Gou Zai, a corpse sewn into a spirit in a mortuary during the Republic of China era, became a spirit

For a fleeting moment, Shen Qianjun's mind went blank:

The machine gunner had already fled; there shouldn't be anyone around the machine gun...

Moreover, according to Shen Molan's report on the phone... wasn't the skeleton carrying the coffin already beaten up by Mr. Qing and Deputy Section Chief Li?

Where did this more muscular and robust skeleton come from?

Is this Xie An's trump card?

He himself had a real body and a fake body, while Xie An had two skeletons...

Thinking of this, Shen Qianjun suddenly felt a chilling cold rush to the top of his head: This boy... is terrifying!

"roar--!!!"

Without giving him any time to think, the soul fire in Luo Bosi's eye sockets suddenly surged!

It placed the machine gun on the ground and, with its arm made entirely of bone, suddenly pulled down the trigger!

Rat-a-tat ...

……

The world was torn apart at that moment!

The distinctive, deep, and continuous roar of the Maxim heavy machine gun exploded through the forest with an almost ferocious force!

That wasn't the burst of a rifle, nor the sharp crack of a pistol, but a metallic storm of steel and gunpowder!

It is the most brutal and direct death scythe of the industrial age!

The gun muzzle spewed out a blazing flame over a foot long, which shone a bright, blood-red light in the forest!

The water inlet cap on the water-cooling cylinder was pushed open by the steam generated by the rapid firing, emitting a hissing sound!

The first bullet hit Shen Qianjun in the left side of his chest!

"when!!!"

Shen Qianjun's body, which was as hard as refined steel, suddenly shuddered, and the huge impact caused him to stagger backward uncontrollably.

Before he could regain his footing, the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth bullet... came one after another like a swarm of enraged bees!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

A torrent of bullets mercilessly pounded against Shen Qianjun!

Chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms...

The once invincible body that drove Xie An to despair was torn apart and shattered piece by piece by the Maxim machine gun, like a terracotta warrior in a storm!

"Clang! Clang! Snap! Splatter!"

The sounds of impact, shattering, and penetration were all mixed together!

Shen Qianjun was forced to retreat, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground. He tried to raise his arm to block, but his forearm bones, after enduring dozens of bullets, cracked under the strain.

He tried to dodge and weave, but he couldn't move his body quickly enough.

With a firing rate of nearly ten bullets per second, the Maxim machine gun produced not just sporadic sparks, but a continuous, blazing, and dazzling whip of fire.

It is a constantly "flowing" wall composed of the interplay of metal and firelight.

Shen Qianjun clearly felt that he was being bombarded by a series of heavy steel walls, making it extremely difficult to move his body!

With every inch he moved, he faced a torrent of bullets, his chest constantly exploding with clusters of blood and flesh the size of bowls, forming a pervasive mist of blood.

"No...no..."

Shen Qianjun let out a terrified and shrill scream.

His body could withstand sporadic rifle bullets, but it was absolutely impossible for him to withstand the metal storm of nearly ten bullets per second!

"impossible……"

Shen Qianjun squeezed out broken syllables from his throat. He saw the flesh and blood on his chest being torn away by bullets like cheap mud, and his proud claws were sent spinning away by a ricocheting bullet.

His vision began to sway and blur... his body became lighter and lighter, and more and more out of control.

"I am... Shen Qianjun... of the Dong lineage... the Governor's Mansion... how could I... die... from... a skeleton's... gun..."

"Xie An, how dare you kill and massacre the people of the Governor's Mansion, how dare you..."

This was the last, chaotic, and unwilling thought in his mind.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

The final round of short bursts.

The three bullets were fired in a triangular pattern. One shattered his exposed sternum, another smashed his jaw as he tried to lift it, and the last one pierced through his forehead, creating a hole the size of a bowl in the back of his head. Brain matter and blood splattered all over the ground, staining the dew-covered grass behind him red.

Shen Qianjun froze completely.

His gradually unfocused eyes were still fixed on the skeleton thirty paces away, controlling the Maxim machine gun... and the boy not far away whose mouth was still bleeding.

In the end... he still fell into the hands of this boy!

As the last thought flashed through his mind, Shen Qianjun's body completely lost its support and fell backward with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, Luo Bosi stopped what she was doing, turned to look at Xie An, and began to gesticulate excitedly, as if she wanted to claim credit.

Xie An stared at Shen Qianjun lying on the ground, still feeling it wasn't enough. "Radish, go over there and keep hitting him! Beat his body to a pulp!"

Click, click.

Luo Bosi's jaw opened and closed, the soul fire in her eye sockets burning almost violently. She picked up a heavy Maxim machine gun, rushed to Shen Qianjun, and pressed the muzzle against Shen Qianjun's head...

Then, he pulled the trigger hard again!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! ! !

The bullet, like a blacksmith's hammer, slammed into that head.

Brain matter, bone fragments, and flesh scraps flew everywhere, spilling several meters away from the prison.

