Strongest Guard

Although the mouth of the monster was emitting a rotting corpse aura, Yue Zitong believed that it was a human.    

    

A living person.    

    

If it wasn't a human, then why did the monster make her wake up from her terror when it was f * cking strong woman that night? Why did it give her an indescribable feeling of strangeness?    

    

Strange?    

    

F * ck your sister, alright, just tell me the truth.    

    

It was not the same as what Fox Helan had described, using a prop to replace it. Instead, it was the feeling of a real saber and a real spear.    

    

That thing was really a rotten corpse. Yue Zitong absolutely could not enjoy that strange feeling.    

    

Therefore, she concluded that eighty percent of the monsters were made up from living people.    

    

There was a twenty percent chance of it being linked to the thriller of a supernatural novel.    

    

Fortunately, it wasn't too hard to figure out whether it was a human or a ghost method.    

    

The bloodstains left on the scene were the best evidence to solve this crime.    

    

After Zong Gaang left in the morning, Yue Zitong waited restlessly.    

    

Now, they finally had confirmed the news!    

    

He found the man.    

    

He found that person!    

    

Zong Gaang's short six words explained everything: "That damned family thing is human, not a ghost."    

    

After asking who it was, without waiting for Zong Gaang's reply, Yue Zitong quickly snatched the folder away. Her trembling hands couldn't even untie the thread, so she just tore it open and started shivering instead.    

    

Some items were dumped out. There was a test form from a DND authority. There was also a photo.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't need to ask anything, nor did she need to look at the test form that looked like a book. Yue Zitong only needed to look at the photo.    

    

The person in the photo was the one who had done her in that night while pretending to be a monster.    

    

"No matter who you are, I will annihilate your entire clan."    

    

Yue Zitong gritted her teeth as she thought about it. She picked up the photo with both hands and stared at it for a moment.    

    

Then, with a blank look on his face, pale with rage, he murmured, "Was that man him that night, that night?"    

    

In the photo, there was an old man in his seventies, standing on a hillside with a flock of sheep.    

    

Even if he didn't have the flock of sheep, just from the old man's clothes, a child could tell that he was just an ordinary old man in the countryside.    

    

Is this nonsense?    

    

A seventy year old rural grandpa would barge into Yue Zitong's bedroom on her wedding night and use his incomparably violent and unreasonable movements to carry her two long legs for at least three minutes?    

    

After being shot again, like a rabbit whose tail had caught on fire, he sprang out the back window and broke out of the encirclement formed by dozens of guards, waiting for news?    

    

This was absolutely bullshit.    

    

Did he really think that the old man in the countryside was someone as evil as Jin Yong's poison?    

    

Furthermore, Yue Zitong had no impression of this grandpa.    

    

Zong Gaang picked up the checklist, lowered his head and said in an almost robotic tone, "According to the DND test results, we quickly identified the suspect's identity in the gene pool and immediately sent someone to fly to Sichuan."    

    

The old man's surname was Liu, and his name was Liu Gang Ming.    

    

The name of "steel nut" fit well with the popular trend of the era when the grandpa was born.    

    

Liu Gang Yi is seventy-three years old this year.    

    

Before the 8th of March, residents of a certain village in the city of Sichuan had been living in their hometown. They had two sons and a daughter, and five grandchildren.    

    

On the 8th day of the third month, Liu arrived at the capital he had longed for since the beginning of his life.    

    

But he wasn't here for fun, and no one invited him to be a guest. He was here to give him money — I'm sorry, the tactful thing was that he had come to a certain hospital in Beijing to see a doctor.    

    

Late stage of some cancer.    

    

After a month of living far away, Liu Gang, who felt that his life wasn't going to end soon, gave up on his own accord to avoid implicating the children. Accompanied by his family, he visited all the famous monuments in Beijing, especially the Thirteen Mausoleum of Books, where he sighed emotionally and said, "The emperor, no matter how impressive he was before he died, would always be a pile of dirt for him."    

    

"Last month around 10 AM on the 28th, with the company of his relatives, the Liushi died in his ancestral home."    

    

Zong Gaang paused for a moment and said, "Today, it is the first seven of the traditional folklore in the hometown of Liu Gang. We were able to find out his whereabouts because he once tested his blood during the General Department treatment — I can responsibly say that the results of this test are indeed valid. "    

    

Last month's 28th was the day of Yue Zitong's Yin wedding with Lee Nanfang's ashes in the western suburbs. At 10 AM, the wedding officially started again.    

    

The time of death of the coin was exactly the same as Yue Zitong's wedding.    

    

With a "putong" sound, Yue Zitong squatted on the chair. Her face was extremely pale, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble.    

    

This incident was even more sinister than the fact that she had suddenly caused a cold wind to blow at her wedding and had been beaten half to death by a strange thing that night.    

    

One couldn't help but think that after Liu Gang had died, his corpse would come to Beijing and slip into Yue Zitong's bridal chamber through the back window, replacing Lee Nanfang's puppet, and do what Xiao Lee had only done half of the time.    

    

Fortunately, it was only half a time …    

    

Zong Gaang spoke again: "On the night of May 28th, it rained heavily at Liu's hometown. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The entire county was shut down. In addition, several landslides occurred. The nearest landslide was less than two hundred meters away. According to our investigation, his family all ran out that night for the sake of safety, and only dared to return home after dawn. "    

    

At this point, Zong Gaang paused and looked hesitant.    

    

Yue Zitong said numbly, "Uncle Zong, things have already come to this, what else is there to say?"    

    

"Yes."    

