From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 93 Taoist magic is magic, and gun magic is magic too!

The more isolated a place is from the outside world, the more people enjoy watching the excitement. From trivial matters to national affairs, everything can become a topic of conversation for them.

After the rolling thunder dissipated, everyone looked up at the sky and confirmed that the dark clouds had vanished without a trace. Several bold, rough men from the marketplace slowly approached the charred corpse.

"Hey, he's really dead!"

"Isn't that obvious? A bolt of lightning that big would have killed him long ago!"

"Those foreign devils committed countless evils; they deserve to die!"

Seeing that the burly men were unharmed, other pedestrians gradually gathered around, whispering and pointing, speculating about why the man had been struck by lightning.

Xiao Miao squeezed into the crowd. His style of dress was clearly not characteristic of this era, but everyone's attention was on the foreigner who had been struck by lightning, and they ignored Xiao Miao instead.

Xiao Miao was happy to do so. He squeezed to the front of the crowd and looked at the dead foreign celestial travelers. For a moment, he felt a sense of sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

He was influenced by the same cultural background and felt particularly close to this world, but the world obviously didn't think so, and even wanted to strike him dead with a bolt of lightning.

Upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to make any mistakes.

For each world, the Skywalkers are undoubtedly invaders, extraterrestrial demons, and the source of chaos.

Xiao Miao thought to himself that if he controlled a world, and a group of beings from the outside world ran into his world, causing trouble and killing each other without restraint... they would definitely be a bunch of viruses!

Killing someone by lightning in one day is too lenient; this kind of thing requires a heavy blow!

"Do you think this foreign devil might be a zombie?"

The people around him were whispering, and the word "zombie" drifted into Xiao Miao's ears. He was startled and perked up his ears to listen carefully.

"You know what, you really think it's possible!"

"Right? The village next door was infested with zombies a while ago, and several people died!"

"Sigh, the world is a dangerous place. Luckily, we're in a big city with lots of people, so the zombies don't dare come near!"

"I can't say for sure, but I'm definitely not going to walk alone at night."

"Hehe, then why not just sleep in a brothel?"

"You've reminded me. Let's go find Little Peach Blossom."

"Excellent! Excellent!"

The two left in a hurry. Xiao Miao originally wanted to follow and hypnotize them to find out the cause and effect of the zombie incident, but the image of the heavenly lightning flashed in his mind, and he immediately gave up the idea.

This world is a deep and murky place; something is definitely not right. It's best to keep a low profile.

Things that ordinary people can chat about and discuss are probably not confidential information. Go to a teahouse or tavern, order tea, snacks, wine, and braised meat, and sit for a few hours; you can hear a lot of similar information.

"Beep~~~Beep~~~"

Accompanied by the piercing sound of police whistles, a team of police officers rushed over, and the onlookers immediately made way for them.

Many people heard the English that the Skywalker shouted before he died, so the person who reported the incident also said that a foreigner had died.

This was a big deal. The police station heard the commotion and took the report very seriously, setting off immediately to the scene.

"Everyone's gone, everyone's gone."

"Stop looking, what's so interesting about a corpse?"

The police began to disperse the crowd, and some of the obedient people turned and left. Xiao Miao followed the crowd and left the scene.

In a deserted alley.

Xiao Miao put down her backpack and unzipped it, discovering that in addition to the emergency supplies she had prepared in advance, there was also a bundled package crammed into the backpack, filling up all the limited space.

Based on the previous two experiences, this package should be a bonus item after the identity has been selected.

Xiao Miao opened the package and took out a loose, dark blue Taoist robe. The robe had no identification marks or similar patterns on it.

Besides the Taoist robe, the package also contained a Hunyuan scarf, which is a small round-topped hat and is also the most common attire for wandering Taoist priests.

Xiao Miao took off his coat, put on a loose Taoist robe, and donned the Hunyuan scarf, instantly feeling that he resembled a folk Taoist priest.

It's a pity that they didn't provide the set of tools commonly used by Taoist priests, such as a peach wood sword, a copper coin sword, a Sanqing bell, a compass, and other ritual implements. Xiao Miao didn't need a full set of equipment, but a peach wood sword for self-defense would have been fine.

However, these are all extras; Xiao Miao can handle them himself. The 1000 points of destiny are well spent; a legitimate identity is the most important thing!

Xiao Miao slung his backpack over his shoulder and returned to the street. Looking around, he saw no obvious city information signs, nor any newsstands or newsboys.

The most pressing issue right now is figuring out where we are – in which movie, novel, anime, or a completely new world.

Xiao Miao walked into a pawnshop on the street and exchanged the supplies in his backpack for two silver dollars and some change.

It was noon, and the streets were gradually becoming less crowded. Xiao Miao walked through two streets and saw a restaurant with many customers.

The restaurant owner focuses on low profit margins and high volume, and the prices are very reasonable, making it popular with students, journalists, and artisans.

Xiao Miao walked into the restaurant and occupied a square table that had just been vacated. The waiter came over to greet her warmly, and Xiao Miao ordered one meat dish and one vegetable dish.

Eating wasn't the goal; gathering intelligence and familiarizing himself with the environment was the most important thing. Also, there was a young man in a yellow Taoist robe in the restaurant who caught Xiao Miao's attention.

