The morning stars twinkled above the Phoenix Mountain, and the full moon hung high in the sky. It was a beautiful day with clear skies and sparse clouds. The mountain path twisted and turned across the hill. The dewy weeds wet Wang Chen's shoes. Wang Chen was carrying a cyan cloth package. Inside the package was a small square cake wrapped in the wrapping paper of the most famous Jinji Pastry Shop in Suzhou — gelatinous explosives.
This made Wang Chen look like a scholar carrying snacks up the mountain, if his short hair was ignored.
The finished product of the gelatinous explosives was a pale yellow powder. After mixing with nitroglycerin, it could be molded into a mud like flour. Although it looked like a pastry, it still had a faint smell of chemical raw materials. Wang Chen covered the 'real bombs' with icing and even added some rich spices to cover it up.
Wang Chen felt regretful. If he had more time, when he made the cream, it would be more convenient to cover it up with the framing of western-style pastry. Now these 'real bombs' looked delicious, and no one would doubt it if he said they were new products of Jinji Pastry in this small town where traffic was not developed.
Shi Shigong followed Wang Chen along the path.
Today, they were going to do a deal of extermination, so Wang Chen had to be cautious. He was a new face, and although his short hair was a little eye-catching, the Taoist temple was not the government, and they would not stop and interrogate people. A short-haired stranger going up the mountain in the early hours of the morning was a little strange, but compared to the conspicuous target of Shi Shigong, it was not a big mistake.
After all, the Taoist priests of Shangqing Palace had never seen Wang Chen. If they could recognize him, it would be strange!
The gun in Wang Chen's arms was pointed at his waist, but it gave him a strange sense of security. Wang Chen recalled the last memory he had before he traveled to this world. Blood, fire, women's cries, men's wails, and the sounds of smashing and shattering glass. Those familiar people were lying in pools of blood, being baked by the increasingly hot sun.
And — those cannibalistic corpses.
To this day, he clearly remembered the strange feeling when he swung the iron rod and smashed the head of the corpse, whose throat was exposed to the air and had a rotten smell. At that time, he was bitten on the shin by an irritable and crazy rat. He seemed to have contracted some kind of virus. His head became heavier and heavier, and his body began to heat up. However, he could not treat himself.
After leaving the neighborhood, without the protection of the walls, the first thing they had to face were the rampaging animals and corpses on the streets.
The survivors gathered in a remote building in the community and formed a temporary group, waiting for the government to rescue them. Gunshots kept ringing in the distance, making them afraid, but also bringing a little bit of comfort. Originally, an injured person like Wang Chen should be receiving care and treatment in the rear. The survivors collected the medicines that they and their neighbors always had, and a doctor set up an emergency room in the rear. However, when the disaster broke out, it was the working hours. The survivors in the community were old and young, and there were too few men in their prime.
Wang Chen had to join in the cleaning up of the rampaging pet dogs and corpses in the community. At the very least, he had to block the gate of the community and create a second line of defense.
Wang Chen did not know the cause of the disaster. He only heard that other than their city, the rest of the country was still under the control of the government, and there was no great chaos. There was also no news of a plague that could make the animals go berserk and the dead come back to life, just like the zombie virus in science fiction. This was also the reason why the survivors had the confidence to hold on until the government came to rescue them. The radio kept reminding them to go home and form an organization to wait for the rescue.
"Perhaps, everything originated from the meteor shower that spread all over the world on the night of December 21st!"
The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle. It was said that it was an ice-based meteorite. After it disintegrated in the atmosphere, some of its fragments scattered, and one of the fragments fell into the sea near the city where Wang Chen lived. Wang Chen learned this from his friends in the group chat. Some people joked that they wanted to become meteorite hunters and search for precious meteorites that cost tens of thousands of yuan per gram. However, others immediately retorted that even if the ice-based meteorite did not burn to ashes, it should have melted in the sea.
That night, the sky was as red as blood.
Wang Chen's thoughts were a little far away, but when the side yard of Shangqing Palace appeared in his sight, he was still a little absent-minded. He clenched the hard wooden stick in his right hand and felt that it was heavy, a bit like the iron stick he used that day. This thing looked like the crutch used by scholars when they climbed the mountain, but it was the third weapon in Wang Chen's hand. He carefully wrapped the head of the stick with a circle of iron, hoping that the center of gravity would be more balanced when he swung it.
