Chapter 4, The Zombie Doctor

Outside the door, Ying Kuanhuai looked at the firearm in Han Wenrui's hand, slightly shook his head, and said in his uniquely refined voice: "Mr. Han, who I am is not important"

For the wealthy, it is uncertain whether money can buy spirits and deities. However, they are very much aware that money can purchase the youth of others and the bodies of others.

The pitiful divine power. "" Should be graciously retracted the water gun, in the room dedicated to the golden-armored deity, the golden body of the deity showed cracks at this moment, and then it shattered into a pile of fragments scattered on the offering table

This is why I would rather earn money as a doctor than break into the homes of these wealthy individuals or officials to steal. "" Weikuan, holding a blood-spraying gun, cautiously searched the surroundings and said in a low voice: "Many of these wealthy individuals and officials are truly despicable characters. Yet, each one is more cowardly than the last, always worshipping deities at home. We small demons..."

The woman hiding inside Han Wenrui's embrace was so frightened that she fainted without even letting out a scream

In a luxurious mansion, Han Wenrui, after taking medication, is passionately engaged with a young and beautiful woman in bed, their unrestrained laughter and cries echoing in the empty mansion, rising and falling.

A faint aura of death slowly emanated from Ying Kuanhuai's body, and a flash of golden light, visible only to those with spiritual insight, burst forth from a room on the second floor. At the same time, a divine thought echoed once more in the hall: "A mere little zombie dares to come out and commit murder! Today, let this deity..."

Ying Kuanhuai looked at the golden-armored deity in the sky, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Alas! It is indeed like this with the rich! The wealthier a person is, the more stingy they become. When buying things, they prefer cheap goods! They even managed to get a counterfeit statue of a deity. It must have been consecrated by a monk of very low skill, one who can only deceive others for food and drink."

There is a saying that goes: Money can make the devil push the millstone

"Hmm! Not bad! This blood pig should last me for a month." Yan Kuanhuai looked at Han Wenrui, who was still in a faint state, with satisfaction. Suddenly, he slapped the back of his head and exclaimed, "Oh no! I forgot to ask for that fifty thousand dollars!"

The blood-spraying gun aimed downwards, intending to subdue the golden-armored deity Ying Kuanhuai, releasing a slender stream of blood.

Upon entering the hall, a powerful divine consciousness immediately reverberated throughout the room: "Which demon dares to intrude upon this residence? Depart at once!"

Outside the dark door stood a figure, a person dressed in a white long robe, approximately 1.78 meters tall, standing there motionless

Having money is good! Such individuals who amass wealth through deceit can also be protected from being disturbed by us, the evil spirits.

Power outage. He should calmly insert both ends of the iron wire he held into the electrical socket on the wall.

Ying Kuanhuai arrived at the second floor of the villa, holding a piece of iron wire bent into a U shape. The wire was surrounded by a layer of plastic tubing, with only a small portion of the metal exposed at both ends

"Who? Who is it? I will pay double the price, no! Triple the price! Don't kill me! Kill those who want me dead." The money magician Han Wenrui, upon hearing the offer to hire him, saw a glimmer of hope for survival once again and quickly quoted a high price to save his own life

"Three times the price? Let me think about it." Yan Kuanghuai said with a troubled expression as he stroked his own fangs, "That's difficult! The woman entrusted to me was a virgin. Your Excellency, no matter how you look at it, he is not a virgin man, right? And you want three times the price?"

Unfortunately, menstrual blood cannot be used to forge magical artifacts. If it were possible, the Nineteenth Layer of Hell..." Ai Kuanhuai shook his head, dismissing this ridiculous thought from his mind

Yanzhi confirmed that it was indeed Han Wenrui who had been brought in, and she quickly stood up and left the clinic where she did not want to stay for even a second

"Who are you? Do you know who I am? Get out!" Han Wenrui said, shaking the gun muzzle slightly, in his usual commanding tone

The woman remained faint on the bed, while a shadow approached the other side of the bed, picking up the object that Han Wenrui had intended to use to attack Ying Kuanhuai from the floor. It held it up to its nose and sniffed it carefully: "Blood clan?" The tone carried a hint of shock, along with a touch of curiosity.

Not long after Ying Kuanhuai left, a black figure swiftly moved into the room

"No! No! I can give you a lot of money." Han Wenrui, resembling a girl in a low-quality soap opera about to be assaulted by a villain, kept retreating while shouting. Suddenly, she took out an object from behind the desk lamp, just as she was about to raise it to shine towards Ying Kuanhuai

A gust of wind swept by outside, causing the branches of the willow tree to strike chaotically against the window, producing a rustling sound

"Why do you not hasten to withdraw? Do you wish to be completely annihilated?" The divine consciousness within the room conveyed a sense of anger, strongly implying that if one did not leave soon, they would be forever trapped here.

