After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Under the cover of night, the huge capital city is like a huge beast lying on the ground, ready to devour its prey.

"Cuckoo~"

The night owl's cry echoed back and forth, making people feel uneasy.

"Hey! Hey! It's dry, be careful with fire."

"At three o'clock in the morning, beware of thieves and thefts, and close the doors and windows."

The old night watchman of West City was beating his bamboo clappers as he patrolled the streets. His voice was still slow and lazy, no different from usual, but if someone followed him they would notice that he was obviously in a hurry.

At this moment, the ancestral bamboo clapper in the old clapper's hand was slightly hot in the cold wind.

"Something is going to happen tonight." Lao Bangzi was almost certain.

Four generations of the Chen family have been night watchmen, and no one has ever died suddenly. No matter what kind of danger they are in, they can always turn it into safety, thanks to their keen sense.

It's a pity that Lao Bangzi has little education. If he could write a book or biography, with the ability of the Chen family, every word he said would become the golden rule for night watchmen.

Lao Bangzi quickened his pace, intending to finish this patrol as soon as possible.

The waning moon hangs high in the sky, with dark clouds and strong winds.

It is said that a dark moon is a good night for murder, and a high wind is a good time for arson.

A dangerous atmosphere is gathering in the air.

It will be much safer if you go through the alley in front of you and enter the street.

But at this moment, there was a slight sound, and a black thing appeared from nowhere and stood in the middle of the alley, blocking the old man's way. A person could vaguely see a dark red dress, not tall, and looked like a hunchbacked old man.

The old man stopped and all the hair on his body stood up.

In my hand, the bamboo clapper, which was originally slightly hot, became almost impossible to hold.

"Hey! Who are you, you evil monster, that dares to block my night patrol? Get out of the way immediately, or I will be rude to you!" The old man took a deep breath, pointed at the thing and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell, full of energy.

This is an ancestral method of keeping the night awake. When patrolling at night, it is inevitable that you will encounter some inexplicable things.

As the saying goes, people are three parts afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven parts afraid of people.

If you are not afraid of the opponent, you have already won half the battle. If you are afraid of the opponent, you have already lost half the battle.

No matter what the opponent is, a loud roar can often solve 70% of the trouble. The remaining 30% depends on fate and strength.

But it was obvious that the thing opposite could not be scared away by just yelling.

Dark red is a color that is not commonly used by ordinary people, and is not liked by the rich and powerful. It is commonly used in only one place - funeral clothes.

With just one glance, Lao Bangzi was actually sure that this thing was very evil. Before the night patrol, the West City Military Department specifically said that a vicious corpse in shrouds had sneaked into the capital, so be careful.

This is the thing in front of me, and I bumped into it.

The method of shocking the night is just a last-ditch effort.

Sure enough, the thing not only did not retreat, but instead rushed towards Lao Bangzi.

When the old man saw this, he turned around and ran away.

The shrill screams echoed in the night wind.

"Help me!!"

A loud shout startled countless nocturnal creatures that were wandering outside the patrol fire.

Looking down from the sky, at least three dark shadows were rushing towards there quickly.

The first person to arrive was a masked man in night clothes. He was extremely agile. He stretched out his hand and lightly slapped the wall, leaving a palm print on it.

"Help, help!"

When the old man saw it, he shouted for help.

The masked man turned into a shadow and passed by Lao Bangzi. He opened his hands and a yellow cloth bag appeared.

He chanted a spell rapidly, and the yellow cloth bag grew taller in the wind and flew towards the shroud and corpse cage.

When the corpse in the shroud saw this, it let out a strange cry and turned away, actually being very frightened of the yellow cloth bag.

However, as soon as the yellow cloth bag opened, a strong wind blew it back, and the corpse in the shroud did not move forward but moved backward, and was sucked in in an instant.

What's even more miraculous is yet to come. After the yellow cloth bag sucked in the corpse, it shrank rapidly. The masked man reached out and took it, then put it on his shoulder. It was like half a bag of rice and flour, which had shrunk several times.

The old man was stunned. This was definitely a strange person.

Seeing the masked man approaching, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you for saving my life, brave man. I am an old man..."

But before he could finish his words, he discovered that the masked man had a gleaming knife in his hand.

The old man took a breath and took it back.

"Help!"

The old man's shrill cry rang out again in the night wind.

The old man turned and ran away.

This is a bad guy!

But his speed was no match for the masked man. The masked man jumped behind Lao Bangzi in a few steps and slashed at his neck with a knife.

If Lao Bangzi had run away at that time, none of this would have happened.

But he should never stop. There is only one kind of person in the world who can keep secrets to the greatest extent, and that is the dead. But even this is not absolute.

But he was not destined to die, as at this moment, something strange happened.

With a whoosh, something dark suddenly hit the masked man.

The masked man's expression changed drastically, and he dropped his knife and retreated like lightning.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the sharp blade that was shining with cold light instantly turned into fragments and enveloped the masked man.

The masked man was caught off guard and had no way to dodge. He was hit on the arm and blood spurted out immediately. The yellow cloth bag also fell to the ground.

"Who is coming?" The masked man covered his arm with a serious expression.

Because it was only then that he discovered that there was a very faint shadow in the darkness at the foot of the opposite wall, and he could only vaguely make out a human figure.

The black weapon in his hand didn't even reflect light, so it was impossible to see what it was.

"I'm Wei Wu, the corpse cremator of Feiyu Guard. Who are you?" The shadow walked out of the darkness under the wall and revealed his true form under the faint moonlight. He turned out to be a young man in coarse linen clothes.

"Flying Fish Guard Crematorium?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in the masked man's eyes.

But he did not fight back. He reached out quickly to grab the yellow cloth bag on the ground and prepared to escape.

The person coming is extremely powerful and strange, so it is not suitable to fight him.

But the next moment, something extremely bizarre happened. He felt a flash before his eyes and found himself standing at the foot of the wall.

Across from him, the young man in sackcloth clothes grinned and bent down to pick up the yellow cloth bag.

"Shift...Shift?"

The masked man's eyes were immediately filled with horror.

The art of shape-shifting comes from Zhuge Liang's secret technique from more than two thousand years ago and has been lost for nearly a thousand years.

It actually reappears in the world today?

"Who are you?" the masked man almost exclaimed.

"Why are you asking again? I'm Wei Wu of the Corpse Crematorium. I'll stick to my name and surname. Remember that." The young man in hemp clothes carried the yellow cloth bag on his shoulder and looked up and down at the masked man, as if he was weighing something.

The masked man suddenly felt like a thorn in his back. Without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped into the yard next to him and disappeared.

He actually ran away.

Seeing this, the young man in hemp clothes curled his lips and cursed: "I'll let you go today, but next time I see you, I'll make you lie down with dignity."

However, at this moment, a curse suddenly sounded in the night wind: "The universe is ineffective, all laws are extinguished, broken!"

The yellow cloth bag made a "swish" sound, and the corpse in the shroud fell out of the bag, running away against the wind.

The young man in hemp clothes took a look and his eyes fixed.

"Where are you running to, my beloved concubine?"