Taoist priest goes to America

Just as Li An was about to select the [Flesh and Blood Split] skill, something new appeared on the system screen.

[The host has detected that the creature being driven away by the host is a mutated evolved form. Given the value of the Corpse Servant's characteristics, an exception is made, allowing the host to bind two skills simultaneously in this settlement.]

[This permission only applies to special calculations for mutated evolved forms. For subsequent calculations involving ordinary individuals, single-selection will be restored.]

The system encourages the host to continue hunting for such high-value targets.

Li An was stunned. He looked down at the three skills on the panel.

There are actually two spots? Although he has to give up one, it's still a very generous reward, considering he had previously struggled to choose between two good options.

He mentally reviewed the options: flesh splitting would give the zombies ranged attacks and allow them to fly, making it almost a must-have.

That means you have to choose between [Mental Power Burst] and [Hunter Tracking].

What he lacks most right now is indeed a means of location tracking, but the prerequisite for the active part of the [Hunter Tracking] skill is that the item has come into contact with the target, which cannot be met in many cases.

Moreover, being able to read the memories of a corpse can be considered a way to compensate for the lack of tracking methods.

The burst of mental energy is like a last resort, and the key point is that this thing enhances one's strength.

All power originates from violence; to have the power of life and death, the most important thing is to possess great violence.

Ang Lee chose the themes of flesh and blood tearing apart and the outpouring of mental energy.

As he withdrew his hand from the screen, something suddenly occurred to him.

If the exception privilege could only be triggered if the target of the corpse-driving was a "special corpse" like Chigur, then Maria on the bus, the superhuman whose throat had been modified by the Vought Corporation and who controlled people with her roars, should also be considered a "special corpse," right?

If I had driven her away back then, I would have gained two more skills now.

Ang Lee gritted his teeth; he didn't keep Maria's body. He had Old White dispose of it on the bus. Old White chewed up and swallowed the entire body that had been modified by the Vought Organization.

At the time, he thought that such a person didn't deserve to have a complete corpse, but now he regrets it. He shouldn't have acted impulsively and lost his temper, missing out on two skills.

I must be calmer in the future and not act impulsively.

"Damn it," Li An muttered.

The system made an exception for Chigur, indicating that "special corpses" have extra weight. Maria was also considered a "special corpse," but he personally sent her away.

He put Old Bai into the puppet, walked up to the Qiguer puppet, looked it over for a while, and then took a curse puppet off his belt.

This apocalyptic puppet was roughly carved by him when he was bored at the inn; it was not finely crafted.

He tried to infuse his mental energy into the puppet as he had done before when using the apocalyptic incantation, waiting for it to unfold, expand, and take shape, but the puppet did not move.

When his spiritual power probed in, it was as if he touched a hard shell, blocked like a warm face pressed against a cold backside.

He tried again, but there was still no response.

Li An was speechless. The level of the black-haired zombie was too high, far exceeding the carrying capacity of his roughly carved apotropaic charm.

Although those willow wood charms could contain Isya and Doyle, they were no longer effective on Chigur.

He needs to carve it in detail, and then add materials such as amulets and peach charms to make it into a higher-level amulet before he can put it in.

The only way now is to cover it with a cloth and let it follow you outside, just like we did with Old White in the first place.

He bent down and looked around, trying to find a larger piece of cloth, but the room had been blown up and was now just ruins.

Ang Lee picked up a large piece of the curtain that hadn't completely burned from the ground, shook off the ash, and draped it over Chigur.

The curtain was hooked directly by barbs and hung naturally on the surface of the chigurh. From the front, it looked like a half-draped garment, covering most of its body.

Then he draped the remaining curtain over Chigur's head, letting the edges hang down to cover his face and neck.

Ang Lee heard a commotion downstairs; someone was shouting loudly, and there was the sound of a fire alarm.

Li An glanced out the window; it was already pitch black. It was eight o'clock in the evening. He had only rested for less than eighteen hours before he had to plunge into the darkness again to flee for his life.

Ang Lee hurriedly led Chigur downstairs, opened the door of Chigur's car, got into the driver's seat, and put Chigur in the passenger seat.

He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, then looked down at his Taoist robe. The sleeve was torn, his body was covered in dust and dried blood, his trousers had many scratches, and the soles of his Shifang shoes were worn thin. He looked more conspicuous on the street than he was wearing the robe itself.

Ang Lee felt his pockets; he still had enough cash to buy a complete suit and shirt, but he urgently needed to change out of his current outfit.

……

Ang Lee drove into the city and found a men's clothing store that was still open on a street near the river.

He walked into the men's clothing store, where warm yellow lights shone on the dark wooden floor, and neat suits hung on racks on both sides.

A shop assistant was tidying up tie boxes behind the counter. She looked up at him, noticed his dusty cuffs and worn-out trousers, then looked away without asking any questions.

Ang Lee walked around the whole place, reaching out to touch the fabric of several suits. Some were made of synthetic fibers, smooth and thin to the touch, while others were made of pure wool, thick but not heavy, with a matte texture.

He finally chose a dark black wool suit with straight shoulders, fine stitching, and soft cotton fabric against his skin.

Ang Lee walked into the fitting room carrying a suit and matching dark black trousers. Underneath the suit was a pure white shirt, and the tie was dark blue with subtle dark red stripes.

He took off his Taoist robe and put on a shirt. The cotton fabric clung to his back, forming a smooth arc under the warm yellow light of the fitting room.

He put on his dress pants, the length of which just covered the tops of his shoes. When he finally put on his suit jacket, there was no tightness or strain; the length was just right.

Ang Lee turned around in front of the mirror, his profile tapering along his waistline, the curve of his hem just covering his firm hips.

He nodded in satisfaction, readily paid at the counter, folded his Taoist robe, and stuffed it into a paper bag.

When Li An stepped out of the store, he was already a little hungry. The battle had exhausted him, and he needed a late-night snack to fill his stomach.

He stuffed the paper bag containing the Taoist robe into the trunk and turned to walk toward an outdoor restaurant on the street corner.

The restaurant's seating was set up on the sidewalk, surrounded by wrought iron railings. Several round tables were covered with white tablecloths, and each table had a small candle on it.

There were plenty of empty seats, so Ang Lee chose a table on the side and sat down. There was a menu on the table, and after flipping through a couple of pages, he was about to call the waiter to order when he heard a voice coming from the table next to him.

"The air here is so fresh. Look at the sky, you can even see the clouds at night. Unlike those cities in China, where it's all gray and hazy at night and you can't see anything."

Li An paused, stopped ordering, and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The man was in his thirties, and appeared to be a student from Dongda University. He had his hair neatly combed, wore a light blue casual suit, and sunglasses, even though it was nighttime.

The person was holding up their phone, the camera light on, recording a video.

He flashed a standard, affected smile toward the phone screen, then launched into a rapid-fire tirade of praise for America in Chinese.