After the gunshot, Gu Liancheng and Song Yuexin only felt pain in their ears.
After all, shooting in such a closed room is simply an act of ear destruction.
Wait for them to react from the buzzing sound, and then look at the young Taoist priest.
He had closed his eyes and was lying on the ground.
The blood on his lower abdomen soaked the Taoist robe.
Gu Liancheng was breathing rapidly. He had always used guns to hunt in hunting grounds, and this was his first time shooting at someone.
It is not allowed to hide guns privately in China, but for a family like his, it is easy to get a few.
However, he had taken lives before, so he was not so panicked this time.
In his eyes, he is just a Taoist priest.
Such monks are either very poor or very rich, and anything that can be solved with money is no big deal.
He quickly put down his gun, ran downstairs, and hugged the injured Song Yuexin.
Song Yuexin's stomach was still bleeding. Fortunately, he was in good health and the shark's healing ability was strong. His condition was getting better, but he was relatively weak.
"He...how is he?"
Song Yuexin asked him, and Gu Liancheng looked at the people on the ground, wondering whether they were alive or dead.
If you were hit by a double-barreled shotgun like this, you probably wouldn't survive.
But we can't let people just lie here, a corpse for no reason. Even if the national leaders come, it will be difficult to exonerate him.
He bent down, picked up Song Yuexin, walked up the stairs, and put him on the bed.
Afterwards, he used the first aid methods he had learned to simply bandage Song Yuexin's wounds.
The situation around the wound has changed from the smooth skin to the looming fish scales.
His hands couldn't help but tremble.
Song Yuexin shouted: "Hiss! It hurts!"
Gu Liancheng remembered that the little canary in front of him was indeed a monster, and it looked like a fish...
But what does it matter if it’s a fish?
Perhaps because of the opponent's identity as a monster, Gu Liancheng cherished Song Yuexin.
Before this, he had always used the other party as Ning Yuesheng's substitute.
Now he felt... that he didn't seem to love Ning Yuesheng that much.
Song Heqing, who was filming in the northwest, never expected that the appearance of Zhang Xuxue, a butterfly, would blow up the crematorium of Chai Wife.
After hastily cleaning the wound, he went downstairs and looked at the messy living room and the motionless "corpse".
Gu Liancheng dialed the phone.
Meanwhile, another call was made.
Not long after, a group of people came and packed up Zhang Xuxue's "body" and carried it out.
The leader asked:
"Mr. Gu, he..."
Gu Liancheng waved his hand:
"Find a hidden place and bury it, don't let others see it."
"yes."
At this time, another voice came from outside the door:
"What can't others see?"
"Who is this Mr. Gu?"
"Hello, I'm his friend, a doctor."
The visitor looked cold and wore glasses.
Seeing his rare friend coming, Gu Liancheng didn't have time to explain, so he pulled him upstairs.
The person who took away the body was a thug raised by the Gu family and specialized in doing some secret work. After all, there were many things that could not be done openly.
Many of them are gangsters who have re-employed, and there are even some heinous people.
If the body is handed over to them, they must be able to find a place where no one can bury it.
Thanks to Gu Liancheng's order to bury it, if it was any other corpse... I guess these people could do it well.
What they didn't know was that there was a famous mountain thousands of miles away.
An old Taoist priest with white hair suddenly opened his eyes.
"Disciple!"
Then disappeared in place.
The guys who were burying the body were working diligently, and they were still a few shovels away from being buried.
"Boss, how much did Mr. Gu pay?"
"Yeah, brothers want to go to the nightclub and have a good time."
Unfortunately, the boss did not reply to their words. When they looked back, a cold light flashed across his face.
The people present didn't even know what was going on, and their heads fell to the ground.
The last sight before death was to watch his head fly away from his body.
The old Taoist priest directly used a spell to pull Zhang Xuxue's body out of the mound.
And breathe!
Zhang Xuxue is not dead. After all, he is a foundation-building monk. Although he cannot reach the level of steel and iron bones, he is still extraordinary.
Unfortunately, he was accidentally shot by a double-barreled shotgun. Although he was not dead, he was unable to move.
A shotgun of such a caliber, not to mention the bullet hitting the Dantian in the lower abdomen.
The old Taoist priest first stuffed him with a few pills, and then began to perform exercises to heal his injuries.
Slowly, he finally woke up, breathless:
"Master..."
"Hey, kid, master is here... let's go back first."
In the villa, Song Yuexin's injury has stabilized.
Maybe it was his doctor friend who looked at Song Yuexin in an increasingly weird way.
After Gu Liancheng was done with him, he quickly drove the person away.
As for the death of the Taoist priest just now, he has already forgotten it.
In this way, three days passed without incident.
Gu Liancheng didn't go out these days and stayed at home with Song Yuexin.
Since the weather was nice that day, Song Yuexin wanted to go out for a walk, so Gu Liancheng found him a wheelchair.
Push him out to bask in the sun.
As a result, something felt wrong while walking. Why did it feel like this tree-lined path had no end?
And there was silence all around, no sound at all.
You know, there are many small animals in this high-end community, and they are noisy during the day. How could there be no sound at all.
"Where are you two kids going?"
The sudden movement shocked both of their bodies.
They saw that the speaker was an elderly man. He was sitting cross-legged on the rockery. He had white hair and a white beard, and he was full of fairy spirit.
The most important thing is that he is wearing a navy blue robe.
When they saw the Taoist robe, their hearts tightened.
Song Yuexin's face turned pale. Gu Liancheng held his hand tightly, relying on the warmth transmitted between his hands, and said calmly:
"Let's just take a walk. The sun is getting bigger and bigger. We've had enough wandering and it's time to go back. You can do whatever you want, old man."
After saying that, he had to push the wheelchair back.
The old Taoist priest continued to ask:
"Wait a minute, have you seen my disciple? He is about the same age as you, and he looks good..."
"No... never seen it."
"I've never seen it before!" The old man's voice suddenly rose in pitch, and to their ears, it was like a thunderous bell.
All the courage left in my heart was gone.
The old Taoist priest sounded a little excited:
"My disciple is a genius who comes only once in a thousand years, but as a result, you caused his Dantian to be injured, and he will never be able to practice again. My inheritance of the Heavenly Master Dao has been cut off because of this. I really deserve to die!"
After saying that, the old man struck with a palm and aimed it directly at Gu Liancheng.
This palm knocked him ten meters away.
After Gu Liancheng's body fell to the ground, the old Taoist priest moved to his side and found that he was not dead.
"How is it possible! You took this slap from me and you're not dead yet?"
The old Taoist priest obviously wanted Gu Liancheng to die, as it would end his family's inheritance.
He raised his hand again, condensing his magic power, and just when he was about to strike the final blow, the sky changed.
Heavy dark clouds quickly enveloped the sky.
Between the black clouds, arcs of electricity flashed from time to time, accompanied by dull thunder.
The old Taoist priest looked up and said in disbelief:
"How is it possible, Son of Heaven?"
