Fox Demon Crossing

The man said hurriedly: "I don't know, but that voice must be Lao Wang's wife. She is in the house. We called a few times, but there was no response from the house."

The captain's face suddenly changed, "Something is wrong, there is a fishy smell, something must have happened!"

As he spoke, he picked up the mid-range police riot baton in his hand, rushed into the yard, and kicked the door open.

"The sound came from the inner room..."

He gripped the baton tightly in his hand, his expression tense, and approached the door cautiously. The door was ajar and opened with a gentle push.

In a dark room.

A ray of moonlight shines into the house through the window.

When he opened the door, a strong fishy smell hit him in the face. He saw a black shadow on the ground and thought it was a gangster. When he looked closely, he was immediately frightened and screamed.

There are no criminals at all.

It was clearly Lao Wang, with his mouth full of blood, and lying on the ground was the body of Lao Wang's wife. It was obvious that she was bitten to death by Lao Wang.

"Ow..."

A low growl emanated from deep in his throat.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red. When he saw the living person outside the door, the tempting breath made him unable to help but get up and rush over.

"Depend on!"

"what?!"

In a panic, he stabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder with a stick, but the other party did not react at all. Instead, he grabbed at him with his teeth and claws.

"Old Two and Little Five, come in quickly, Lao Wang may be out of control!"

"Come in and help me subdue him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed in.

Grabbing the middle-aged man's arms together, the two men pushed him to the ground. No matter how the middle-aged man struggled, he could not break free from their control.

"Captain, he's so strong!"

"We can't hold on any longer. Captain, please think of a solution."

"What can I do?" The captain wanted to cry but had no tears. He had never seen such a situation before and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

"What happened?"

At this time, police officers arrived one after another.

After a while, the middle-aged man was tied up with several restraints and carried to the yard.

"Out of control?"

"No, judging by his livid face, it seems more like he's been poisoned."

"Can you wake him up?"

"Let me try."

After several policemen checked, they found that the blood flowing from the middle-aged man had turned black.

"It's poisoning!"

The person who said that he might have been poisoned looked serious and said, "Who has the antidote? Give him one."

"I brought it."

Two people worked together to pry open his mouth, and the other one used his internal force to send an antidote pill into the middle-aged man's stomach.

"This Old Wang actually has fangs. Why didn't I notice it before?" One of the three patrol team members muttered in a low voice.

"Fangs?"

A policeman pinched the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth and pried it open, carefully observing his smelly mouth. While trying to hold back the stench, he actually discovered that the two fangs on the upper sides of the middle-aged man were obviously much longer than the other teeth.

"Ow..."

The middle-aged man who had turned into a corpse kept growling, his eyes full of blood-red light. Although his limbs and head were fixed by restraints, his body was shaking, trying to break free.

Soon, many more people came.

Among them, a pharmacist came forward to check on the middle-aged man's condition.

After the examination, the pharmacist shook his head and said, "The poison has already penetrated his heart. He is beyond help."

"Do you know what poison he was poisoned with?"

"It's a bit like the corpse poison in the south." The pharmacist was silent for a moment, then slowly replied, "It is said that the corpse poison in the south is very strong and roams in the blood. But that's not true. The book records that the body of a person with corpse poison will quickly rot from the inside out until death."

"But this person didn't. On the contrary, his skin felt hardened and his face turned pale. It was obvious that the poison had spread throughout his body, including his brain. But judging from his appearance, he was clearly still alive. I just don't know if his consciousness can be awakened..."

"What should I do?"

The pharmacist said, "Lock him up. I will go back and look through the ancient books to see if I can find similar cases. It's so strange. His heartbeat is so weak, and I can't even feel his pulse. He's obviously not far from death, but he's still so strong."

The pharmacist didn't care too much about the middle-aged man's condition.

Because in the pharmacist's opinion, the middle-aged man was just poisoned by a strange and overbearing poison, and there was no hope of saving him anyway. Waking him up in the middle of the night would not make him feel good.

As for how the middle-aged man was poisoned, there will naturally be someone to investigate.

