377: Chapter 175 Do not ask whose dark history it is 377: Chapter 175 Do not ask whose dark history it is Wang Yunxiao was still very curious about the secret behind Eldest Miss Li.
With just those two moves of Meow Meow Fist, which seemed rather playful, how could she have scared Old Master He to such an extent.
“I’m scared?
I’m not scared; there are plenty of others who are,”
Old Master He stubbornly retorted in a manner unlike his usual self, “I’ll just tell you this: not to mention the south, on Green Forest Road in the entire northern six provinces, any old veteran who can recognize her two moves at a glance will wet their pants, that’s all there is to it.”
“If you put it that way, a secret known by all the old predecessors on Green Forest Road throughout the northern six provinces can’t be much of a secret, right?
Then why can’t you tell me more?”
“Absolutely not!”
Old Master He waved his hands repeatedly: “It’s a dark history, unspeakable, knowing it would do you no good.
I’ll just tell you that there were once three Demon Monarchs in Tianmen, each leaving behind a trail of corpses and seas of blood, their very names enough to stop children’s night cries.
The Claw Technique she learned was the signature cultivation technique of one of them.
This technique originated from Shaolin’s Capture Dragon Skill and was modified into the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds; in essence, it’s playing a musical instrument with a living person as the instrument and flesh and blood as strings, dealing certain death with every move.
Imagine how terrifying that is!”
“What happened after that?”
“What after?”
“What happened to those three Demon Monarchs?”
“They were, of course, subdued by the President!”
“Then what did you mean by ‘overseas’?”
“Hmm…
It’s possible that one of the Demon Monarchs didn’t die and fled overseas.
Now her disciple has come back from abroad.
Imagine if the descendants of those torn apart by her knew about this; would that young girl have a good time?”
“Is tearing people apart with bare hands so terrifying?”
“Yeah, just like tearing Youtiao, ripping a person in half, half for frying and the other half for dumpling filling.”
Although Old Master He spoke very seriously, Wang Yunxiao still felt like he was pulling his leg with a straight face.
He just couldn’t associate delicate Eldest Miss Li with the act of tearing people apart with her bare hands—look at those soft white hands of hers, clearly never subjected to heavy physical work, let alone capable of such a feat.
Not to mention that she was mentally unsound…
He wanted to continue asking, but Old Master He simply refused to say more.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t particularly mind, thinking that if Old Master He wouldn’t tell, he could just ask someone else.
With such a notable title as the three Demon Monarchs, it should be easy to find out.
By noon, Gao Shan came looking for him.
Wang Yunxiao looked up at the sky: “It’s this late; how about we grab a meal before heading over?”
“It’s probably best not to eat, for fear you might throw up later.”
Chen Yuguang had already vomited.
When Wang Yunxiao arrived at the scene fully armed with his men, he saw Chen Yuguang crouching in a corner, hugging a toilet and vomiting relentlessly.
This guy hadn’t had a single day of peace since joining the Special Service Section.
His resistance was too low, to the point of being somewhat allergic to Echo Erosion.
But he had an advantage—his cheerful and outgoing personality meant he recovered quickly.
After finishing vomiting, Chen Yuguang stood up, wiped his mouth, rinsed it with water from a bottle, and said to Wang Yunxiao with a smile, “Chief, it’s genuinely not my fault this time.
It’s just too disgusting inside; nobody could stand it.”
This time, the search was for a Western-style mansion in the city, owned by a high-level executive of Tianle Workshop Chamber of Commerce.
It covered a large area, could truly be called a mansion.
He had thought that the visit would at most involve confiscating property and accounts to find criminal evidence, but upon entering, they were greeted by a monstrous, gruesome scene of zombies gnawing on corpses…
Listening to this, Wang Yunxiao broke out in a sweat and thought to himself, Comrade Gao Shan, do you have a foreign name like Chris?
Why does this have such a strong Resident Evil vibe?
Although Gao Shan had never played Resident Evil, his alertness as a scout was at full throttle; seeing things go south, he didn’t just rush in and become a casualty, but promptly retreated and started calling for backup.
The current situation was that the entire mansion was surrounded.
He had people smash all the windows, use poles to open the curtains from outside, reflect sunlight inside with mirrors, and even had people use megaphones to try and negotiate a surrender from outside.
The saying “experience is forged through real battle” couldn’t be truer.
Gao Shan could now handle special situations like this with ease, even think one step ahead and summarize a set of mature responses.
“Two floors above ground, at least one below.
When we went in, we saw the basement door had been breached from the inside; it’s where those zombies came charging out of,” explained Chen Yuguang, now recovered, providing specific details about the situation inside.
“The villa’s owner, Li Wenhai, deals in maritime trade.
He has a wife, two concubines, two sons, three daughters, and employed twenty-four servants, even one specifically for walking the dog, tsk tsk…”
“How many dogs?”
“Just one, displaying signs of madness, and I had to kill it; it’s at the entrance.”
Wang Yunxiao pushed open the door and immediately spotted the dog’s corpse on the doormat.
A common German Shepherd, strong as a calf, freshly dead with blood from bullet wounds still fresh.
Relative to everything inside, the dog’s body seemed to be the only normal sight in the room.
Just standing by the door, feeling queasy despite the filtered mask and ventilation through broken windows, Wang Yunxiao could already barely stifle the urge to vomit.
Off in the distance, he could glimpse several disfigured corpses scattered on the floor, savaged beyond recognition.
Confronted with this déjà vu scene, Wang Yunxiao pondered on how to tackle a biological crisis if it erupted in this era.
Well…
as long as the author didn’t bestow an absurdly overpowered global contagion buff that allowed for transdimensional spread, it shouldn’t be too serious an issue.
Standing at the door, Wang Yunxiao pulled out his notebook.
“Evil spawn detected, distance 2…”
Wang Yunxiao suddenly looked up and saw the stealthy figure crouched on the ceiling.
Great, even Lord Sucker was here.
There wouldn’t be a few Tyrants hidden in the basement, would there?
Before he could finish his internal monologue, the humanoid creature with limbs splayed across the ceiling leapt down with a thud, baring a mouthful of sharp fangs at him.