Chapter 416: Ruffian Zhang

The flickering lights no longer flickered, and everything returned to normal, like an old TV that had fallen into disrepair.

The floor of the old house was covered in blood, emitting a strong smell of blood, mixed with a hint of corruption.

The rotten corpse was thrown to the ground. Thousands of years of erosion had made the corpse extremely fragile. It shattered into pieces the moment it hit the ground.

The Buddha used all his strength to climb out of the pool of blood. His Tang suit looked like it had been soaked in blood, and no one knew whose blood it was.

Under the orange light, you can faintly see wisps of dark mist looming on the Buddha's body.

With all the wounds of varying sizes on his body, and the dagger-pierced scar on his shoulder, one can vaguely imagine the fierce battle that took place in the coffin.

In fact, the battle situation was more deadly than the injuries he showed.

He dug the corpse out from a huge tomb in the desert of the Western Regions. The tomb was magnificent, as if dragons and tigers were swallowed up in it. Even he could only walk on the edge of the tomb.

There, he found the method of practicing witchcraft and also found the ancient corpse.

He knew that this ancient corpse was the embodiment of a curse, so he brought it back.

But he never thought that one day he would fight a desperate battle with the ancient corpse he brought out. This thing is extremely weird. The external injuries are still relatively good, but the terrifying thing is the curse that will never stop after it penetrates into the bones.

The Buddha was panting heavily. As a powerful practitioner, he seldom felt short of breath, but at this moment he was as tired as a dead dog.

Even using his arms to support his body was a bit difficult.

"Buddha, are you okay?"

The old servant ran over quickly, not caring at all about the blood on the Buddha's body and the ghostly black aura.

But the Buddha stopped him.

"Stay away from me."

The Buddha spoke these words as if he had ice in his mouth, and his breath fell on the blood and condensed into layers of frost.

That curse is indeed something that can really kill you.

As the Buddha thought about this, he felt pain all over his body, as if hands were about to drill out of his body.

But he still forced himself to hold on and said respectfully:

"Senior, I am lucky to have survived."

The bamboo chair was still rocking, and the sound rang out softly.

"Yes, you are alive, which shows that your desire to survive is extremely solid."

"I just asked your servant a question."

"I wonder what the problem is?"

Even though it was difficult for the Buddha to support his body at this moment, he still tried his best to ask.

The businessman seemed to chuckle and said:

“I asked him if he knew how many people were doing what you were doing?”

"He told me there were quite a few."

The Buddha endured the pain in his body and thought:

"Senior, do you want to know who these people are?"

The voice did not respond, but said calmly:

"There is no end to the things in this world. I knew this a long time ago. No matter how dark a thing is, it is always like this. Just because it is dark, no one will stop doing it."

"Things in this world, even among the various religions and classes, each has its own top leaders."

The Buddha frowned, not quite sure what the senior in front of him wanted to say.

"I'll just ask you once, do you want to be the leader of this?"

When the voice fell, the Buddha was stunned, but in an instant he opened his mouth and said:

"think!"

The shaking bamboo chair stopped at this moment.

"You are injured now, but I will give you a chance."

"Ruffian Zhang, you have three days to subdue this man. I don't care if he lives or dies."

"If you haven't done it in three days, then you're out of this business."

"good!"

The Buddha agreed firmly.

The orange light flickered at this moment, and the moment the bright light dimmed, the hidden existence on the bamboo chair disappeared from its original place.

All that was left was blood on the ground, a broken corpse, a mahogany coffin turned over in the room, and two living people.

The moment the man left, the Buddha fell to the ground, splashing blood all over the ground.

The old servant was about to approach him but was stopped by the Buddha.

"Go find some water, I need a bath."

"Do you need me to get some medicine?"

The old servant looked at the blood on the Buddha's body and asked with some heartache.

Buddha shook his head and said, "Just take medicine for external injuries. The force that injured me so badly cannot be cured by medicine."

"Find another clean piece of clothing and some Guanyin soil to spread here to cover the bloodstains."

The old servant hesitated for a moment, looked at the Buddha lying in a pool of blood and said:

"And you?"

"I'm fine. At least I won't die now."

The Buddha used all the strength in his arms to support his body and walked out of the pool of blood.

It's strange to say, his body was obviously soaked in blood, but there was no trace of blood when his feet stepped on the ground.

The Buddha staggered and sat down on a bench. Just this slight movement seemed to cost him his life.

But... at least I survived.

The Buddha took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, as if to calm himself down.

He really almost died just now.

The curse nearly cost him his life.

Even if he wasn't killed outright, it was close.

The Buddha spread out his hands. On the palms of his hands, there was a black mark, like countless silk threads gathered together.

The Buddha looked down at his palm and then looked away, his mind already shifting to other places.

"To survive and to survive at the top are two different concepts after all."

"But even if I had to choose 10,000 times, I would choose the latter."

………

The old servant quickly brought new clothes and a large tub for bathing, and poured enough boiling water into it, and boiling steam rose from it.

But the Buddha did not feel the heat. When he entered the wooden barrel, the steaming water quickly cooled down and then turned into red gas and evaporated.

The water in the wooden barrel disappeared quickly, and the Buddha's voice rang out.

“Keep heating the water until I say stop and then stop.”

The old servant immediately started to move, pouring buckets of hot water into the wooden barrel. This process lasted almost all night.

The old servant almost collapsed from exhaustion, but he persisted.

The night sky seemed to be gradually diluted, the sky changed from black to dark blue, and then from dark blue to light blue.

It was not until dawn in the east when the dazzling golden sunlight pierced through the gaps in the old locust tree and fell into the courtyard of the old house that the Buddha slowly opened his eyes. However, even at this time, his eyes were full of bloodshot, like a man who had not slept for a long time.