The profession of pharmacist has existed since ancient times.

If you know about herbs, know how to combine them properly, and can treat corresponding injuries and illnesses, you can be called a pharmacist.

Of course, in this world, pharmacists will further develop into alchemists. It is said that the earliest alchemist was a pharmacist. He accidentally refined elixirs, which gradually formed the alchemist industry.

No one noticed that in the east of Xiaojiazhuang, a black shadow pounced on an old drunkard who was lying drunk on the roadside and bit him on the neck.

Its daybreak.

Someone found an old drunk dead on the side of the road.

Soon, the fat curly-haired man came with a few Black Diamond sheriffs to check the situation.

One of the Black Jade Sheriffs stepped forward, leaned over and looked at the two bloody holes on the old drunkard's neck, and said solemnly, "Second Master, it is certain that it was done by some kind of monster. His blood was sucked dry."

"How come there are monsters in Xiaojiazhuang?" The curly-haired fat man frowned, without any fear. As a Black Jade Sheriff, he had seen many monsters in his daily life. Even in the Taoist Alliance's prison, there were monsters of many races imprisoned.

"My father gave me this task. I must find the blood-sucking monster within three days and kill it. If anyone dares to provoke my Xiao family, I will grind it to ashes." There was murderous intent in his tone.

If he fails to handle this small matter well, his image in the heart of his father Xiao Wancheng will definitely be affected.

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"Look for it. Scatter everyone around and search every place you can find. I don't believe we won't find it."

"Even if we have to turn Xiaojiazhuang upside down, we must find that unknown monster!"

However, they searched all day and didn't find anything.

In desperation, I could only choose to wait at night.

Night falls again.

In Xiaojiazhuang, the number of patrolling and guard personnel is twice as many as before.

There are both visible and hidden sentries watching the periphery, so if any monster appears, it is impossible not to detect it.

At this time, in a basement.

The curly-haired fat man looked at the middle-aged man in the basement who was tied up with several chains. He kept growling and the chains were tight. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure he's dead?"

"That's right, second brother. He has no signs of life." The pharmacist's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He hurriedly explained: "His heartbeat and breathing have stopped, his pulse has disappeared, his body is stiff, and there are even corpse spots on his skin. These are all signs of death."

"Then why is he still moving?"

The curly-haired man asked the key question.

"This..." The pharmacist was at a loss for words. He felt nervous for some unknown reason and blurted out in panic, "Perhaps, there is some force controlling him."

"Um?"

The curly-haired man said in confusion, "Huh?" and muttered, "You mean control?"

“Is it a Gu?”

"The poisonous monster from southern Xinjiang?" The curly-haired man drew out the gold-plated dagger from his waist and took a step forward. Four sword lights flashed, and the middle-aged man's limbs were cut off and he fell to the ground.

However, he still did not die.

Seeing this, the curly-haired man swung his sword again.

The middle-aged man's head was separated, and this time, he completely lost consciousness.

"Is it necessary to behead them?" The curly-haired man seemed to be thinking about something. This was consistent with the characteristics of witchcraft. He remembered that there was a kind of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang that could drill into the human brain to control it, but he couldn't remember the specific name.

Could the visitor be the Gu monster from southern Xinjiang?

"No, it could also be a human Gu Master."

Although Gu Shu was a secret method of the royal family in Southern Xinjiang, some superficial knowledge had been passed down over the years. Some humans accidentally obtained it and mastered simple Gu Shu through research.

"Did you find out how he was poisoned?"

Inspector Heiyao said, "Through investigation and clues, we found that he had eaten a dead chicken that had been drained of blood by a monster before he died. There may be a connection between the two."

The sound of footsteps -

At this time, a figure came running over and said breathlessly: "Brother, it's bad, that woman and the drunkard are resurrected!"

"What?!"

Outside the mourning hall.

Several young people were keeping watch. The son of the old Wang family was on a mission outside and would not be back for at least three days. The old drunkard had no children and was a single old man. The neighbors asked several young people to take turns to help keep watch.

In the early morning, when they were drowsy.

