The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

Chen Xing did not immediately go to find the zombies. Although he was not dead, he did not have much power to deal with them.

Sending it up now would just be like sending a perpetually moving blood pack, wouldn't it?

We need a well-thought-out plan!

Under the old-fashioned food stall, a greasy middle-aged man skillfully flips the spatula in front of the stove.

A large fire rose, and the aroma of the wok wafted out. The perfectly cooked glutinous rice, with each grain distinct, was placed in front of Chen Xing.

"Boss, enjoy your meal."

"Wait a minute, boss, sit down and let's talk."

Ah You seemed impatient, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, unsure of what Chen Xing was up to.

But he still sat down and scrutinized the stranger from head to toe.

"What's your name, boss?" Chen Xing asked knowingly.

"Just call me Ah-you, that's what all the neighbors call me."

"Chen Xing".

"Boss Chen, we're from the same clan, what can I do for you?" Ah You asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

"Is there an old man here who hasn't come out for several days?" Chen Xing then added in a low voice, "Is there also some shady character acting all mysteriously?"

Upon hearing this, Ah You immediately sat up straighter. He hadn't seen that rotten-mouthed man for several days, and Uncle Yan hadn't come to work today either.

He had suspected it before, and now his brows furrowed completely.

He couldn't help but look Chen Xing in the eye: "What do you know?"

Chen Xing shook his head: "That's hard to say. Why don't you take me to find someone? Then everything will be clear."

Ayou immediately asked who to look for.

"I heard everyone calls him Ajiu, I think you should know him."

Upon hearing this, Ayou's expression immediately turned serious. He stared intently at Chen Xing, trying to discern something.

But Chen Xing picked up the glutinous rice and looked around as he ate, like a restless hyperactive person at the dinner table.

At this moment, Chen Xing thought to himself, "This is truly authentic Hong Kong flavor. I've never been to Hong Kong before, but now I can travel around freely."

Ah-you ultimately couldn't figure it out, but he agreed to go find Ah-jiu and ask her for clarification.

Chen Xing finished the sticky rice in two bites and couldn't help but praise, "When I come back later, give me two more bowls, I'll pack them up."

"Let's go," Ayou said indifferently.

Chen Xing got up, but suddenly he turned a corner and picked up a cleaver from the kitchen counter.

"What are you going to do!?" Ayou's eyes immediately changed when he saw him.

Chen Xing was taken aback, then immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, you really can't just use a knife to cut vegetables."

Chen Xing felt ashamed; he had almost ruined the kitchen hygiene.

He obediently put the cleaver back, then picked up a rusty iron pipe from the ground, not knowing what it used to be for.

Ayou led Chen Xing upstairs, but he always felt that something was going to happen, especially the iron pipe that Chen Xing had hidden behind his back.

Before long, Chen Xing followed Ayou to a house. Even before getting close, he could smell the strong scent of incense that permeated the environment.

Chen Xing took a deep sniff; the smell was rather pungent.

Just as Ayou raised his hand to knock on the door, Chen Xing suddenly whispered, "If something happens to me later, don't be surprised. Don't let anyone get away."

Ayou frowned, a question forming in his mind, and then asked:

"What exactly do you want?"

Chen Xing didn't want to explain too much, and simply said:

"It's nothing, just a suspicion, a fear that someone might run away."

Ayou took a deep breath. He still couldn't believe that the two old people's affairs were related to Ajiu, who was an elder who had watched him grow up since he was a child.

At the same time, he also felt a little guilty. He had talked about this with Uncle Yan yesterday. He knew that Uncle Yan had come to Ajiu's place, but he hadn't come with him.

"You'd better not make a move. We're just here to get some information."

Ayou knocked on the door, and after a moment the door opened a crack, a middle-aged man with a thin face and sunken eyes poked half his head out, looking at the two of them warily with half-closed eyes.

Then he smiled and said, "Brother You, what brings you a new friend today?"

"I have something I want to ask you, but you won't let me in?"

Hearing this, A-Jiu opened the door and stepped aside, looking at Chen Xing curiously and asking, "And who is this?"

With a fake smile on his face, Ah You was about to introduce it: "This... is..."

But before he could finish speaking, Chen Xing swung an iron pipe, about the length of an arm and the width of two fingers, at Ajiu's head!

All of this was beyond the expectations of the two people in the arena!

It came too fast and too fiercely!

The sound of iron pipes slicing through the air could be heard everywhere.

The iron pipe collided violently with Ah Jiu's head, causing him to bleed profusely and feel dizzy.

Chen Xing saw the steel pipe twist and bend backward: "Heh, old man, you've got a stubborn head, huh?"

He kept talking, but his movements didn't stop; he swung the weapon around and smashed it again.

Unfortunately, Ah Jiu was skilled in martial arts and reacted to the second attack. His movements were strange, as if someone was grabbing his shoulders and pulling him backward.

The blow only hit the shoulder, but judging from the feel of it, the collarbone should be broken.

Ah You, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. Why did this person attack without saying a word?

Ah Jiu's face was contorted with rage. He reached out and pulled out a black talisman, which suddenly appeared in his hand and spontaneously combusted.

Just as Chen Xing was about to rush over and finish him off, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Looking down, he saw a horrific wound running from front to back across his chest.

With his heart ruptured and unable to supply blood to his body, he felt as if all the strength had been instantly drained from his body...

Chen Xing clutched his chest and cried out, "Ah—no, I can't die, I still have..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground.

Ah Jiu saw that the person on the ground was no longer moving, and a large amount of blood was flowing out from under him. This person was definitely not going to survive.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Ah You: "You brought people to kill me for no reason?"

Ayou: "You killed him!"

"He's trying to kill me, can't you tell?"

Ayou struggled to tear his gaze away from Chen Xing's corpse: "Ajiu, I'm asking you, where are Uncle Yan and Uncle Dong?"

Ajiu's left shoulder was sunken, and he covered the wound on his head with his right hand. He lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds before raising his eyes, which showed no emotion whatsoever.

"They're like you, they've never liked coming here. How would I know?"

Upon hearing this, Ayou flew into a rage and slapped him across the face: "You beast! That's your elder! How could you do that?"

This time, Ajiu didn't refute, but her eyes grew even colder.

Just then, a faint voice came: "Ah~ I died so tragically."

The air suddenly went quiet. The two looked down and saw that Chen Xing's hand had already grabbed A Jiu's ankle.

The next moment, Chen Xing reached out and pulled the other person, who lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Are you a human or a ghost? How can you still be alive?!" Ajiu was pinned down by Chen Xing, but she still couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The person is dead, how could they still be alive? Their heart is broken, how could it be faked?

Ah Jiu's mind was in complete chaos. He would rather believe that Chen Xing had turned into a ghost he couldn't recognize than believe that he wasn't dead.

Chen Xing remained silent, then forcefully twisted A Jiu's other good hand. With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, A Jiu was immediately in so much pain that the veins on her forehead bulged.

A moment later, Chen Xing patted himself and stood up. Ajiu's limbs on the ground had all been broken by him.

Chen Xing looked at Ayou, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and said, "Why are you wasting your breath talking to this scumbag? If you don't want to spit out your own saliva, just swallow it back."