Xiao Miao was positioned not far behind the young man. The food was served quickly, and Xiao Miao ate while observing silently.

The Taoist robe was exquisitely crafted, with Bagua patterns painted on the back and Bagua symbols embroidered on the cuffs, making it look more sophisticated than the dark blue Taoist robe Xiao Miao was wearing.

The woman sitting opposite the young Taoist priest was also a key subject of Xiao Miao's observation, because her attire was very incongruous.

The woman had her hair tied in a bun with wispy bangs. She wore a sleeveless, diagonally buttoned fitted top, purple 10D stockings that covered her long legs, and black short-heeled canvas shoes.

Xiao Miao stared at the stockings, lost in thought.

The timeline doesn't match.

Based on conversations among the surrounding guests, Xiao Miao learned that it was the early years of the Republic of China. The Beiyang government in the north and the Republic of China government in the south were locked in a fierce conflict, with a group of warlords affiliated with both sides, fighting each other in a chaotic situation.

As is well known, in 1937, when DuPont was researching rayon, chemist Wallace's team accidentally discovered that a viscous polyester made of coal tar, air and water could be drawn into a thin, strong fibrous thread in a molten state, and nylon material was born.

Nylon stockings were not officially sold until 1940, with a price of $1.15 per pair.

It's definitely an exorbitantly priced consumable, a toy for the super-rich.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible to see something like stockings in the early years of the Republic of China, unless there was a Daoist master from two worlds, or it was a merged world.

Xiao Miao thought about it and felt that this situation was quite normal.

The main world is a complex system where the four realms intersect, so it's quite reasonable for other worlds to collide and merge.

While Xiao Miao was pondering, at the table with the young Taoist priest, the girl's eyes flickered. Noticing Xiao Miao's gaze, she stood up and whispered in the young Taoist priest's ear, "Hey, there's a handsome guy behind you who keeps staring at other people's legs. How about I eat with him for lunch?"

The young Taoist priest lowered his head and ate his rice, pretending not to care: "If you want to eat, just go. You don't have to tell me every time, and you don't have to emphasize that you're handsome..."

"Hehe, because I love seeing you jealous and heartbroken. I'm going to 'eat' now~~~"

The girl said with a smile, then got up and walked towards Xiao Miao, pulled out a bench and sat down opposite him.

"Handsome, do you really like my legs that much? You keep staring at them~" the girl complained sweetly.

[Character: The Corpse Xiaoying]

[Current Synergy: Level 3]

[Draw Cost: 150 Fate Points]

[Ding, contact has been made with a supernatural force: the zombie race]

[Fate Value +200]

Xiao Miao looked at the information on the panel, then at the girl's attire and the young Taoist's furrowed brows.

He had already guessed which storyline he had triggered.

First of all, Xiao Miao must state that he has never used any comic reading software.

Secondly, the storyline I've triggered now should be the 46472 universe.

The initial favorability rating is level three. This woman is either promiscuous, has ulterior motives, or may be both. That young man is also a fake Taoist priest.

No, you're mistaken.

Xiao Miao vehemently denied the girl's accusations.

"Hehe, really? Actually, I don't mind." Xiaoying placed her hands on the table, her palms supporting her cheeks, and her pupils gradually turned a barely perceptible, bewitching red.

Xiao Miao looked at the fake Taoist priest who was peeking: "That's your boyfriend...husband, right? Go back quickly. I have principles. I never touch married women."

After saying that, Xiao Miao felt something rubbing up and down on the inside of his calf. Looking down, he saw that it was Xiao Ying's foot.

What does it taste like? Pshaw, what does it mean?

"He is indeed my husband, but..." Xiaoying winked playfully, "He just likes this kind of thing. If you don't mind him peeking, I'll do whatever you want later!"

666 and the green-haired turtle.

"No, you're not my type." Xiao Miao shook her head again, refusing. "Are you going to do something else? If not, I'm going to eat."

Xiao Ying was beautiful, but compared to the club president, she was like a mayfly in the blue sky. Xiao Miao felt nothing, and even wanted to laugh a little.

After repeated failed attempts to strike up a conversation, Xiaoying lost face and muttered under her breath, "Tch, Yang Weinan~" before getting up and leaving.

She walked to another table and sat down next to two men who looked like rickshaw pullers.

After exchanging a few words, the two men chuckled, their voices lewd and unpleasant. They stopped eating and drinking, called the waiter to settle the bill, and then left the restaurant with Xiaorou in their arms, their hands constantly making strange gestures as they walked.

Many men in the restaurant were actually stealing glances at Xiaoying. Upon seeing this, they immediately cast disdainful looks at the young fake Taoist priest.

This young man is a good friend!

A few seconds later, the fake Taoist priest stood up, bowed, and hurriedly followed.

Xiao Miao waited a few seconds, threw the money for the meal on the table, took out his M1911, and quickly followed.

The dark gray energy is injected into the magazine and firmly adheres to the bullet tip, ready to be fired.

Folk sorcerers, they can't be wrong to exorcise demons and protect the righteous path.

Taoist magic is law, and so is marksmanship!