: Ghost Daming 12

At two moments in the morning, the morning stars flickered on Fenghuang Mountain, and the full moon was overhanging. It was a good weather with clouds and sparse clouds. The mountain road was crooked and crisscrossed on the hill, and the weeds with dew were wet. Wang Chen's shoes, Wang Chen carrying a green cloth package, which is wrapped in the wrapping paper of Suzhou's most famous Jinji pastry shop, which is as small as a square cake-gel explosives.
This makes Wang Chen look like a scholar who goes up the mountain with snacks, if he ignores his short hair.
The finished product of colloidal explosives is a light yellow powder. When nitroglycerin is adjusted, it can be shaped like a flour into a mud. Although it looks like pastry, it still smells of a light chemical raw material. Wang Chen for these 'True Thunder' was covered with frosting and even a little bit of rich spices to cover it up.
Wang Chen has a great regret. If I give him a little more time to wait for him to pour out the cream and mount the western-style pastry, it will be more convenient to cover it up. Now this really looks very delicious, saying that it is a new product of Jinji. In this small town where traffic is not well developed, no one should doubt it.
The teacher's palace copied the path and followed Wang Chen.
Today, what I want to do is to destroy the door. Wang Chen did n’t consider it carefully. He has a face, and although his short hair is dazzling a bit, Taoism is not an official government, nor will he be interrogated. A stranger with short hair Although walking on the mountain road in the early hours of the night, although weird, it is not as big a mistake as compared with the obvious goal of the old palace teacher.
After all, the priests in Shangqing Palace have never seen Wang Chen. If they can recognize Wang Chen, then they have seen a ghost!
The gun in his arms pierced Wang Chen's waist and abdomen, but gave him a strange sense of security. Wang Chen remembered the last memories before crossing, blood, fire, the cry of a woman, the sorrow of a man, and The sound of smashing, glass shattering, those familiar people lie in the pool of blood, and let the increasingly hot sun bake.
And-those corpses that can eat people.
To this day, he clearly remembers that he wielded an iron rod and hit the throat bone that was exposed to the air, the rotten smell of the corpse's head, the strange touch, at that time, he was bitten by a mad rat The shin seemed to be infected with some virus, his head became more and more dizzy, and his body began to heat up, but he could not treat himself.
Outside the community, without the protection of the wall, we must face the violent animals and corpses on the street as soon as possible.
The survivors concentrated on a remote upstairs in the community, and temporarily organized and waited for the government's rescue. The sound of gunfire kept ringing in the distance, scared them, and brought a meager comfort. Wang Chen had suffered this way. The injured should receive care and treatment in the rear. The survivors collected the medicines that their families and neighbors had kept at home, and a doctor set up a rear emergency room. But when the disaster broke out, it was the time to go to work and the community survived. Of these, there are too few mature men.
Wang Chen had to join the rioting pet dogs and corpses in the community to at least block the gate of the community and create a second line of defense.
Wang Chen did n’t know the cause of the disaster. He only heard that except for their city and other areas in China, under the control of the government, there was no huge chaos. He also did not hear that the animals could be violent and the dead resurrected. The news of a plague like zombies in science fiction works is also the reason why survivors are confident to persist in government rescue. The broadcast has been prompting, and when they return home, the survivors establish an organization and wait for the rescue.
"Maybe it all started with the global meteor shower on the evening of December 21st!"
The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle. I heard that it was an ice-based meteorite. After the disintegration in the atmosphere, some fragments scattered, and one of the meteorite fragments fell into the sea near Wang Chen's city. This is still Wang Chen's friend. As we know when chatting in the group, some people joked that they were going to be meteorite hunters and looking for a tens of thousands of precious meteorites, but someone immediately retorted that the ice-based meteorite should be melted even if it was not burned out. Into the sea.
That night, the sky was red and bloody.
Wang Chen's thoughts were a bit far away, but when the Shangqing Palace Beyond appeared in his sight, he was still a little lost. He squeezed the hardwood stick held by his right hand. The heavy feel was like the iron rod of the day. What went up like the crutches of the Scholar's Mountaineering Association was the third largest weapon in Wang Chen's hands. He carefully wrapped a circle of iron on the top of the staff, hoping that the center of gravity would be better when he beat it.