Suddenly there was a noise in the mourning hall, which woke everyone up. They mustered up the courage to go forward and check, and finally found to their horror that the dead wife of Lao Wang had resurrected.

At the same time, the same thing happened in the old drunkard's mourning shed.

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When the curly-haired man arrived, he beheaded them with a sword. Fortunately, they were not quick and no one was injured before that.

The curly-haired man looked grim. He had never expected that two corpses would come back to life one after another. The pharmacist who arrived last said in surprise, "Brother, the symptoms of these two corpses are exactly the same as that of the middle-aged man."

As soon as he said this, his face changed suddenly.

"Pass the message. If you encounter a resurrected person again, behead him immediately. Don't let him get bitten."

"Second brother, this corpse..."

“Burn it.”

The curly-haired man tightly grasped the gilded dagger, as if only in this way could he feel a little safe. He was confused about this series of accidents. He originally thought it was a witchcraft, but now it seems that something is wrong.

Burn the body, just in case.

At the same time, in the back mountain of the Xiao family.

The old man who guards the ancestral tomb is old and exhausted, and his cultivation is declining at a speed visible to the naked eye every day. The old man doesn't care about it and has let it go.

He has never been married or had no children, and he has followed the old patriarch. He has experienced countless battles, both big and small, and now he has retired gloriously, waiting for the destiny to come, so that he can follow the old patriarch with peace of mind.

A simple wooden house.

A black shadow leaped towards the wooden house in the darkness.

The dark shadow gradually revealed its face.

His skin was shriveled and black, and he was wearing a dirty blue Taoist robe. He sniffed the air and stopped in front of the door of the wooden house.

In the wooden house, the old man's breathing stopped.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes and silently reached for the crutch leaning against the bed.

He did not move, but soon the old man could not help but sigh softly.

The next second, a dark shadow broke through the window.

The old man raised his cane, and a silver light shot out from the end of the cane and hit the black shadow's head directly.

“Ah—”

With a roar, the black shadow pounced forward unhindered.

“You…ah…”

The old man stared with wide eyes at the familiar ferocious face and forgot to resist for a moment.

"Old, old patriarch?"

"what--"

Then, peace returned to the cabin.

In the darkness, a strange green hue appeared on the zombie's black skin.

In the early morning, dark clouds covered the sun.

A little Taoist boy, carrying food, strolled along the path leading to the wooden house at the foot of the back mountain.

Because the old man with a cane who guards the tomb is old, has difficulty moving, and lives in a remote area, Xiao Wancheng specially arranges for him to deliver meals on time every day, and this is his only task every day.

Compared with other little Taoist boys who work hard every day from morning to night, his workload seems much easier, making many little Taoist boys envious.

"It's cloudy today. It might rain. I have to go back and collect the clothes."

"Kidnap Grandpa!"

Seeing the door of the wooden house open from afar, the little Taoist boy shouted.

He did not find it strange, because usually the old man would have woken up by this time. But when he got closer, the little Taoist boy was stunned.

Because he found that the wooden door had been damaged.

"Grandpa Guai, are you in there?" The little Taoist boy carefully poked his head in and looked inside.

Suddenly, the bamboo tube containing the food fell to the ground.

"Someone come quickly!"

"Something happened..."

The little Taoist boy's face was pale. He cried for help while crawling towards the manor.

Soon, the curly-haired man came over with his men.

Standing in front of the cabin door and looking inside, they all gasped.

The old man's death was so tragic.

His entire face had rotted away and half of his neck had been bitten off. If it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, it would be impossible to recognize who he was.

A bold Black Jade Inspector stepped forward to take a closer look and suddenly felt sick. There were only bones left under the skin, without even a trace of flesh and blood.

Before, I was being sucked of blood, but now there is nothing left.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?"

"Damn monster, Grandpa Cane is like this..."

Soon, Xiao Wancheng hurried over after hearing the news.

Others were fine, but the old man with the cane was one of the few old men of his father's generation, and he had a very high status. If the old man got into trouble, he couldn't come even if he didn't want to.