some kind of magic treasure that would automatically start spinning when it encountered powerful evil spirits."

"See the grime on it? It's supposedly bloodstains, passed down through generations, so it seeped in and can't be washed off."

"Hey—I haven't seen it rotate once in decades. I wonder if the Palace Museum will accept it. Otherwise, I would really like to sell it as scrap metal."

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Zhang Yue touched it and said, "It really is a magical artifact. If I'm not mistaken, just like the glasses I'm wearing, it was made by the same person?"

Uncle You paused for a moment, "You mean the Taoist Master Four Eyes you mentioned before? You keep bringing him up, he's an inventor, isn't he?"

Zhang Yue laughed and said, "I think so. I got these glasses from him but haven't used them. I see you wear glasses too, so why don't I give them to you?"

Zhang Yue generously gave the glasses belonging to the Taoist priest with four eyes to Uncle You; well, it could be considered returning them to their rightful owner.

Anyway, when I have the chance to go back, I'll just ask Master Simu to make another one for me, and that'll be it.

Uncle You picked up his glasses and looked them over from left to right. "They're plane glasses. I'm wearing reading glasses. I don't know if they'll still work after I change the lenses. Cough cough, I'm twenty years older than you, so I'll take the liberty of calling you junior brother."

"Junior brother, well—I won't stand on ceremony. By the way, do you have an instruction manual?"

"There are no instructions. Just use the Maoshan hand seals to control it and inject your magic power into it."

Just as Uncle You was examining the glasses, Zhang Yue suddenly felt a chill in the air. He looked up and said to Uncle You, "You have a guest."

Several old ghosts arrived at Uncle You's house and made no attempt to be polite, sitting down on their own. Some turned on the TV and watched variety shows on the sofa, while others turned on the gramophone and played music. Still others played with Uncle You's razor.

Uncle You glanced at them, chuckled, and said, "Hey, you're not surprised they're here?"

He was obviously referring to those old fogies.

Zhang Yue, looking completely unfazed, said, "What's so strange about that? In our line of work, how could we not have seen it? I know a woman named Lin Fengjiao who keeps hundreds of spirit infants in her home."

Hundreds —

Uncle You was somewhat dumbfounded, then remembered something and pointed to the plastic wrap in Zhang Yue's hand, saying, "What about this?"

What are your plans to do with this?

Zhang Yue pondered for a moment and said, "Follow the rules of the Maoshan Sect. If they have harmed or killed people, then destroy them. If not, then find a way to release their resentment and help them reincarnate."

"Could you please help them?"

A voice came from the doorway, and Xiao Hao, looking tired, had also arrived at Uncle You's door at some point.

He looked at the wad of plastic wrap and said, "I heard from Uncle Yan that these two sisters are very pitiful."

He's always been that seemingly cold but warm-hearted Xiao Hao.

Zhang Yue said, "You can see them too? Do you have the ability to see ghosts?"

He was somewhat confused as to whether Xiao Hao actually possessed the ability to see ghosts.

Uncle You, who was standing nearby, offered an explanation: "It's normal for a dying person to be able to see ghosts and spirits. He was just possessed by a malevolent spirit, and the three flames on his head are extremely weak right now, so he can see them temporarily."

"I see—" Zhang Yue suddenly thought of those tall, wiry underworld officials and asked, "Were those tall, wiry underworld officials here waiting for Brother Xiao Hao? Why didn't they make a move when they saw these twin fierce monsters?"

This is also what Zhang Yue can't understand the most; isn't this dereliction of duty?

"Hey, I know that best." Uncle You laughed. "Just like the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), CCB, NB, and CIB in Hong Kong, each department has different responsibilities."

"Some are from the Commercial Investigation Division, some from the Criminal Investigation Division, and some are responsible for investigating flour."

"These tall underworld messengers are responsible for collecting the souls of those whose lifespans have ended. As for the twins, they are evil spirits and are not under their jurisdiction."

"So, they might be waiting for Xiao Hao to die?" Zhang Yue looked at Xiao Hao, who felt uncomfortable under Zhang Yue's gaze.

Xiao Hao: "————"

Anyone who knew that just as they were about to commit suicide, a group of ghost messengers from the underworld were waiting to take their soul with them would feel extremely awkward.

