Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 146 Vulnerable Groups and Zombie Transformation

In the British Concession, the beautiful western-style building was brightly lit. Charles, who was already over fifty years old, was sitting in the study, flipping through the newspapers sent from Britain, with a half-burned cigar in his hand. There was brewed hand-ground coffee on the corner of the table, emitting a rich milky aroma. On the walls of the study were many enlarged drawings, all of which were works by Gustave Doré.

These dark drawings made the atmosphere in the entire study room even more depressing and heavy.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Charles was suddenly awakened from his thoughts. He put down the cigar in his hand and subconsciously opened the drawer on the right, where there was a short and exquisite pistol.

"who is it?"

He had already instructed his servants not to disturb him unless he called.

And he had no extra visitors today.

It was a rare "rest day" and he wanted to read the newspaper carefully and feel and recall everything about his hometown.

Boom boom boom!
There was a second knock on the door, but no one answered Charles.

Charles had some fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead. He picked up the pistol from the drawer, opened the window and looked out.

The Indian guard with a large turban on his head, who was supposed to be guarding the door, disappeared without a trace.

"Okay! Wait a minute... I'll open the door right away!" After Charles said this, he half leaned out of the window, ready to jump onto the balcony first.

No matter who the person is or what his purpose is, he plans to run away first.

If there is any misunderstanding, wait until there are soldiers with live ammunition around you and then we can talk it out in detail.

On the balcony, Charles looked at the height of the two floors and used his eyes as a ruler, measuring whether he had the ability to jump to the flower bed not far away and use the grass and soil to reduce some of the force of falling.

"Hey! Do you need a ladder?" a voice sounded beside him.

Charles turned his head quickly and saw a young man with a fierce face but a casual look greeting him.

Whenever Charles met a young Chinese like this on the street, he would not even give him a glance, but at this moment he forced a smile: "Let me go, I'll give you any money you want."

As he spoke, Charles took off the Swiss watch on his hand. The dial was made of gold and inlaid with diamonds.

Charles handed the watch to the young man without hesitation.

"High-quality goods, worth at least three hundred pounds."

According to the current exchange rate, one pound is equivalent to about ten dollars, and a watch worth three hundred pounds is equivalent to more than three thousand dollars.

This is already a huge sum of money, at least for Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng took the watch, but still twisted Charles' arm. He first took the gun out of his hand, then twisted his arm and sent him back to the study.

In the study, a man wearing a Zhongshan suit, with a square face and deep eyes, was sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Charles.

“Uncle-master! He wanted to run away, but you pulled him back for me!” Qiu Sheng smiled and handed the watch in his hand to Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji just waved his hand and let Qiu Sheng take it himself.

It was just a watch, and it couldn't be considered a robbery. After all, Mr. Lafayette had already paid for Qiu Sheng.

"Charles?"

"I want to know something, but I hope you can take the initiative to cooperate with me!"

"Otherwise, I can only use some methods that I am not very familiar with." Qiu Chuji stared at the old man from Yingguo who was over fifty years old, wearing pajamas and looked like a scholar.

"Sorry, I can't speak Chinese." Charles' response can only be described as insane.

But it is understandable. After all, no matter how powerful the so-called "big shots" are, most of them will lose their composure when facing life-and-death threats.

Their "superior" demeanor will only be effective when they show off and rely on it fully.

Snapped!
Qiu Sheng slapped Charles in the face: "What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you just talk to me?"

Charles was stunned, and then felt ashamed of his stupidity.

Qiu Chuji frowned. He did not use the Soul Transferring Technique on Charles right away. It was not because he had mental mysophobia, but because the Soul Transferring Technique was not the Soul Searching Technique. No matter how powerful the effect was, the feedback he could get was based on the questions raised.

Now, Qiu Chuji still needs a little bit of Charles' subjective initiative.

No matter in what world context, digging something out of a person's mind is not an easy task.

Even the masters of magic in the world of immortal cultivation cannot filter out all memories and thoughts by using soul-searching methods, and there will still be omissions.

Of course, if Charles showed strong resistance, Qiu Chuji would not mind using the Soul Transfer Technique to make things easier. "Answer my questions and you can live."

"Ignore my questions and die immediately."

"Now I ask and you answer!"