But this is not over yet!

As if sensing her master's anger towards Shen Qianjun, Luo Bosi took it upon herself to move the gun down to Shen Qianjun's neck, chest, abdomen, and limbs...

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! ! !

Shen Qianjun's body was brutally beaten into a sieve, a pile of mud... In the end, only a blurry mixture of flesh and blood remained!

Still not satisfied, the shredded radish continued its rampage...

Until the last bullet was fired with a "click!"

The intense flames from the muzzle vanished instantly, leaving only wisps of acrid smoke rising from the hot barrel and the holes in the muzzle brake.

The gun trembled due to inertia. The last bit of water in the water-cooling cylinder boiled, making a soft "glug" sound, followed by a weak "hiss" of steam.

The thick canvas chain drooped completely, its metal links at the ends swaying limply.

Luo Bosi then slowly loosened her grip on the trigger, looked up at Xie An who was walking towards her, pulled the trigger a few times but no bullets were fired, and then scratched her head... seemingly wondering why there were no bullets left.

Xie An was speechless for a while, but didn't explain much. He gave the radish shreds a thumbs up: "You dried the radish shreds very well."

After receiving praise from her master, Radish, who had lost her Maxim machine gunner, danced with joy.

It seems that for Luo Bosi, Xie An's approval is more important than anything else.

pat.

Xie An walked over to Shen Qianjun's body and examined it. Once he confirmed that the man was completely dead, his tense body instantly relaxed, and a wave of soreness and fatigue washed over him.

Xie An could no longer hold back and lay down on the grass, panting heavily.

Upon learning that the cloaked man was Shen Qianjun, the first thing he did was send a message to Roberts, informing her of the basic procedures for operating the machine gun... and instructing her to carry the machine gun and come to his aid.

Xie An had never used this iron lump before, and he was worried that the radish shreds wouldn't be able to handle it.

Thankfully... the radish didn't disappoint me.

This time, during the hunt in the mountains, we first killed eighteen people, including Shen Molan, and then more than twenty people, including Shen Qianjun... A great victory!

Xie An slowly raised his head and saw the rising sun in the east through the gaps in the leaves of the forest. The morning light fell on his face... warm and comforting.

Looking back on the experience of this night... it feels like a lifetime ago.

When Xie An went into the mountains last night, he never expected... to get such a result.

As the joy of surviving the ordeal faded, Xie An felt a heavy sense of clarity.

He knew very well that his survival this time was not due to his own strength, but rather good luck.

The Corpse's Memories, the Serpent's Help, the Maxim Machine Gun...

Otherwise, the fate of himself, his family, and his companions would most likely be the same as that of other rebels against warlords in this world—turning into cold, lifeless corpses.

Resisting soldiers who have weapons has always been an extremely dangerous thing.

We must never let ourselves get carried away by a few small victories and think we're something special...

Any carelessness or arrogance will come at a bloody price.

But this victory... belongs to me.

This morning, I can finally have a good time.

call!

Xie An let out a long breath, looked at the golden sun overhead, a smile appeared on his lips, and he occasionally let out a laugh like the chimes of a wind chime.

After a long while, Xie An felt that his body had almost recovered, and slowly sat up.

"In the end, I'm still not strong enough. If I had Uncle Fu's strength, with my internal energy penetrating his body, I could kill Shen Qianjun with a single punch. Why would things have gone so dangerously? When I get back to the estate, I'll have to visit Uncle Fu's house more often..."

"But there are still many things to be done."

Thinking of this, Xie An breathed a sigh of relief: "Radish, move the corpse to the riverbank and let Snake Two eat it. While you're at it, ask Snake Two for two pieces of the bone from last time."

Luo Bosi nodded in agreement and began moving the body.

Xie An then walked up to the fake Shen Qianjun and slowly squatted down.

[6 points of Corpse Essence detected]

[Absorbable.]

"Six o'clock...not bad."

Xie An raised his hand and placed it on the fake Shen Qianjun's chest. A chilling aura flowed into Xie An's fingertips and then into the space between his eyebrows. The Corpse Demon Essence on the panel also increased from 6 points to 12 points.

Aside from the essence of the ghouls, there were no other gains.

Xie An was slightly disappointed, and then walked up to Shen Qianjun.

He could sense that this true form contained a considerable amount of corpse demon essence and yin energy, and it was different from the yin energy he had absorbed before.

His pupils contracted instantly when he placed his hand on the pile of minced meat.

[20 points of Ghoul Essence detected.]

[Absorbable.]

Although no other information was displayed, Xie An clearly sensed that something was there.

Just like when I absorbed Chen Daquan's corpse energy and gained the Shadow talent...

No, this time the feeling was heavier and more domineering. It was as if it wasn't just the aura of death, but some kind of "entity" that had accumulated countless fierce obsessions and cruelly forged wills.

Xie An couldn't help but feel a bit more expectant, and the thought arose: to absorb it.