He turned over and walked out of the barrel, picked up the clothes beside him and put them on. His body swayed and seemed to be much better than last night.

The old servant said happily:

"Buddha, are you okay?"

But the Buddha shook his head and said, "It's not good, it can only be said that it's barely alive."

"You should go and rest first. I need to think about how to live well."

"yes!"

………

Master Buddha went upstairs to his room, where the furnishings were simple and casual, with only a desk and a small bed.

On the table were the Buddha's luggage. He reached out, opened the suitcase, and took out a slate.

This is the inheritance of witchcraft.

It is also one of the most important things for Buddha.

He now needs to find a way to suppress the curse from above, and then find a way to complete the power that was set up.

The Buddha opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the entire stone slab from top to bottom. There was a unique curse on the stone slab. Anyone who looked at it would feel like a knife was stirring in his brain.

It's just that the Buddha can't finish reading it completely, but what he wants to do now is not to finish reading it, but just to find a way.

"Here... the ancient curse can be transformed into power, at the cost of endless pain."

The Buddha paused for a moment, but quickly memorized this method.

He has no other choice now.

It was not until the afternoon when the old servant woke up from his sleep that the Buddha came down from his room.

"Master Buddha, are you okay?"

The Buddha with a big bald head seemed to be shaking all over, and he seemed to be constantly controlling his body during this shaking.

However, the old servant felt a stronger sense of oppression from the Buddha than before.

The Buddha said with a trembling voice:

"I can't say I'm well, I'm just alive."

"I'll go deal with Ruffian Zhang's matter, you can rest here now."

"Also, boil some more hot water. I might need it."

In the light of dusk, the trembling Buddha walked out of the old house, but disappeared from the old servant's sight in just three or two steps.

………

Rascal Zhang is a nickname, just like Foye is also a nickname.

When people are out in the world, they always use their real names if possible.

The Buddha makes money from the dead, while the gangster Zhang is the channel for selling the stolen goods.

As mentioned before, in this world, all the equally dark people will gather together to form an industrial chain.

It's like opposites attract, a law that applies to most people in this world.

This is true even for the shady business of extraordinary people.

The business that Mr. Fo is doing also has its own industrial chain, and there are countless people involved in this industrial chain.

Buddha knows these people very well. Zhang the Ruffian is one of them. He is a man who doesn't care about his life. Although he calls himself a ruffian, anyone who knows him knows that he is a complete lunatic.

A madman who doesn't care about his life is feared by everyone.

So even though Ruffian Zhang is not the most powerful, he still has a firm grip on his business.

Chaoyang Village is a small village in Jiangyin, but it is an important part of Jiangyin’s black market business.

This is a place where people eat the money of the dead.

Ruffian Zhang is here. He runs a car wash shop. Normally he washes cars peacefully, but when necessary he will pick up tools and open other people's heads.

Of course, in most cases, he would not open the heads of ordinary people, because even if he was a madman, he firmly believed in the truth that harmony brings wealth.

The sun gradually slid from the west, and night enveloped the village. Chaoyang Village has its own rules. Except for extraordinary people, ordinary people are not allowed to go out at night.

But the village was not deserted at this time. On the contrary, Chaoyang Village was really lively at night.

Ruffian Zhang's car wash shop was still open, with orange light seeping from the storefront, and all kinds of "people" carrying coffins walked into the shop.

Under the shining light, busy shadows were swaying in it.

This was a deal that had been negotiated long ago. The only person present on both the buyer and seller side was Ruffian Zhang, and the rest of the people would use various means to transport the goods here.

There are paper people, zombies, and even various monsters.

Therefore, Chaoyang Village also has its own ghost stories. According to legend, this is an ancient cemetery. After nightfall, it becomes a place where wandering souls walk.

But this is actually close to the truth.

But most people don’t know that this is actually a black market.

Of course, the Buddha naturally knew it.

In front of the car wash, Ruffian Zhang came out with a cigarette and saw Master Fo at a glance. He laughed and said:

"Master Buddha, why did you come here in person?"

"Is this a big business coming to me?"

But then, Ruffian Zhang's eyes became fixed. He looked at the trembling body of the Buddha and frowned.

"Master Buddha, there seems to be something wrong with you."

At this time, Master Buddha also raised his head. His cold eyes seemed to contain a hint of hysterical madness. This kind of eyes was very familiar to Ruffian Zhang, as he often had this kind of eyes before he went crazy.

But what about Lord Buddha?

"I'm not here to patronize your business today. I'm here to discuss another business with you."

"What business?"

Ruffian Zhang has also realized that something is wrong. People in this line of work are all mentally prepared for this.

Buddha said in a cold voice: "Follow me, or I will kill you and take over your business."

"Master Buddha, are you serious?"

"What kind of business is this?"

Ruffian Zhang said coldly, his business has completely cooled down.

The Buddha did not give in and replied in the same way:

"A big shot offered me a deal. If you obey, we can be together. If you don't obey, you can only die."

"Big shot? Who are you trying to scare?"

The body of Ruffian Zhang seemed to be torn apart at this moment. Countless flesh and blood like tentacles rushed out of his body and rushed towards the Buddha.

At this moment he seemed to have turned into a complete monster.

The scarlet eyes seemed to want to devour people alive.

A faint green light also bloomed in the Buddha's eyes, like the eyes of a wolf in the night.

That person said it doesn’t matter whether he lives or dies!

"Since you don't want to live, then die!"

In front of the car wash shop owned by Ruffian Zhang, the paper figures, zombies and human skins seemed to explode completely at this moment.

In the dark night, in Chaoyang Village, roars, screams and terrifying sounds that are neither human nor inhuman can be faintly heard.

(End of this chapter)