Wang Chen waited patiently in the forest outside the palace of Shangqing Palace. Until the morning bell sounded quietly, he touched the left side of the Taoist gate. Taoist was built according to the mountain. The top palace and the layout of the palace followed him. It was quite clear that Wang Chen also easily touched the place mentioned by the Master's Palace, which was better to climb the high wall by the mountain. He awkwardly climbed the tree and turned over the wall.
The upper courtyard of the Shangqing Palace was built according to the mountains. More than ten patios and zigzag corridors of different sizes were scattered with the terrain. High, the drop is even three or four stories high.
First, go to the pyrotechnic institute!
In order to go to Sanqing Hall of the main hall to participate in morning classes, the Taoist priests must be on fire. When presiding over the morning classes, always drink tea and hot water! Also wash and clean it! Outsiders and Putong children can deal with cold water, but the three true Taoists must always send hot water!
Therefore, the Daoguan Institute is the morning class of Daoguan every day, and the first one is busy. At this time, the hot water for washing should be sent out, and the water for the morning class is being burned.
The Taoist priests were very quiet. The three Taoist priests in the Pyrotechnic Institute were busy adding firewood and boiling water, but they were in order and did not say a word. Don't look at the thin priests of the Pyrotechnic Institute. The arms are all muscles, carrying dozens of them every day. If a kettle is running around, it is possible for an individual to practise a tendon, and the teacher ’s palace also specifically explained that if he ca n’t kill, do n’t kill those firework priests.
After all, there is incense-the past ancestor of Jiugong was also a Taoist priest from Shangqing Palace.
It can be seen that the work of the Taoist priests and monks is crouching! I'm afraid it's second only to the Library of Scripture, the librarian! After all, the ancestors of Daomen, Lao Tzu, Tai Shang Lao Jun were also the administrators of the Zhou Dynasty National Library.
Wang Chen lifted the iron-clad stick and waited quietly at the corner of a corridor next to the pyrotechnic institute until a fireman priest came out of it with a large hot water teapot and hurriedly went down. He Around the back of the house, he lifted a stick and smashed it on the back of the neck, and the Taoist priests even brought the teapot under the steps.
He seemed to be scalded by the hot water and twitched twice before passing out.
Wang Chen flashed from the side, holding a comatose Taoist ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and threw it in a room not far away. He hesitated a moment, but finally did not choke off the poor Taoist neck bone.
Most of the hot water in the iron pot was spilled, but Wang Chen picked it up and walked straight to the pyrotechnic institute. The two priests were still busy boiling water, and the teacher's palace was already following. Wang Chen gave him a wink and walked straight into the courtyard. The two priests heard the movement, looked up in surprise, and saw an unfamiliar scholar. Then someone stood up and asked, "Where are you, the scholar?" Come in? "
Wang Chen fakely clenched his fist: "The next scholar is passing by, because I love the scenery of Fenghuang Mountain, I just asked the abbot to stay for a day."
"Then ..." What else did the leading fireman Taoist say, Wang Chen had approached him, and the Master Palace had touched it from the back when Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two, hitting that Taoist in the back heavily. On the posterior carotid artery, Wang Chen pretended to be shocked, pointed behind the priest, and when he turned to look, the heavy stick had hit his head.
The Master Gong silently touched it, he picked a Taoist priest similar to his body, and began to pick people's clothes.
And Wang Chen turned around and tied the three leather workers with the cowhide ropes brought by the division's palace, and stuffed a mouthball with a set of mouthballs. This was also brought by him. But Wang Chen knew what to put on a rag. Yes, you can also use the tongue to stick it out. Oral ball is more convenient, so I also made a few and used it on three firework priests.
As for the people behind him, Wang Chen was not prepared to make it so troublesome for them to survive.
The teacher ’s palace pinched his face with flour-like paste for a few times. From a close look, there is still a lot of flaws, but now it is dark, and the fire candles in Taoism do not need to be bright with modern electric lights. Most of the Taoists are short-sighted. At first glance, there are no flaws.
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