"What a delightful ginseng blood! I never expected this person to have been supplementing with ginseng for years! It seems I will also have my first blood pig." Ying Kuanhuai stood up, gripping Han Wenrui's neck and dragging him towards the door. As he passed by the woman, Ying Kuanhuai gathered a bit of corpse energy at his fingertips and touched it to the woman's forehead.

"Who?" Han Wenrui, who had been in a state of tension, hurriedly pulled out a Type 54 pistol from under his pillow and said in a deep voice towards the door: "If you don't want to die, get out!" With the gun in hand, Han Wenrui's tone was evidently much more assertive.

The two individuals reaching a climax in the room were suddenly interrupted by a power outage, which significantly dampened their enthusiasm

"Hehe! It seems that Mr. Han still does not understand his situation." A figure appeared before Han Wenrui, gently swaying. At the same time, he pressed down on the firing pin of Han Wenrui's pistol with his left hand, applying force steadily, gradually bending the steel-made firing pin in the opposite direction.

Money is referred to by people as a universal item

It fully demonstrates the power of money, while also seemingly conveying to people that as long as one has enough money, even ghosts and deities can be bought.

The universe is boundless, and the laws of heaven and earth are borrowed. One should embrace the incantation with an open heart, as the golden-armored deity in the sky transforms into a beam of golden light, entering his mouth and instantly being absorbed and refined into profound energy.

Especially in recent years, Han Wenrui, one of the outstanding private entrepreneurs in Binhai City, has transformed the use of money into an art form. In the business community, he is even humorously referred to as the magician of money

The entire villa was engulfed in darkness and books

Ying Kuanhuai gently pushed Han Wenrui to the ground, smiling as he said: "Do you know why I have never drunk your blood? Because just now, your blood was not boiling enough. In a state of extreme fear, the heart beats faster, and that kind of blood is the most delicious. Now it is just right"

"How could the power go out? I'm so scared," the woman said timidly, curling her body and holding her rounded belly with both hands, her voice beginning to tremble.

As you can see, I am not a human. But rest assured, the reason I am here today is not because of your unreasonable actions towards me during the day. Rather, someone has paid to have me eliminate you. " Ying Kuanhuai gently stroked his two prominent fangs with his thumb, a faint smile always present on his face

The bright bagua mirror, as it was splashed with blood, became dim and lifeless.

Han Wenrui, with his thick and sturdy arms, held the woman in his embrace, comforting her while also reassuring himself, deliberately shouted loudly: "It's all right, it's all right! In this coastal city, no one dares to touch me, Han Wenrui!"

This is the person you wanted. The task is accomplished. Inside the clinic, Ying Kuanhuai threw Han Wenrui in front of Yan Zhi and said: "I guarantee he will not appear again, you may leave now"

The golden-armored deity, wielding a golden whip and adorned in a complete set of golden armor, floats in the air with an extraordinary demeanor, presenting a striking appearance

Two sharp and elongated fangs easily pierced Han Wenrui's throat. The difficulty of the penetration was simpler than that of a man breaking through a woman's hymen.

In the pitch-black and silent villa, the echoes of a few barks from outside, accompanied by the sound of dogs and - images - books, create an exceptionally eerie and terrifying atmosphere

The leakage protector in the villa's distribution room automatically shut off with a snap

At that moment, the door to Han Wenrui's room creaked open with a "creak" sound

Ying Kuanhuai smiled as he took a toy water gun out of his backpack. After a brief pressurization, he gently pulled the trigger towards the bagua mirror, and a thin jet of blood sprayed onto the surface of the mirror.

Upon encountering the blood of menstruation, the golden-armored deity immediately let out a mournful cry, with various white vapors continuously emanating from its body, indicating signs of disappearance

You... you..." Song Kai's hand slipped from the pistol as he witnessed this horrifying scene, tumbling down from the bed in a panic, staring in terror at Lu Chuhuan, who revealed two long fangs.

It is still better to be in the hospital, as one can take advantage of the convenience of examinations to collect women's menstrual blood. This substance is indeed a valuable resource for dispelling those old superstitions and remedies. After retrieving the toy water gun, Ying Kuanhuai took out a silver needle and moved it back and forth inside the door lock, causing the tightly shut door to creak open with a click.

Ying Kuanhuai stood not far from the entrance of the mansion, frowning as he looked at a bagua mirror hanging above the door frame

Ying Kuanhuai suddenly revealed a charming smile and said, "Time's up." In a swift motion, he appeared beside Han Wenrui, quickly tapping both sides of Han Wenrui's shoulder twice with his right hand, followed by the sound of a hard object breaking.

The voice of Han Wenrui and that woman reached Ying Kuanhuai's ears at the same time the door was opened

If a Taoist were here, they would certainly recognize that it is a transformed version of the Taoist "Heart-Extinguishing Finger," a spell specifically designed to erase certain memories that people dare not acknowledge.