Qiu Chuji's eyes were not on Charles, but on a painting of "Don Quixote" on the opposite wall. It showed an old knight holding a long lance, riding an old horse as skinny as him, facing the windmill of the mill, as if he was about to launch a charge.

"Okay... okay! You ask!" Charles lowered his head, hiding the expression on his face.

"Tell me everything you know about the Fearless Association." Qiu Chuji went straight to the point.

The expression on Charles' face froze slightly, and then he said, "Okay, Mr. Mysterious!"

"The Fearless... Actually, it should have been called 'The Faithless'. You must have come from that world as well. You should know that in this world, there live some unknown dark creatures. They are powerful, mysterious, and even fearless of guns. Just like when the American continent was developed, these guys in the dark followed the immigrant merchant ships and arrived in this Far East."

"But unlike when they occupied the American continent, your local mysterious power is much stronger and harder to provoke. After a period of research, they seem to have discovered that they can develop some monsters beyond the management of the 'God' by combining with your local mysterious power."

"They are planning to create a large number of these monsters and use them to conquer your mysterious world. At the same time, they are also planning to send these monsters back to their homeland to cleanse Europe." Charles seemed to have finally found an outlet for venting. From the way he spoke, it seemed that he had nothing to hide.

"And I... played only a very insignificant role in this, providing them with a small amount of financial support. You know, any business requires money, and I happen to be a banker."

"In fact, I was also threatened. If you have investigated me carefully, you should know that not long ago, I just lost a daughter because of them."

"I am angry but dare not speak out... I am also a member of the vulnerable group."

Charles' face showed appropriate pain, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, making him look like a poor and helpless old man.

"When did you meet, where did they gather, and who is the manager of the Fearless Association in Shanghai?" Qiu Chuji continued to ask.

Charles' previous answer seemed to be sincere, but in fact it was all empty talk.

Charles shook his head. "Every month, they come to me to ask for money, and I communicate with them through my dead daughter and pay them a sum of money. As for their gathering place and who the manager is...please forgive me for not knowing."

"As you can see, I'm just an old man who has no ability to resist the mysterious power."

After hearing this, Qiu Sheng seemed to believe it a little.

Qiu Chuji said, "You seem to be wondering why the two armored zombies hiding in the basement haven't smelled the scent yet?"

Charles' body stiffened, and his cheeks, which had originally had color, turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from him in an instant.

"Qiu Sheng! I'll give you five minutes. I hope you can teach him how to tell the truth." Qiu Chuji said, pushed open the balcony door and walked out.

Charles' screams were immediately heard from the study behind him.

About five minutes later, Qiu Chuji saw Charles again, whose face was swollen.

Qiu Sheng rubbed his fists, and there was a hint of ferocity in his smile and expression?
"They gathered at Qingyun Road in Zhabei. The person in charge is the missionary John Smith. Although on the surface he is a Protestant missionary sent to the Far East, he is actually a servant of the vampire Count Calvin Kurus." Charles spoke out like beans from a bamboo tube.

Obviously, he was not a tough guy and there was no need to torture him. Qiu Sheng just beat him up and he became much more obedient.

"What's so special about that place?" Qiu Chuji did not rush there with Qiu Sheng immediately. He could hear everything in all directions, but he did not hear any movement in Zhabei District. This meant that even if what Charles said was true, that place must have some special settings that could resist wiretapping and peeping.

"This... this I don't know!"

"I really don't know. I just paid the money. Who would talk too much to a wallet?" Charles said aggrievedly.

Qiu Chuji still ignored him and signaled Qiu Sheng to carry Charles. The three of them walked downstairs together, through the living room and then down to the basement.

There were two coffins in the basement. When they were opened, two zombies were seen lying in them.

Their bodies are covered with iron plates, and their rotten flesh is stuck to the armor, further enhancing their defense.

Because of the armor covering their faces, their faces couldn't be seen clearly, and it was difficult to tell their race.

At this moment, they are still sleeping and have not woken up.

When Qiu Chuji entered the villa earlier, he had already mobilized the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth to block their perception.

Most zombies rely on perception and smell to distinguish between friend and foe. Their eyeballs have long since rotted away and are completely useless.

Of course, for special zombies like the little spirit corpse refined by Lin Jiu, their eyes are still useful and can see some things, even things that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes.

(End of this chapter)