Chapter 417 Invitation
The whole Chaoyang Village could hear the cold roar. In the dark night, the lights in the village flickered.
The cold wind blew on the ancient trees in the village, lifting up fallen leaves that were scattered in the wind.
No one in Chaoyang Village goes out. Everyone who lives here knows that no matter what happens in Chaoyang Village, they are absolutely not allowed to go out at night.
There were people who went out at night. When everyone woke up the next day, they found that they had gone crazy. No one knew what they had seen, and no one dared to ask them what they had seen.
From then on, no one in Chaoyang Village went out at night.
The night was cold and silent, and the roars and screams were endless. You could also hear loud crashes, like bomb explosions.
Everyone hid in their own homes. Through the windows, they could vaguely see "human" figures flashing outside. They were walking zombies and paper dolls with red lips.
The noise continued until the second half of the night before it gradually died down, but still no one dared to go out. The dark night was like a devil ready to devour anyone at any time.
It was not until the sun rose and the light began to shine on the earth that the people of Chaoyang Village came out.
The storefront of Ruffian Zhang had collapsed to the ground, and the entire cement road in the village was turned upside down, as if it had been lifted up from the bottom by some terrifying thing.
Among the ruins of the shop of Ruffian Zhang, one can vaguely see coffins, and even one of the coffins has been opened, revealing a corpse that has not yet completely decayed.
The villagers were all very secretive about this and didn't even call the police.
A similar incident happened that year. After calling the police, Rascal Zhang came back and the matter was eventually left unresolved. It is said that Rascal Zhang even had a chat with the person who called the police, and no one called the police again afterwards.
The villagers looked at the chaotic land for a while and then continued to do their own things, as if they hadn't seen it.
………
On a mountain outside the village, the sun shone on the hillside, shining on the reflective head of the Buddha and on a pile of minced meat on the hillside.
The Buddha's body was still shaking unnaturally. Even he could not control the piercing pain, which made him feel like he was having an epileptic seizure.
But the Buddha's eyes were still bright and calm, like cold ice.
"How long are you going to play dead?"
"I don't have that much time to waste with you. If you don't have a reply before the sun sets today, then die here."
The Buddha's voice was hoarse and cold, like the last calmness before hysterical madness, and just listening to it was chilling.
Once the suppressed madness breaks out, no one knows what will happen.
Even the gangster Zhang didn't dare to gamble, he could feel that the Buddha's condition was not right.
In the past, Lord Buddha always acted in a methodical manner. Directly attacking his image and offending people is not something that Lord Buddha would do.
Now it is a direct threat. This Buddha will not stop because of one person if he can tear his face to pieces.
At this time, the Buddha will really kill people.
The pieces of meat on the hillside gathered together as if they had life, and after a moment they condensed into the shape of a person, who was none other than the gangster Zhang.
At this moment, Ruffian Zhang's face was extremely pale, like a piece of white paper that had been folded thousands of times and was about to tear completely at any time.
He stared at the Buddha in front of him with his narrow eyes and said coldly:
"You won't live long. I don't know what happened to you, but if you're going to die, why would you bother me?"
The extremely strong aura of death from the Buddha was so strong that even though Ruffian Zhang didn't know any witchcraft, he could guess that the Buddha was on the verge of death.
This is also the reason why the gangster Zhang did not dare to provoke the Buddha. He is a transcendent being on the verge of death, and no one knows what he will do.
The Buddha's voice was cold but mad.
"You can buy time, but before sunset today, you will definitely die."
When talking about death, Ruffian Zhang could feel himself trembling all over. He took a deep breath and said:
"You have to tell me who the big shot is who asked you to do this."
Even if the Buddha encountered a disaster and was about to die suddenly, he would not attack him.
All I can say is that there really is a big shot behind the Buddha who is planning something.
The Buddha still had his back to the ruffian Zhang, and the entangled black energy from his body intertwined to form a huge network, enveloping the entire hill.
At this time, the Buddha turned his head and looked at the ruffian Zhang coldly, saying:
"You want to know?"
"If you know, you will die."
