A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Wencai came to the first floor lobby of the Sihai Casino. The casino was doing very good business.

Coming to the roulette table, a skinny old man tremblingly took out a dollar chip and bet on 6.

The roulette wheel stops and the ball lands on 5.

The old man looked ashen. Wencai moved his hand and used the Crane Control Technique to push the ball to the 6 o'clock.

"I won, haha, I won."

The old man cried with joy, and Wencai laughed. Although if the casino lost, he lost too, it was very interesting.

Go out from the main entrance of the casino and come to the street.

On the street where the Sihai Casino is located, there are no gangsters collecting peace money, and no police collecting compliance money. The whole street has good business, and there are vendors hawking their wares everywhere.

Without patrols, thieves increased in number.

Wencai had only taken a few steps when he saw a well-mannered male student in school uniform passing by an old lady as if nothing had happened.

The old lady was carrying a basket, as if she was going to the street to buy vegetables, but she didn't know that her purse had been stolen by a pickpocket disguised as a schoolboy.

The male student remained calm and passed the purse to an accomplice while he looked for his target again.

The invisible Wencai approached the accomplice and put the purse into the storage space.

He walked to the old lady who had lost her purse, and put the purse back into her pocket.

"Hehe, the two thieves may not agree on the amount of the loot, and they might even start a fight."

Wencai smiled secretly.

Now he is just playing, playing around in the world like the gods in ancient legends.

He walked around the street for a few rounds, figured out the rules of invisibility, and then returned to the casino.

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When I returned to Sihai, I found that there was one more person in the office, it was Ouyang Han.

"Advisor Xu, the owner of Sihai Casino, the Heavenly Master of Maoshan, the God of Gamblers of Maoshan, incredible, really incredible."

As soon as Ouyang Han saw Wencai, he immediately made a sound of admiration.

"Mr. Ouyang, do you want to play a few games? Or do you have something else to do?"

Wencai smiled back at Ouyang Han's tut-tut.

Ouyang Han glanced outside, and Wencai immediately understood. With a thought, he activated the Crane Control Technique and the office door slammed shut.

"It's safe here. You can talk without worry."

"Well, the most dangerous place in the world is also the safest place. Wencai, Uncle Jiu's disciple, we need your help to save the nation. I wonder..."

Wencai was not at all surprised that Ouyang Han was a member of the National Salvation Association. To say that he was a devil would be to go against the will of Heaven.

"It is my honor to help the people of the National Salvation Association."

"Okay, please come with me."

Ouyang Han picked up his hat and walked outside.

When they arrived outside the casino, Wencai wanted to drive, but Ouyang Han refused, saying that a car would make them too conspicuous and it would be better to take a rickshaw.

Ouyang Han gave an address, which turned out to be on Si Street.

Ten minutes later, the rickshaw stopped. Ouyang Han paid five cents and took Wencai through the alleys until they finally arrived outside an old house.

"Cang Tian is dead, should Huang Tian be established?"

A man's voice came from inside the door. The voice was strange and it was obvious that he was speaking in a pinched throat.

"I don't care about the sky, I just want the clear sky and bright day."

Ouyang Han finished speaking, and the door opened.

A hunchbacked man led the two people into the house, came to the kitchen, pushed open the stove, and revealed a secret passage.

The hunchback said, "You go in, I'll keep watch."

Ouyang Han didn't say anything, he lowered his head and went into the secret passage. Wencai, firstly because he believed in Ouyang Han and secondly because he was skilled and bold, followed him into the secret passage.

The secret passage is a stone staircase, and after entering it there is a large cellar.

The cellar was extremely spacious, and four secret rooms had been dug out by someone unknown.

As soon as he went down the stairs, Wencai smelled a familiar smell. He stopped suddenly and took two deep breaths.

"The stench of corpses, not the stench of dead bodies, is the stench of zombies, but it's not as strong."

"The stench of the corpse is not musty, it's not an old corpse, and it has a faint smell of blood."

"It's not a zombie. The stench of a zombie's corpse is not bloody. It should be a living person who was poisoned by the corpse."

"The corpse transformation process is about 60 to 70 percent complete. This person has already lost his mind. Hurry up and prepare the glutinous rice."

Wencai said.

He was more proficient in dealing with corpses than in gambling and copying songs, and it had almost become an instinct for him.

Ouyang Han said: "You are indeed the real disciple of Uncle Jiu. Come in with me quickly. Mr. Lu Qiubai has been saved."

Following Ouyang Han, they entered a secret room where a man in his twenties, wearing a green robe, was chained tightly to his chest.

His face was covered in black air, his eyes were blue, and his fingers were long and black, all signs of being poisoned.

"It turns out to be him!"

When Wencai saw this man's face, the plot of Shanghai came to his mind.

Lu Qiubai, Xu Wenqiang's classmate, was a reporter for Minbao and also a patriotic figure in Shanghai.

Because this man denounced the traitor Feng Jingyao in the Minbao, he was beaten half to death by the flatterer Ding Li, and later Feng Jingyao sent people to burn him alive.

How could he be infected with corpse poison?

Wencai has many questions.

"Um, um, I, um, nine, women..."

Lu Qiubai made strange noises and it was unclear what he was saying.

"You, you are Dr. Xu. Now that you are here, Lu Qiubai can be saved."

Wencai looked in the direction of the voice and found another familiar face, it was Zheng Haisheng, the patriotic patriot who was going to commit suicide by cutting his stomach in St. John's that day in order to awaken the people of his country with his blood.

Wencai walked up to Lu Qiubai and tried to untie his chains.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Han and Zheng Haisheng said in unison: "Don't release it, Qiu Bai is extremely poisoned."

Wencai seemed not to have heard and untied the iron chains that were wrapped around Lu Qiubai's body.

"Wow!"

The corpse-like Lu Qiubai jumped up like crazy, his nails instantly grew longer, and a pair of ghost hands with three-inch long black nails grabbed Wencai.

Wencai grabbed the two ghost hands with his left hand, and took out a corpse-suppressing talisman from the storage space with his right hand and pasted it on Lu Qiubai's forehead.

After sticking the talisman on his right hand, he bent his middle finger and pointed his index finger towards the center of Lu Qiubai's eyebrow.

Lu Qiubai was immediately stunned, as if he was under a spell and could not move.

Ouyang Han and Zheng Haisheng were stunned. They knew that even the corpse-like Lu Qiubai was difficult to deal with. It took six or seven patriotic people working together with wooden forks and lassoes to catch and tie up the corpse-like Lu Qiubai.

Sure enough, professional things should be done by professionals.

Zombies have to be caught by a wizard.

Wencai used the corpse-suppressing talisman to point at Lu Qiubai, flipped his eyelids, touched his heart, sighed and said, "There is no heartbeat or breathing. If the heartbeat and breathing are still there, and the qi and blood are still circulating, glutinous rice can be used to penetrate the pores to remove the corpse poison. Alas, it is difficult to cure now."

Ouyang Han said: "If you can't save him, Haisheng, then give Brother Qiubai a quick death."

Zheng Haisheng took out the short knife that he used to commit seppuku last time and pretended to chop off Lu Qiubai's head.

"Stop it. I only said it's difficult to treat, not incurable. You are too cruel."

Wencai hurriedly stopped Zheng Haisheng, fearing that he would act on impulse and chop off Lu Qiubai's head like he did last time.