Chapter 9

Why do you feel hot?

Mr. Wang looked down and saw a copper coin sword tucked into Wu Xian's back waist.

This copper coin sword emitted a yellow light, and the scorching temperature scorched his pale skin and flesh; his frozen flesh and blood had long lost consciousness, so he didn't notice it until Wu Xian reminded him.

"Ah!"

Mr. Wang screamed, hurriedly let go of Wu Xian, and retreated a distance.

And this subconscious action allowed Wu Xian to regain his ability to act.

"Hehehe, I can worship the god again; should I eat a peach first this time... forget it, this longevity peach is more useful if kept."

He took a bite of the large intestine and found the taste was not bad; it was cleaned very cleanly, without retaining the original taste, so he picked out a piece of large intestine with the most fat and began to eat seriously.

"We found several survivors willing to communicate; through talking to them, I found the reason why this world became like this."

There is a problem with the passage of time in the Fudi; daytime is shorter than nighttime!

"Things that have killed people are murder weapons; things stained with feces, urine, black dog blood, or menstrual blood are filthy objects."

He hurriedly ran out of the unit door and looked up; the sky was gray and white, with thin mist floating in the air, and he could vaguely see the sun hanging in the middle to the west.

While eating, Wen Chao and Fang Zhi also talked about the discoveries they explored.

This evil entity, which cursed Wu Xian, emitted bone-chilling cold air, and was fine even after falling from the ninth floor, died so simply under Wu Xian's sword.

But when Qi Zhiyong lifted the lunch box, his expression stiffened immediately; I saw that the lunch box was actually filled with large intestine rice!

The men were a bit better, but the three women simply wrote their disgust on their faces; if they didn't have a choice, they might never eat this thing in their lives.

This Sui incense is thicker and longer than the previous one, which might prove that Mr. Wang's strength is much stronger than his wife's.

Everyone laughed, especially Wu Xian who laughed the loudest.

But according to Wu Xian's feeling, from dawn to now, it has been at most three hours.

Shi Ji carried the iron bucket wrapped in a quilt behind him to the front and opened it; inside were hot iron lunch boxes.

The short sword woven with copper coins and red thread could barely cut tofu, but it pierced into Mr. Wang's body effortlessly, like a hot knife piercing into lard, emitting a sizzling sound and a burnt smell.

Mr. Wang looked at his chest in horror; two wounds emitted red light, and his flesh and blood were like ice and snow melted by high temperature, gradually turning into a puddle of indescribable filth.

This gathering was organized by him, with the purpose of exchanging information and summarizing information.

"Don't respond, don't look at her!"

He immediately took out Lu Yuzhu's mobile phone to verify, and found that the time had reached one o'clock in the afternoon, and the speed of the minute digits jumping was significantly faster.

He revealed a ferocious smile, turned around and pulled out the copper coin sword, and stabbed two swords into the chest of the panicked Mr. Wang!

Qi Zhiyong's face changed slightly; these were all today's harvests; his weapons were distributed according to value, while Shi Ji's food was shared by everyone; this comparison made him seem very stingy.

When the unit door could finally be opened, looking back, that disgusting puddle of filth had evaporated, and a white Sui incense stick lay on the ground.

Wandering entities are like adults holding guns, while Juanren are children holding guns; although the two have different strengths, the bullets fired are equally deadly.

Wu Xian didn't delay time and hurriedly stuck the copper coin sword, which only had eight sections of blades left, onto the door lock, using the residual heat to melt the cold ice blocking the lock core.

Wen Chao asked curiously: "Are you sure these things are useful against evil entities?"

In this environment, a person who can cook and is willing to cook is far more valuable than imagined.

Shi Ji hurriedly waved his hand: "No no no, everyone has a share of my food."

"As for magical artifacts... heh, you'll know when you see them; these things of mine may not be useful against evil entities, but even if they can only delay time, they might save lives."

"But weapons from the outside world cannot be brought into the Fudi; we can only rely on things found in the Fudi for self-defense; normally, to be effective against evil entities, the best is magical artifacts, followed by murder weapons, and then filthy objects; if none of the above three are available, ironware can barely be used."

Wen Chao wanted to speak, but Qi Zhiyong knew what he was going to ask.

Everyone went out to search for supplies today and found some food more or less, but that couldn't be compared with hot meals at all.

Wu Xian turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but caught a glimpse of the outside of the door and suddenly his face changed slightly.

"No, wait, let's discuss..."

But looking at Shi Ji who was honestly distributing food, he really had no reason to blame him, so he resented Fang Zhi and Wu Xian who laughed the loudest.

The evil entity is down.

Wu Xian smiled; this thing is really suitable for Shi Ji.

He spread out the woven bag in his hand to show it, and quickly closed it: "This is the weapon I collected today, but these things are not easy to find, so whether to distribute them to everyone depends on how much value everyone can provide for the collective."

"We first tried to leave the hostel; after walking a short distance, we were blocked by an invisible barrier; finally, after multi-directional testing, I determined that our range of activity is only the four residential areas centered on Ping'an Hostel."

Qi Zhiyong spread his hands helplessly.

But now the conditions are limited; even if everyone doesn't want to eat large intestine, they only have this one choice.

This means that the time is already afternoon!

Shi Ji said embarrassedly: "The vegetable market here has stopped operating, and there are very few fresh ingredients; I finally found a freezer of frozen pork large intestine..."

"So, please show your value."

"Everything started with a murder case."

He had already been weakened by one layer when he harmed people during the day, and then fell from a high building and was exposed to the sun, so his strength was weakened by another layer; only then was he stabbed to death by Wu Xian with two swords in a weakened state.

Fang Zhi has been targeted by an evil entity; the person who dies tonight is him!

Qi Zhiyong threw a steel pipe to Shi Ji: "This is the mop handle of the hostel; I observed it; this hostel has been washing mops in the urinal, and over the years, this mop handle can be considered a filthy object."

"I am also timid and didn't get any information, but everyone should be hungry after working for so long; I only found these ingredients, so I made a dinner for everyone."

Qi Zhiyong sat in the first seat.

But he knew the urgency, so he paused and continued.

"According to the police investigation results, he dug out his own eyes, and that line of blood words was his last words written with his fingers."

"The case happened in the Huade Mingmen residential area in the north; a single man died at home, his eyes were dug out alive, and there was a line of blood words on the wall."

In this way, wandering entities and humans holding magical artifacts and talismans are actually equal existences; the outcome depends on whose means hits the other first.

In Wen Chao's view, that barrier is incomparably magical and has huge research value; if it can be studied, there might be epoch-making scientific achievements.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit weird.

But even so, the fact that this evil entity died so simply still surprised Wu Xian.

"It's time to go back."

But he didn't need to retaliate.

Fang Zhi asked sarcastically: "Does this meal also need to contribute to the collective to eat?"

"Who knows."

There are no guest rooms on the first floor of Ping'an Hostel, only a spacious hall; nine chairs are placed in the hall, and the nine people who set out to collect information and supplies in the morning are sitting around together, not one less.

"After this case, within three days, seven more people were killed; all victims had their eyes dug out and died bleeding."

"And the residents of the four surrounding residential areas also heard faint clapping sounds at midnight..."

(End of chapter)