Weird Sequence: Immortality Begins from Chinese Martial Arts

The thunderstorm had just ended, and a man in a suit came home from get off work. He had a briefcase under his arm and an umbrella in his hand. His trouser legs were all wet from the rain. He looked very embarrassed. There were very few people on the street. He turned into an alley. middle.

All the other street lights in the alley were broken, and only one street light in front was still on. It seemed to have been damaged by the thunderstorm, and it flickered in the darkness. The man lowered his head and carefully avoided it. Walking slowly on the waterlogged ground.

Suddenly, the man froze on the spot and rubbed his dry eyes, "Are you dazzled?" He seemed to have seen a figure on the ground just now, and disappeared as soon as the light flashed.

"I must have worked overtime for too long and made a mistake."

The man laughed at himself and walked under the street lamp. At this time, a black shadow appeared again, as if it was hanging on the street lamp and swaying. It appeared for less than a second, swipe! The street lights went out again.

This time, the man saw clearly, and there was no way he was deceiving him. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He nervously raised his head and looked at the street lamp beside him, but in the darkness, he couldn't see clearly at all.

The man immediately felt that the ordinary alleys he usually walked in suddenly became eerie. By middle age, he was no longer afraid of those imaginary gods and ghosts, but at this moment, his heart was still beating faster than expected and he became nervous. .

The man gritted his teeth and didn't want to investigate further. "Forget it, go home and sleep!"

He continued to walk forward, and after a while, the street lights came on again. He looked up and saw nothing on the street lights. The man nervously walked faster, no longer worried about whether there would be water accumulation.

He walked under the street lamp in two or three steps, and when he was about to walk forward, he felt a shadow flicker in front of his eyes, and the street lamp went out again. This time, the shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the headlight again. street lights.

His pupils suddenly enlarged. In the darkness, above his head, a corpse was hanging from a street lamp and swinging from side to side. The embroidery thread on his feet was less than three inches above his head!

The street lights came on again, and the man was gone.

A girl walked out of the alley behind, wondering, wasn't a man coming in just now? Why are you gone and gone so fast?

She didn't think much about it. As soon as she entered the alley, the street lights flickered again.

At the same time, in a small bungalow in Wutong District, Hanshui City.

A black coffin was placed in the center, with white wreaths lined on both sides, and a black memorial word pasted on white paper. In front of the coffin is an offering table, with black and white photos and fruit tributes wrapped in plastic wrap on it. On the left and right are a lit white candle and candles. The night wind blows through the hall, blowing the candlelight and swaying, illuminating the mourning hall.

A middle-aged woman wearing mourning clothes walked in. After lighting a stick of incense, she knelt on the straw mat under the altar table to keep vigil, and played with her mobile phone out of boredom.

The middle-aged woman was scrolling through the video, and suddenly the video card owner said, "No internet?" The middle-aged woman was confused and kept refreshing her phone. At this time, a strong wind came out and blew out the candles, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

The woman complained about the bad luck in her heart, used her mobile phone to turn on the flashlight, illuminated the altar table, picked up the lighter placed on the table, and tried to light the candle. However, the lighter seemed to be out of gas and could not be lit several times. It was easy to catch fire. As soon as the flame appeared, a gust of wind blew around and blew out the flame. It was like someone was blowing in the darkness around him, not wanting the woman to light the candle.

The woman was also blown away by this evil wind. She put the lighter on the table and looked for other lighters. When she was rummaging around on the altar table, she accidentally saw the black and white photo on the altar table. , the photo shows an old lady with a smile on her face.

The woman was confused, "I remember taking the photo. Mom didn't smile so happily, did she?"

It was the photo she chose for her mother at that time. She remembered that it was a slight smile, but where was the grin at the corners of her mouth so high?

Her movements suddenly became panicked. The smile in the photo illuminated by the light of her mobile phone made her panic, as if what was there was not a photo, but her mother was really smiling at her.

The woman was so frightened that she cried, "Mom, don't scare me!"

She no longer wanted to light candles at this time, and turned around to go out. She asked her brothers to come over and ask them if they had changed the photos.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a strong gust of wind blew up, blowing the paper ashes from the brazier on the ground all over the room. She heard a rattling sound, like someone scratching the board with their nails.

The woman looked at the coffin at the back in horror. There were not many things here. She immediately heard that the sound came from the coffin!

At this time, the strong wind blew the two open doors of the house shut with one blow.

Then the sound of chewing was heard coming from the house.

Outside the yard, a few half-drunk men wearing sackcloth and mourning drunkenly sent everyone away with gifts.

One of the men asked: "Where's the eldest sister? Her colleague left and she didn't come out to see her off?"

"You were here just now, let's go inside!"

When I walked into the courtyard, I saw that the mourning hall was dark and the door was closed.

The leading man frowned, "Why did the wind blow out the ever-burning lantern?"

Several people opened the door, quickly entered the room, felt in the dark, and lit the candles with the lighter on their bodies. The man glanced around, looked at his mother's smile in the photo, and sighed sadly, "It's okay." Make a mess in the mourning hall."

"Where's the eldest sister?"

"Call her and come over for a wake!"

One of the men dialed the phone and heard the phone ringing.

"Whose phone is ringing?"

"not mine."

Several people shook their heads, and then looked for the source of the sound in the mourning hall. Following the sound, they quickly located the source of the sound.

The phone ringing came from the coffin!

Similar things happened all over Hanshui City. This thunderstorm seemed to have opened an unknown curtain. The police station's phone kept ringing all night long.

The police officers who had already fallen asleep were called back to the police station by emergency calls one after another. They were speeding around the city in police cars. The piercing siren shrouded the sky above Hanshui City. Countless citizens were disturbed from their dreams and cursed: " What are these police officers doing so late at night?"

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The Pujiang District Police Station was also brightly lit, with too many alarm calls and a serious shortage of manpower. The director was sweating profusely and had a headache when he heard the phone ring. Even the few veteran detectives who were originally sent to hunt Wang Qiang were mobilized and all police officers were dispatched. ! But it’s still a drop in the bucket.

He said to the operator: "Unplug the phone line!"

"Ah? Director, this is against the rules!"

"What's the rule? Everyone has run away. It's useless to fight anymore. Just listen to me!"

Under the director's power, the operator had no choice but to unplug the phone line.

After practicing all night, Jiang You felt relaxed and opened his eyes from the bed. After last night's rain, the air was very fresh. He stopped practicing boxing at night and tried his best to repair the hidden wounds first. Instead, it allowed him to spend a rare and relaxing night.

"If only every night could be like last night!"

At this time, a rapid ringtone from the cell phone interrupted the brief peace.

Wei Zhi'an said on the other end of the phone: "Come to the unit for a meeting!"