The gangster opened his mouth as if he was choked by something. If he could beat Lord Buddha, he really wanted to kick the bald head in front of him as if he were a ball.
"Okay, you are awesome, Master Buddha. In this line of work, whoever has the bigger fist is right. Today, you have the bigger fist, so I, Ruffian Zhang, will recognize your right."
The word "jianghu" is complicated if you say it is complicated, but it is also really simple if you say it is simple.
Rascal Zhang admitted defeat today. He had already realized that the Buddha really wanted to kill him.
At this time, the midday wind blew through the mountains, and the leaves rustled.
………
As dusk faded and night fell, the ruffian Zhang first returned to Chaoyang Village to deal with the dilapidated storefront. The villagers did not find it strange, as such things often happened in the village.
Ever since the ruffian Zhang came to Chaoyang Village two years ago, the village has hardly been peaceful, but it is not without benefits. Ruffian Zhang gives the village a large sum of money every month.
That is why the villagers turned a blind eye and let the ruffian Zhang do whatever he wanted as long as there was no problem with the villagers.
Of course, this time, Ruffian Zhang was not only dealing with the dilapidated storefront, but was mainly dealing with the related matters of the extraordinary people. He had not done any business for such a night, and he didn't know how many people were now preparing to cause trouble for him.
It was not until late at night that the matter was finally settled.
At night, Ruffian Zhang sat in the repaired storefront with a heavy look on his face.
In the world of extraordinary people, it is difficult to live a peaceful life.
"Fuck, this bald ass really has no idea what's wrong with him."
Ruffian Zhang cursed, but quickly went to find him as the Buddha had instructed.
………
Under the cover of night, Ruffian Zhang followed Master Buddha across the mountains and came to the old house deep in the mountains.
Looking at the overgrown weeds outside the house, Ruffian Zhang frowned, feeling something was wrong.
This place doesn't look like a regular residence at all, and Rascal Zhang also knows that Master Buddha used to live in an old house. How could he not be surprised to see him suddenly move to such a place?
"Master Buddha, who are you hiding from? Why are you going to this remote place?"
Buddha's body was still trembling slightly. The damage left by the curse was greater than he had imagined.
"Don't ask if you shouldn't."
The Buddha said in a cold tone:
"Just wait here."
In the end, Rascal Zhang stayed outside as the Buddha said, because he could feel that the aura of the Buddha, which was suppressed to the brink of madness, was still there, and the deathly aura had not dissipated.
Faced with this person on the verge of death, Ruffian Zhang did not dare to relax at all.
After Master Buddha walked into the old house, Ruffian Zhang's expression changed, and he suddenly felt that the old house had disappeared from his perception.
It's like an illusion that can only be seen but not touched.
"What on earth is this bald ass playing at?"
………
At this moment, in the old house with a sense of the last century, the orange lights have been lit up, shining on the ground and reflecting a faint light.
There was a strong smell of blood on the Buddha's body, but he did not use hot water to dispel the coldness in his body.
He knew that it would take more than a day or two to resolve the curse, and he needed to be prepared to be entangled with it for a long time.
“Sizzle!”
The lights flickered again, and the old servant's wrinkled face changed color.
The old radio that was still playing also made a sound like a cassette tape, sharp and piercing.
This old house, filled with the legacy of the last century, seemed to be suddenly filled with a depressing atmosphere.
The bamboo chair in the old house began to shake at this time, making a "creaking" sound.
A gust of wind blew and the curtains in the room began to sway.
The old servant raised his head again, and the bamboo chair was already dark and filled with confusion.
"The senior is here!"
Even though he was shaking with pain, the Buddha still bowed and saluted.
Just like how he endured the pain to defeat the gangster Zhang before, Foye always believed that to do big things, one must not be too particular about details.
No one is destined to be the protagonist. It all depends on how one can steal the show in this vast life.
"You have done a good job. You will be in charge of handling all these people. You have one and a half months."
A piece of paper fell on the table at the side, and it was covered with words. The old servant only took a glance and saw many familiar names.
These were all people in the industry chain of making money from the dead, but it seemed that he knew many more names than these.