Wang Chen waited patiently in the woods outside the side yard of Shangqing Palace for a while until the morning bell rang faintly. Only then did he feel his way to the left side of the gate of the Taoist temple. The Taoist temple was built along the mountainside, and Shenggong had explained the terrain and layout of the temple to him very clearly. Wang Chen easily found a place that was easier to climb over the high wall with the help of the mountainside. He clumsily climbed up a tree and climbed over the wall.
The side yard of Shangqing Palace was built along the mountainside. More than a dozen courtyards of different sizes and winding corridors were scattered according to the terrain. However, the mountain gate, the Three Pristines Temple, and the Yellow Emperor Temple were always built on the central axis, solemn and solemn. They were low at the front and high at the back, and the difference was even three or four stories high.
First, he had to go to the Fire Works Yard!
The Taoist fire workers had to heat up the fire before they could go to the main hall, the Three Pristines Temple, to attend the morning classes. When the host of the morning classes recited scriptures, they had to drink tea and hot water! They also had to wash and clean! The outer disciples and ordinary Taoist children could use cold water to cope with it, but the three true Taoist priests had to send hot water!
Therefore, the Fire Works Yard was the busiest yard in the Taoist temple for the morning classes every day. At this time, the hot water for washing should have been sent out and the water for the morning classes should be boiling.
The Taoist priests were very quiet. In the Fire Works Yard, the three Taoist priests were busy adding firewood and boiling water, but they were orderly and silent. Although the Taoist priests in the Fire Works Yard were thin, their arms were full of muscles. Every day, they carried a kettle that weighed dozens of kilograms and ran around. Anyone could have a body full of muscles. Shenggong also specially told them that if they could avoid killing people, they should not kill those Taoist fire workers.
After all, there were incense burning — Patriarch Duke Jiu was also a Taoist fire worker in Shangqing Palace in the past.
It could be seen that the work of the Taoist fire workers and the Fire Works Monk was a crouching tiger and hidden dragon! They were probably second only to the librarians of the Sutras Depository! After all, the ancestor of Taoism, Laozi, Taishang Laojun, was also the librarian of the National Library of the Zhou Dynasty.
Wang Chen picked up the iron-clad heavy stick and waited quietly at the corner of a corridor next to the Institute of Pyrotechnics. When a Taoist priest carrying a large hot water teapot came out from inside and hurried downstairs, Wang Chen went around to the back of the Taoist priest, stood on his tiptoes, and smashed the back of the Taoist priest's neck with the heavy stick. The Taoist priest fell down the stairs together with the teapot.
He seemed to be scalded by the hot water, twitched twice, and then passed out.
Wang Chen flashed over from the side, carried the unconscious Taoist priest, and threw him into a wing room not far away. He hesitated for a moment and finally did not break the poor Taoist priest's neck.
Most of the hot water in the iron kettle was spilled, but Wang Chen still carried it and went straight into the Fire Works Yard. The two Taoist priests were still busy boiling water, and Shenggong had already followed them. Wang Chen winked at him and went straight into the yard. The two Taoist priests heard the noise and looked up in surprise. When they saw a strange scholar, one of them immediately stood up and asked, "Scholar, where did you come from?"
Wang Chen pretended to clasp his hands and said, "I'm a scholar passing by. Because I love the scenery of Phoenix Mountain, I just asked the abbot to let me stay for a day."
"Then you have to …" The Taoist fire worker in front wanted to say something, but Wang Chen had already approached him. Shenggong had already sneaked up from behind when Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two Taoist priests and hit the back of the carotid artery of the Taoist priest behind him. Wang Chen pretended to be shocked and pointed behind the Taoist priest. When he turned his head to look, the heavy stick had already hit his head.
Shenggong sneaked up in silence. He chose a Taoist priest with a similar figure to him and began to strip off his clothes.
Wang Chen turned around and tied up the three Taoist fire workers with the cowhide rope brought by Shenggong. He also stuffed a mouthpiece with a condom into their mouths, which was also brought by Shenggong. Wang Chen knew that stuffing a rag or something like that could be pushed out with the tongue, so the mouthpiece was more useful. So he also made a few and used them on the three Taoist fire workers.
As for the people behind him, Wang Chen did not want to trouble them so much and let them live.
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