Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 85 Hot Pot Mountain City
"what!!!"

Li Magan was terrified, his heart leaped into his throat, and he let out a shrill, distorted scream!

The scream rang out in the cold morgue, so sharp it almost pierced eardrums!

Almost at the same moment he screamed!

"Snapped!"

The overhead fluorescent lights seemed to be completely startled by the shout and suddenly went out!

Absolute, suffocating darkness instantly engulfed the entire morgue!

Only the low hum of the freezer compressor continued in the darkness.

"Fatty Wang!" Li Magan's voice was choked with sobs as he waved his arms in terror in the darkness, his blood seemingly frozen.

"Sizzle..." The light bulb struggled, flickered a few more times, and finally lit up again. The pale light filled the room once more.

Li Magan gasped for breath, like a dying fish, and immediately turned his head sharply, staring intently at that corner with wide eyes.

empty!

The corner was empty; there was no sign of the woman in white.
Li Magan suddenly turned to Wang Pangzi's location and cursed, "Wang Pangzi! You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! What nonsense are you spouting, making me paranoid!"

however.

The spot where Fatty Wang was standing is now completely empty!
In the entire morgue, he was the only one left, along with rows of silent, gleaming silver freezers!
A chill even more biting than the air conditioning in a morgue instantly shot from Li Magan's tailbone to the top of his head! His scalp tingled, and his limbs felt icy cold!

Where's Fatty Wang? He's such a big guy, he was just cursing the broken lamp a moment ago, how could he just disappear in the blink of an eye?!

"Zhang...Wang the Fatty?" Li Magan's voice trembled violently, filled with extreme fear, weakly echoing in the empty room, "No...no joke...you...you come out..."

Dead silence.

Only the low hum of the freezer compressor sounded like some ominous background noise.

at this time.

A cold hand, carrying the chill unique to the morgue, silently and gently rested on Li Magan's shoulder.

Then, those cold fingers, slowly and with a chilling gentleness, touched his cheek.

"Well…!"

Li Magan's blood seemed to freeze instantly!
He was frozen in place as if under a spell, his teeth chattering, and even his breathing stopped.

An overwhelming fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, threatening to crush it!

He wanted to move, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't even lift a finger!
Like a rusty robot, he used all his strength to slowly and insanely twist his stiff neck, looking behind him with extreme fear.

A chubby face, trying to suppress a laugh and put on a serious expression, was pressed against his shoulder!

It's Fatty Wang!

"Hahahaha!!" Seeing Li Magan's terrified and pale face, Fatty Wang could no longer hold back and burst into a deafening burst of laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face and he clutched his stomach, unable to straighten up.

"Oh my god! My Li Magan! My Brother Li! You...you were just now...oh my...it was hilarious!"
His face was as white as a sheet! Hahaha! Serves you right for laughing at me, you little bastard!

Karma! Karma! Hahaha!

"Fuck you, Fatty Wang!!!"

Li Magan instantly went from hell to earth. His immense fear was replaced by a surge of rage. His pockmarked face turned bright red with anger, and he swung his fist at Wang Pangzi, yelling, "I'll beat you to death, you bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Ouch! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Just kidding! Just kidding!" Fatty Wang dodged while continuing to laugh so hard he could barely breathe. "I was just kidding because the light was flashing!"

Who knew you were such a coward! Ouch...don't hit my face! I'll treat you to a late-night snack!

After chasing and hitting him a few times, Li Magan's anger subsided considerably.

He was panting heavily, and glared at Fatty Wang fiercely: "You son of a bitch! If you do this again, I'll put you in the freezer! Come on! I'll eat you to death, you little bastard!"

The two men walked out of the morgue, swearing and pushing each other.

Li Magan walked at the back and casually flicked off the switch on the wall.

The heavy iron door slammed shut, cutting off the dim light from the outside corridor.

The morgue was plunged back into complete, frozen, and boundless darkness.

The only sound in this deathly silence was the continuous low hum of the freezer compressor.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Zzzzt..." The faulty fluorescent light flickered abruptly and briefly!
A stark white light instantly illuminated the entire room.