"Not necessarily. In these public rental buildings, there are many elderly people in their seventies and eighties. Every year, a few of them die, so they come here about once a month. But the evil spirits are not under their jurisdiction, so even if they see them, they don't care."

I understand —

After holding it in for a while, Xiao Hao said to Uncle You and Zhang Yue, "Thank you for saving me—"

Zhang Yue looked at Xiao Hao, "So, are you still planning to commit suicide?"

Xiao Hao opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

But Uncle You smiled and pointed at Xiao Hao's hand like Conan, "See that? That watch drawn with a pen is obviously drawn by a child. If he still can't let go, he'll die again sooner or later."

"Never mind him, junior brother, come here. The Maoshan summoning spirit technique you just told me about—what kind of magic is that? Can you teach me?" Uncle You warmly put his arm around Zhang Yue's shoulder and walked him to the side.

"Finally it's over—" Zhang Yue rubbed his wrist. His tendonitis hadn't healed yet, but he started drawing a bunch of talismans for Uncle You again.

Uncle You rarely encountered a fellow disciple from the Maoshan sect, and the person was very enthusiastic, constantly asking him for advice.

However, Zhang Yue's learning time was too short. He only learned two spells from Uncle Jiu: talismans and summoning gods. He was still figuring out the others on his own.

I had no choice but to agree to teach him how to perform the ritual of consecrating talismans tomorrow.

As soon as Zhang Yue entered her room, she noticed a fleeting white fur in the corner, like a little mouse, hiding behind the curtains.

But little did he know that the pair of small feet beneath the curtains had already given him away—

Huh?! A little brat?

Chapter 76—

noob?

That child with albinism was cruelly sacrificed to the zombies by Aunt Mei, who had done good deeds all her life.

This child originally had a happy family.

But her father, a perfectly good schoolteacher, suddenly went mad and raped the twin sisters, killing one of them. The other twin sister, unable to bear the immense shock, hanged herself.

When Xiao Bai's mother, A Feng, returned home and saw this scene, she was so shocked that she went insane. In addition, blood dripped into her eyes, which activated her ability to see ghosts.

A patient who suffered a great shock developed the ability to see ghosts and spirits, but could not close it. He saw ghost soldiers or spirits every day, and became tainted by the yin energy, which made his illness worse.

So Xiaobai became a child who relied on the kindness of many families for food.

It's just that Uncle Yan, who lives in the public rental building, is a kind person and put them in the power room.

Perhaps Zhang Yue was in a hurry to go to Xiao Hao's place next door, so she didn't lock the door and let Xiao Bai sneak in.

Upon seeing Zhang Yue arrive, he immediately hid in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

Zhang Yue walked to her luggage. The suitcase had a combination lock and hadn't been touched, but her bag had been rummaged through, and the contents, especially a handgun, had been taken out.

Clearly, Xiaobai was just playing with his gun.

Zhang Yue wasn't angry. He wouldn't get angry at a five or six-year-old child, especially since a boy of that age is—

An age when one has an insatiable desire for firearms.

"Hey, Little White, come here—"

Perhaps sensing Zhang Yue's goodwill, a small eye cautiously peeked out from behind the curtain, followed by a small head covered in white hair. Seeing that Zhang Yue wasn't angry, it walked out with a frightened expression.

"Do you like it?" Zhang Yue pointed to the pistol.

Xiao Bai nodded innocently, his eyes filled with longing for the toy gun. His crazy mother couldn't even support the family, let alone buy him toys.

Zhang Yue patted his head and smiled, "This isn't a toy, I can't give it to you—"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Xiaobai's eyes.

"It is a weapon used to protect oneself and one's loved ones."

"If you plan to use it to protect others in the future, I can give you one."

"Protect—others?" Xiaobai looked puzzled; a five or six-year-old child, he didn't quite understand.

"Can you see those tall uncles? You mean those uncles whose heads almost touched the ceiling that we saw in the hallway around nine o'clock?"

Zhang Yue asked, somewhat curious. Did Xiao Bai have the ability to see ghosts? In the story, when the ghost soldiers passed by, the crazed Ah Feng covered his eyes, so it's highly likely that he also had the ability to see ghosts.

Sure enough, Little White nodded obediently, "Mmm!"

Zhang Yue was somewhat surprised. A natural-born person with the ability to see ghosts?

The movie doesn't explain that Xiao Bai was born posthumously after Ah Feng's blood was dripped on him, which opened her psychic eyes, or that she was born before she went insane.

