Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 82: The Attack of the Fortune Rat

"crunch..."

The half-open door was suddenly opened, an old hand was pressed against the door, and then an old man with a hunched back walked out tremblingly.

He was holding a small bowl in his hand, which was filled with rice but very little food.

The old man came to the small stool at the door and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the rice. He then started eating alone with his back against the old wall.

This person seems to be a lonely old man. Judging from the discarded empty bottles piled by the door, he should often go out to scavenge and pick up bottles to sell.

Halfway through the meal, the old man paused, took out a gray photo from his bag, and grinned, as if looking at the photo could make the food in the bowl more delicious.

A young man who was playing games couldn't help it first, so he put away his phone and walked up to the old man. Seeing this, others followed suit.

The old man looked up and was startled to see several tall and strong men staring at him as they walked towards him.

"You...what are you going to do?"

The old man subconsciously shrank into the corner, but unexpectedly those men ignored him and pushed open the door and broke into his home.

"No!" The old man hurriedly followed in.

Soon, a crackling sound was heard in the room.

Lin Beixuan stood at the window in the corridor of the old building opposite, looking at the movement over there through the glass.

"boom…"

Not long after, a golden-haired rat as big as a calf broke through the wall and escaped from the old man's house.

Looking at the huge body of the golden-haired rat, Lin Beixuan's expression was slightly dazed.

However, he reacted quickly and saw the golden-haired rat jump down from the upstairs and land right next to the young man waiting downstairs.

"Zhao Li, stop it."

Along with the golden-haired rat breaking through the wall, a sturdy man with a naked upper body came out. He had thick hair and skin that was a light golden color, like steel. The falling rubble did not cause any damage to him at all.

The young man named Zhao Li threw away his cigarette butt with a smile, looked at the golden-haired rat that fell to the ground, and as if by magic, a peach wood sword appeared in his hand. He rushed towards the golden-haired rat with the sword, and before he got close, he spit out a flame.

"Hiss..."

The flame instantly ignited the peach wood sword, emitting extremely high temperatures.

Before the golden-haired rat could stand firmly on the ground, he saw a sword coming down on his head.

"Ding!!!"

The flaming peach wood sword struck the golden-haired rat's head, producing a sound of metal clashing with metal.

When some elderly people who were passing by with crutches saw this scene, their eyes suddenly widened. They felt that the cold legs that had accompanied them for many years were instantly healed. They picked up their crutches and fled the scene. Their movements were even more agile than many sub-healthy adults.

The golden-haired rat was blocked by the young man with a sword. At this moment, several people upstairs hurried downstairs. One of them took out an oil-paper umbrella and jumped directly from the upstairs. He opened the umbrella in the air and slowly landed on the ground.

These people surrounded the golden-haired rat. Zhao Li showed a mocking expression: "I thought it was some evil spirit causing trouble in the world, but it turned out to be just a rat spirit."

"You, Luocheng, have completely disgraced us secular people."

After hearing what Zhao Li said, the expressions on the faces of the other people were not very good. The face of the man with a flat head and bare upper body was so gloomy that it seemed as if water seemed to drip out of it.

"No nonsense, get rid of this thing quickly."

"The higher-ups have ordered that we keep him alive, so as not to kill him by accident."

"clear."

The others nodded solemnly, only Zhao Li had a disdainful smile on his face.

"It's just a rat spirit. There's no need to make such a fuss. I can handle it alone." The flat-headed man ignored Zhao Li and went straight forward to fight with the golden-haired rat.

His whole body exuded a faint golden color, and there was a sound of metal when his hands crossed. The claws of the golden-haired rat could only leave faint white marks on his body.

There was a flat-headed man blocking the way in front, and the other two looked at each other and took out a handful of fishing nets from the backpacks behind them.

The fishing net looked a bit tattered and black in color, with rotten silt piled up at the junctions of the net. Even from a long distance away, one could smell the strong stench of fish and dead bodies emanating from it.

That is a net used by corpse catchers.

Because they often have to deal with corpses in rivers and lakes, this type of corpse-recovery net is much tougher than ordinary fishing nets. It can salvage heavier objects and is soaked in special corpse oil, which allows it to restrain certain strange things.

As soon as the corpse-catching net was opened, the stench of corpses immediately spread. The two men held the two ends of the net respectively. After the flat-headed man forced the golden-haired rat into the corner, they immediately closed the net and covered it.

The men had obviously cooperated with each other. The man with the flat head punched the golden-haired rat on the head, knocking it unconscious, and then quickly dodged out of the coverage of the corpse-recovery net.

“Sizzle…”

When the pitch-black corpse-recovery net touched the golden rat's fur, it immediately made a sizzling sound like oil poured on batter, and bursts of black smoke rose, leaving burnt marks on it.

The golden-haired mouse let out a miserable howl toward the sky, and its body shrank strangely at this moment, changing at a speed visible to the naked eye to a size smaller than that of an ordinary mouse, and then it crawled out of the net.

The flat-headed man had never expected that the golden-haired rat could change its body again. He immediately stepped out with his right foot, trying to step on the rat.

However, the golden-haired mouse changed its body again, and two identical mice separated from its body and fled in three directions.

"Zhao Li!"

The man with the flat head stepped on the tail of a golden-haired rat, but the other two escaped, so he immediately turned around and shouted to the young man with the sword.

"You don't need to remind me."

Zhao Li narrowed his eyes, and his cheeks swelled up like a toad, and the blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen. With a loud roar, raging flames instantly swept across the two fleeing golden rats.

In the thick flames, the two mice struggled frantically and were soon burned black, like hideous mummies.

"No, the one under your feet is the real one!" Zhao Li's eyes widened and pointed the peach wood sword at the feet of the flat-headed man.

The man with the flat head also felt nervous. He subconsciously focused his attention on the two golden-haired mice that escaped, but ignored the ground under his feet.

When he looked down, there was no trace of the golden-haired rat under his feet. Only a light golden tail was left, struggling and twisting like an earthworm.

"Damn it."

The flat-headed man quickly looked around, but could no longer find any trace of the golden-haired rat.

"It's injured and can't get far. Chase..."

Zhao Li swung his sword to extinguish the flames on the sword. The sword, which should have been burned by the fire, was still as bright and clean as before.

Although he was sarcastic about the flat-headed man and others, a mission was a mission. If they let the culprit who caused the chaos in Los Angeles escape, they would all be punished.

He took out a compass from his arms, and the needle rotated half a circle and pointed to a direction. Zhao Li took a look and immediately chased after him with the flat-headed man and others.

Not long after the few people left, the old men and women who had been hiding in their homes and secretly watching in the alleys came out, marveling at the traces left by the battle.

They had lived for most of their lives and had never seen anyone jump from the sixth floor and survive, let alone a rat as big as a calf. This completely overturned their three views.

Isn’t it said that animals cannot become spirits after the founding of the People’s Republic of China?
Many people began to gather around the old building and discuss its affairs.

At this time, a handsome young man with gloomy eyes suddenly walked into the crowd. After taking a look at the battlefield, he frowned slightly and left in the opposite direction of Zhao Li and others.

In his field of vision, there were a total of two streams of energy appearing on the ground, one was in the direction Zhao Li was chasing, and the other extended in the opposite direction.

(End of this chapter)