The old servant opened his mouth and said, "One month is too short."
But the Buddha himself said firmly:
"That's enough."
The unclear figure on the bamboo chair paused and said:
"You are quite decisive."
"But I would not send a dying man."
As he spoke, a dark mist rose in front of the Buddha and rushed directly into his brow.
The Buddha only felt a cool breath flowing down his forehead, and the pain in his body quickly subsided, as if some strange balance suddenly appeared between him and the curse.
Under this balance, the curse was no longer a burden on him, but became a part of his body.
The Buddha stretched out his hand and found that he didn't seem to have changed much.
However, his temperament has changed completely. He has become hysterical but with a hint of rationality, and on the edge of rationality is endless madness.
It is no longer as calm as a windless lake.
"Thank you, senior!"
The voice on the bamboo chair was distant and calm, saying lightly:
"Don't thank me. If you can't do it, then it will return to its original state."
The Buddha continued to bow and saluted, his respect not diminishing in the slightest. He said:
"You still don't know how to address me as a senior?"
The voice on the bamboo chair paused and said:
"Just call me Mr. Ming!"
As soon as the words fell, the lights began to flicker again, and the sound of the bamboo chair rubbing against the ground gradually disappeared.
Both the Buddha and the old servant knew that the man had left.
The orange light still shines on the ground, reflecting blurred shadows.
The old servant stepped forward and whispered, "Master Buddha, can you do it in such a short time?"
The Buddha reached out and took out the sunglasses from the pocket of his Tang suit, put them back on his eye sockets, and said:
"Old servant, if you live in this world, you have to earn your own living. No one can help you."
"Now is the time to fight for my life. I have to fight for my life by myself. I want to live a better life, so I have to use all my strength."
There was a sense of vicissitudes in Mr. Buddha's tone, and he seemed to see himself at a crossroads in life.
After a pause, the Buddha continued:
"Go and ask that scoundrel Zhang outside to come in. I have something to tell him."
"yes!"
The old servant nodded and walked out. He had seen the gangster Zhang before. As an important deputy of the Buddha, he knew almost most of the extraordinary people that the Buddha knew.
Rascal Zhang was soon called in. After he walked into the room, he felt that the oppressive feeling he felt outside seemed to have disappeared.
Is that big shot gone?
Ruffian Zhang was uncertain. He looked at the Buddha and said:
"Master Buddha, do you have something to ask me?"
The Buddha nodded, tapped the paper on the table with his fingers and said:
"Look at how much you know on this piece of paper!"
"Um?"
Ruffian Zhang was stunned, because he felt that the deathly aura on the Buddha's body had dissipated, but the hysterical madness still did not disappear.
He could feel that something seemed to have happened to Master Buddha, but Master Buddha obviously did not want to discuss this issue with Ruffian Zhang.
Ruffian Zhang lowered his head and picked up the paper on the table, reading the contents.
"Devil Old Five, Blood Hand Slayer, Corpse Ghost..."
The more the ruffian Zhang read, the more he felt something was wrong. These were all well-known names on the dark side of the extraordinary people. Many of them were not weaker than him, and most of them were even much stronger than him.
What on earth does this bald donkey Buddha want to do?
Ruffian Zhang felt that Master Buddha seemed to be doing something big.
At the end, Ruffian Zhang was the first to stop reading. He looked up at the Buddha and said:
"What is this list?"
Damn it!
Ruffian Zhang actually saw himself on it.
A crazy thought subconsciously flashed through his mind: Could it be that this guy wants to subdue all these people?
There was a cold light on the Buddha's sunglasses, and he said in a cold voice: "This is not what you should ask. Find a piece of paper and mark all the people you know."
"Then we searched house by house."
"Looking for them all?"
Ruffian Zhang felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster.
Buddha shook his head and said coldly: "You don't need to give them all. Find one third of them, and then send invitations to the rest. I'm sure no one will dare to refuse them later."
Under the orange light, Rascal Zhang felt a sense of oppression emanating from Master Buddha.
(End of this chapter)
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