However, children born with the ability to see ghosts are all promising talents with exceptional abilities.

No wonder the zombie's strength increased dramatically after absorbing Xiaobai's virgin blood, enough to alarm Uncle You's Five Elements Compass. It turns out that Xiaobai, besides having virgin blood, is also a rare talent in cultivation.

Taoist lineages typically prefer to find successors of this type.

If such children do not become disciples of a Taoist master, they often die young because of their ability to see ghosts.

Looking directly into the eyes of a malevolent being is always an extremely dangerous thing.

Zhang Yue smiled at Xiao Bai and said, "Hey, then Uncle will give you one, but you have to promise Uncle that you will never point a gun at people, only at those things that aren't human. Can you do that?"

Without hesitation, Xiaobai nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with an intense longing for a gun.

Zhang Yue smiled and patted his white hair. "But this one is too heavy, it's not suitable for you. Uncle will get you a smaller caliber one."

After speaking, Zhang Yue opened the suitcase and took out a Smith & Wesson Model 1 pistol from the suitcase full of weapons.

617, a .22 caliber revolver.

This type of revolver has ten bullets and low recoil, so it is generally used by women and the elderly.

For a child—well, the recoil is still a bit too strong for him.

Zhang Yue asked, "Want to try? Do you want Uncle to teach you how to fire a gun?"

Little White nodded excitedly, "I want to—"

"However, firing shots in the middle of the night is likely to disturb the residents. Let's practice shooting somewhere else."

Xiao Bai looked puzzled, not yet understanding what the uncle in front of him was talking about, when he saw Zhang Yue's extremely bright eyes, which were slightly reddish—

The next second—

Xiao Bai was in a daze when he found himself and the uncle in front of him in a wide-open forest shooting range.

Although it was an illusion, Xiao Bai, who had grown up in the city, was stunned for a moment when she saw the lush green forest around her, and then she started lying and running away.

Zhang Yue smiled and let the white-haired child run around freely. After he had run around for a while, she waved her hand and beckoned him to come over and practice shooting.

"Xiao Bai, it's time to come and practice your shooting."

"Come on, let Uncle teach you, this is a three-point line—"

"Little Bai! Aunt Mei's family is cooking braised pork. Let's go to Aunt Mei's house for dinner later."

In the public rental building, Aunt Mei, a universally acknowledged kind-hearted person, was carrying a few pieces of clothing home to mend when she met Xiao Bai in the hallway. She kindly invited Xiao Bai to have dinner at her place.

Aunt Mei and her husband Uncle Dong have completely opposite personalities. Uncle Dong has a fiery temper and a sharp tongue, and he often curses people. Aunt Mei, on the other hand, has never quarreled or argued with her neighbors in her entire life.

But Uncle Dong's bad temper doesn't mean he's a bad person. Otherwise, Xiao Bai wouldn't go to Aunt Mei's house to play so often. Children's hearts are extremely sensitive.

Xiao Bai's biological mother is mentally ill. Besides stealing food from the sacrificial offerings, she relies on Uncle Yan from the public housing building for food. So Xiao Bai eats food from many different families. In the past, she would happily nod and agree to Aunt Mei's invitations.

But today, to Aunt Mei's surprise, Xiao Bai shook his head and refused, "Aunt Mei, I'm not going, I'm going to my teacher's."

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"Teacher?" Aunt Mei frowned slightly.

Xiao Bai pointed to Zhang Yue's room, "It's right there—"

After a while, Zhang Yue noticed someone knocking on the door. When he opened it, he found Xiao Bai and an old woman inside.

"Hello, you are ————"

"Everyone in this building calls me Aunt Mei. You're new here, aren't you?"

Aunt Mei patted Xiaobai's head affectionately. "Xiaobai said he wouldn't come to my place for dinner today, but to come to his teacher's. I wanted to come with him to see who this teacher he was talking about was, so he wouldn't be fooled by bad people."

"Hehe—don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just taught him some self-defense techniques." Zhang Yue looked at Aunt Mei meaningfully.

This good man, who dedicated his life to doing good deeds, turned to evil in his old age.

You can't judge a book by its cover; some people may look like good people, but they aren't.

Some people may look like bad guys, but they secretly do good deeds.

The difference between a good person and a bad person is sometimes like enlightenment; it's just a matter of a single thought.