In that extremely brief moment of light.

In the very center of the morgue, on the cold, empty ground, a blurry, indistinct, dark shadow, like a ghost disturbed by a bright light, flashed by in an instant!
The light went out in an instant.

Darkness descended once more, completely and heavily.

From deep within the freezer, there seemed to be a very faint sound, as if something had been pushed from the inside of the metal drawer.

It was pushed open slowly.
click!
Qi Yun walked out of the alley and onto the street.

The night breeze, carrying the cool aroma of butter, brushed against his face. Qi Yun tightened the newspaper-wrapped longsword and looked up.

The streetlights were old, dim tungsten bulbs, their hazy light barely managing to spread out in a few rough circles on the wet cement ground.

The streets were deserted, with gray tenement buildings on both sides, clinging darkly to the black hillside.

Most of the windows were dark, with only a few letting out a faint light, like eyes too sleepy to open.

Halfway up the mountain in the distance, a square clock tower pierces the night, its fluorescent green background highlighting two bright red hands pointing to "12:01".

"Hot pot smells good? Mountain city? Did they just dump me in Chongqing?"

Qi Yun's throat moved, his stomach rumbling with anticipation at the faint, spicy, and savory aroma.

He looked down at his indigo Taoist robe, the fabric gleaming with an old-fashioned sheen under the dim streetlights, and grinned helplessly: "Luckily it's late at night, otherwise I'd probably be stared at like a monkey if I wore this."

He touched his body and found seven taels of loose silver in his pocket that were hard on his hand.

"Let's find a pawnshop first! We'll sell the silver tomorrow morning!"

He walked along the deserted street, his footsteps sounding especially clear in the night.

Turning a corner into a narrower side road, we heard a commotion and the sound of staggering footsteps ahead.

Five figures, supporting each other, swayed and staggered over, the smell of alcohol wafting from afar.

He was holding a half-empty beer bottle and sang out-of-tune pop songs incoherently.

One of them, with a tuft of dyed yellow hair, glanced at Qi Yun walking towards him with hazy, drunken eyes, paused, and his eyes widened.

"Ha! Look!"

The blond-haired man yelled, pointing at Qi Yun with his tongue agape, "What...what era is this? There are still opera singers out here? Haha!"

He exaggeratedly looked Qi Yun up and down in his Taoist robe, "Playing a Taoist priest? You little rascal, you're actually quite convincing!"

A burst of laughter erupted as several drunkards, as if they had discovered something rare, gathered around, their breath reeking of alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat.

"Damn it! Dressed like that in the middle of the night, trying to scare ghosts?"

"Is he an extra who wandered off from some film crew and got lost?"

"Hey, old Taoist! Chant a sutra for us! Liven things up! If you chant well, I'll reward you with a bottle of beer! Haha!"

The foul language mixed with laughter was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Qi Yun frowned slightly, but without stopping, he turned sideways to squeeze through the crowd.

"Hey! What are you running for!" Seeing him about to leave, the blond-haired man, fueled by alcohol, took a step forward, his burly body blocking Qi Yun's path, spitting almost onto Qi Yun's face. "I told you to chant scriptures! Are you deaf? Stand still!"

Qi Yun remained expressionless, his shoulders swaying slightly, his entire body moving like a slippery eel. Huang Mao only saw a blur before Qi Yun slid past him without even touching the hem of his clothes.

He immediately chased after her, raising his hand to grab Qi Yun's shoulder, but Qi Yun easily dodged him with a sidestep.

"Fuck your mother! You dare to hide?!" The blond-haired man couldn't save face, and the alcohol mixed with the anger of being ignored surged to his head.

He yelled and, without thinking, swung the green bottle with half a bottle of beer left in his hand and smashed it hard into Qi Yun's back with a whoosh!
Just as he made his move, a cold glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes.

This time, Qi Yun stopped dodging.

"boom!"

A muffled thud, solid and resounding.

The bottle smashed against Qi Yun's straight back, like hitting an anvil wrapped in cloth.

It landed on the ground with a clatter, rolling underfoot, the pale yellow liquid with foam gushing out.

(End of this chapter)