screenwriter mystery

Chapter 107
Step, step, step.

With stiff steps, the white man, no, the reanimated corpse walked through the corridor of the hotel with a cold expression.

Scanning the surrounding rooms with dull eyes, finally the resurrected corpse's eyes fell on a room, and he stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the room.

Click, click.

With a distorted cracking sound, the handle of the room was broken, and the resurrected corpse pushed open the door expressionlessly and walked in.

In the room, it still maintained the state when Ahao left.

Soul Rescue Bell lay quietly on the bedside.

The revenant turned its stiff neck and scanned everything in the room with dull eyes.

Soon, the open door of the bathroom caught the attention of the reanimated corpse.

With slow steps, the resurrected corpse entered the bathroom.

Immediately, he saw the motionless figure standing in front of the bathroom.

……

"Hey guy!"

London, the streets at night.

Several black men wandering on the street noticed the figure in front of them. They looked at each other silently, and then went up to block the path of the reanimated corpse.

"It looks like your friend is drunk..."

His eyes glanced at the shadow corpse supported by the reanimated corpse, and one of the black men glanced at the talisman paper attached to the shadow corpse's head in a strange way, but continued with his 'work'.

"Do you need us to help you? After all, the law and order in London at night is not very good."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any reaction from the resurrected corpse, several blacks stretched out their arms, dragged the two corpses roughly, and walked towards the dark corner of the street.

Bang!
"Okay, buddy, for the sake of our doing our best to keep you safe, now it's your turn to express, express."

Taking the target to the corner, the blacks immediately tore off the 'friendly' camouflage, revealing their true appearance.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the reanimated corpse in front of him heavily against the wall, making a dull impact sound. The leading black man took out a dagger from his pocket and put it on the reanimated corpse's neck. Disclaimer, our salary is very expensive, if you can't pay us a satisfactory price, I can't guarantee that this knife will leave a hole in your body..."

As usual, the operation of the black robber came down.

The target of the robbery had already panicked and handed over all their money obediently. If they encountered someone who resisted fiercely, they would use their own methods to keep the other party quiet.

However, this time, the target's reaction was completely unexpected.

Facing the threat of several of them.

Not only did the two robbed guys not respond at all, they didn't even show a trace of fear on their faces.

Of course, this is also normal.

After all, one of these two is a resurrected corpse, the other is a damp corpse that has not rotted for a hundred years, and neither of them is a normal communication partner.

"Do you think I'm just joking with you?"

However, the black robbers who didn't know about this were undoubtedly angry when faced with the cold and uncooperative attitude of the two corpses, thinking that they were underestimating themselves.

"Do you think I'm joking with you, white pig!"

Grabbing the collar of the reincarnated corpse and pulling it in front of him, he pressed the sharp dagger on the face of the reincarnated corpse, and the leading black man said harshly.

"Now, obediently do as I say, or else, I'll make you look good!"

"..."

The words of the leading black almost represented an ultimatum for the few of them.

Following the threat of the leading black man, several black men around him also cooperated and surrounded the two corpses, trying to put pressure on the resurrected corpse in this way.

However, even so.

The reanimated corpse in front of him still maintained his cold face, showing no reaction.

"Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude!"

Undoubtedly, the silent reaction of the reanimated corpse became the last fuse that angered these black people.

Pfft!

Holding the sharp dagger in his hand, the black man gritted his teeth and held it towards the reanimated corpse bucket in front of him.

Facing the dagger in the black man's hand, the reanimated corpse let the sharp blade pierce through his body without dodging, and black blood slowly flowed out from the wound pierced by the dagger.

As for the reanimated corpse, it didn't notice it, and still maintained a cold appearance, as if the dagger was not pierced by itself.

"Boss, this guy has a problem..."

Seeing the reanimated corpse that didn't react even when it was pierced by a dagger, the black men finally noticed something was wrong.

"Could it be drugs?"

……

In the church, the center of the altar surrounded by flames.

The dancing flames formed distorted shadows and projected onto the walls around the church.

Narcissus is waiting for the return of the revenant.

Pfft!

At this moment, a small wound suddenly appeared on Toad's body, and black liquid flowed out from the wound.

Sensing the situation of the reanimated corpse, Narcissus stretched out his hand to hold the bone dagger in front of him, and gave an order with a gloomy expression.

"Get rid of the guy who got in the way."

……

in the corner.

Obtaining the order of the voodoo master, the revenant raised its stiff head and looked at the black man in front of him with dull eyes.

In the next second, it stretched out its palm and grabbed the black man's neck suddenly.

"Should...cough...die...give it to me, let go, let go..."

The huge force from the neck made the black leader's face immediately show a suffocated expression. He waved his arms and patted the palm of the reanimated corpse to break free, but no matter how much he struggled, the hand on the neck was like iron. Like a hoop, there is no intention of loosening at all.

"Boss!"

Looking at the black man who was about to suffocate as he was grabbed by the neck by the resurrected corpse.

Several black people around immediately yelled and stepped forward to help. They waved their fists and landed on the body of the reanimated corpse, making a dull impact sound.

However, such violent punches and kicks did not cause the slightest damage to the reanimated corpse, and even its movements did not stop at all.

As a living dead resurrected by witchcraft, it does not have any consciousness, and naturally it does not feel pain.

At the same time, because of the relationship between the living dead, the power of the reanimated corpse has become extremely huge, and it can easily lift the strong black man in front of it.

Click!

Ignoring the black people around to stop him, the reanimated corpse grabbed the palm of the black leader's neck and clenched it tightly. With a series of sounds of bones breaking, the struggling black man immediately lost his voice, dropped his hands heavily, and opened his mouth to spit out a large amount of blood.

Grasping the corpse of the black leader in his hand, the resurrected corpse seemed to be wielding a hammer, and the heavy corpse in his hand moved with ease and slammed into the surrounding blacks heavily.

Bang!
Bang, bang!
And no one noticed that with the movement of the reanimated corpse, blood splashed on the face of the Yin corpse beside him.

Stimulated by the blood, Yin Zong's nose twitched imperceptibly under the talisman paper.

(End of this chapter)