    

Zong Gaang seemed to grit his teeth, took something out from his pocket and put it on the table. He said softly: "When the family came home, they found his body lying on the ground. Moreover, there was a hole on the birthday suit on the right hip bone of the corpse. Surprised, the family members quickly took a closer look and found the item on the corpse. "    

    

It was a bullet.    

    

A 9: 19 mm bullet, for the Browning M1911.    

    

After Yue Zitong became the head of the family, Zong Gaang specially equipped her with an M1911 Browning pistol for her safety.    

    

On the night of the wedding, Yue Zitong had used the same gun to injure her strange items.    

    

She fired twice that night.    

    

The first shot hit the damn thing.    

    

After the second shot was fired, the bullet hit the glass window and flew out.    

    

When Yue Zitong had fired her second shot, the muzzle of the gun had probably been raised 45 degrees, so after the bullet had shattered the glass, it had flown straight out of the yard wall and landed somewhere outside.    

    

As for the bullet that had wounded the ghost, it was a long time before Yue Zitong found it in the passage between the closet and the wall of the bedroom, while she was cleaning out the dragon and phoenix fetuses that had nearly toppled the house.    

    

The two bullets were nowhere to be found. However, the first shot she fired was found on the corpse of a certain mountain village in a county of Sichuan thousands of miles away.    

    

What did this mean?    

    

It could only mean that the weird thing Yue Zitong had gotten from that strong woman that night was Liu Yue.    

    

No, it was the corpse of Liushi.    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

Zong Gaang noticed that Patriarch Yue's face was getting more and more unsightly. Just as she was about to ask something, she suddenly lowered her head and started vomiting violently.    

    

She wanted to spit out her heart and lungs.    

    

This was because she really couldn't accept it. It was highly likely that she had been ordered by an old goat herdsman — — No, if it was a real old goat herdsman, then my aunt would have accepted it.    

    

However, she was done in by a strong girl, a dead grandpa.    

    

No wonder that ghost had the smell of rotting corpses in its mouth and body that night.    

    

Don't forget that tonight is the night. The temperature has started to rise sharply, causing the old man's corpse in the humble village to become rotten. It was normal for it to stink.    

    

Yue Zitong could not accept this cruel reality. She had vomited her bile and was still vomiting.    

    

Zong Gaang was so anxious that he ran out and shouted for his family doctor to hurry over and save the car.    

    

After hearing Zong Gaang's urgent summons, Expert Liu, who was sixty-eight years old, ran towards the backyard with his medical kit on his back.    

    

Due to running in a hurry, his feet slipped and his head bumped into the bird cage that hung under the grape arbor. The mute eighth brother hurriedly flapped his wings and rushed out from the small door, spreading his wings and flying high into the sky.    

    

Eighth brother didn't know how to talk.    

    

Otherwise, it would definitely announce Patriarch Yue's wailing and wailing words to the world.    

    

"The delicate Patriarch Yue was taken care of by a zombie!"    

    

The mute Bugou wanted to shout out that phrase, but when he thought about it again — it was a mute.    

    

It was in such a hurry that it suddenly fell from the sky upside down.    

    

He fell in front of a pair of shoes.    

    

"I told you so many times not to kill again." It's also good for Ji Yin De to find a wife and give birth to a son with farts and eyes. "How come you can't remember? Aren't you purposely pissing me off?"    

    

Lowering his head to look at the mute, eighth brother. Ye Xiaodao was just about to proudly say, "Teacher, look, the hidden weapon skill is getting stronger and stronger." But someone suddenly slapped the back of his head.    

    

His body was slapped until he staggered forward and almost fell face first onto the ground. Qin Yuguan's dignified, refined, and courteous voice rang Master Dao's eardrums.    

    

"Teacher, it, it's not dead yet."    

    

Ye Xiaodao held his head and jumped to the left to dodge Lao Qin's kick. Just as he said that, he saw his teacher's noble right foot hit the eighth brother's head when it landed.    

    

Eighth brother, who was originally knocked unconscious by the small stone, suddenly stomped his legs. A strand of his vengeful spirit slowly flew towards the west. Finally, he could loudly shout out the secret he wanted to shout the most.    

    

"Teacher, you killed someone."    

    

Ye Xiaodao hurriedly reminded Qin Yuguan as he looked at Qin Yuguan, who was slowly raising his foot as if he was stomping his son to death.    

    

"So what?"    

    

Lao Qin suddenly rolled his eyes and kicked the dead eighth brother into the river not far away. He sneered and said: "A bunch of my sons and daughters, all of them are outstanding heroes in all aspects. Even if the heavens were to punish me, they would not let me give birth to a fart and an eye. "    

    

Your son can give you an eyeless grandson.    

    

Ye Xiaodao only dared to say this in his heart. He wouldn't say it out loud even if he was beaten to death. He changed the topic: "Teacher, is it appropriate for us to scare Yue Zitong like this?"    

    

"Humph, what's wrong with that?"    

    

Qin Yuguan sneered. He slowly raised his left hand and spread out his index and middle fingers, making a very complicated and mysterious gesture.    

    

Ye Xiaodao immediately reacted --    

    

He held a cigarette in both hands and placed it between his fingers.    

    

Qin Yuguan let out a puff of smoke and said lightly, "Since she ignored your Tenth Uncle's persuasion and insisted on doing it, it caused a great psychological damage to that bastard, so she should pay a certain price."    

    

Ye Xiaodao nodded and continued, "However, this price seems to be a bit too cruel."    

    

"Ruthless?"    

    

Lao Qin asked with his eyes slanted.    

    

Ye Xiaodao hurriedly shook his head: "No, not ruthless. Not only is it not vicious, it's a little too benevolent. "