I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 3 Open the door, I've come to bring warmth.

Seeing Song Sheng draw his knife, Ajiu's face paled even more.

He quickly pulled out a purple talisman and pressed it against his abdomen to temporarily alleviate his injuries. He then propped himself up and fled.

But a cold glint of light from behind chased after him and slashed down!

Ah Jiu's shirt ripped open, and he rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the blade at the last moment!

She ripped down the curtain of the cubicle, raised her head with a pained expression, and shouted, "Stop him!!!"

As the light curtain fluttered to the ground, Song Sheng, who had been relentlessly pursuing them, felt a gust of cold wind rush towards him.

In the dimly lit room, the light flickered.

Before Song Sheng could see clearly, his ankle suddenly stiffened, as if it had been grabbed by a cold little hand.

Although the feeling of blockage wasn't strong, it was somewhat unexpected.

This caused him to lose his balance as he lunged forward, but before he fell, he braced himself with his hands and flipped to the side, using the strength of his waist and hips to force himself to get up before he fell!

While flipping over, he also grabbed an old solid wood chair next to him!

With a bang, the wooden chair shattered behind Ah Jiu!

Song Sheng seized the opportunity to catch up.

Even though a strange, cold, and blocked feeling was coming from his back, ankles, and wrists, he had already gained the upper hand the moment he made the first move.

Ajiu, who was already terminally ill, was kicked and only managed to stay alive thanks to the talisman. She had little ability to resist.

Steadying her unsteady steps, Ajiu turned around, and what came into view was a pair of unrestrained black eyes.

The other party actually dragged four or five little devils along and charged towards him in a cold and reckless manner!

This scene is visually stunning!

Damn it!

Ignoring her shock, Ah Jiu took out another purplish-blue talisman, quickly placed it between her palms, and chanted a prayer.

Song Sheng felt a sudden increase in pressure.

That invisible sense of blockage suddenly became even stronger.

However, it was a bit too late.

Song Sheng's slash had already landed.

Ajiu's eyes widened, and she puffed out her chest, spitting a mouthful of bloody foam directly into Song Sheng's face.

The watermelon knife that had almost struck his skull was suddenly jolted by an inexplicable impact and flew out of his hand.

Huh? !

Wow, they have so many tricks up their sleeves!

Song Sheng didn't care about the watermelon knife that had slipped from his hand; instead, his eyes gleamed with even more smugness.

He immediately switched hands and delivered a powerful chop!

In the instant that Ah Jiu forcefully raised his arm to block, he suddenly stepped forward and pulled his arm back to block the elbow!

Ah Jiu was hit and felt chest tightness, causing her to stagger backward.

Before he could regain his balance, a large hand slapped him on the back of the neck!

Oops!

Ah Jiu's face turned deathly pale. He was pulled forward by one hand and stumbled, then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen from the knee strike.

Then, a storm of fast breaks came crashing down on us!

Right ear, jaw, side of face, left rib, throat, front of face...

Interspersed among the continuous punches and kicks are a constant barrage of attacks, including Crane Cry, Striking Foot, Chopping, Palm Strike, Reverse Elbow, and Thrusting Fist.

The more Song Sheng hit, the lighter the blockage became, to the point that he hit faster and faster.

Ah Jiu was like a candle flickering in the wind, swaying precariously from the rapid-fire punches and kicks.

Finally, he staggered and leaned against the wall, his mouth, nose, lips, and teeth already covered in blood and foam.

His dark, cloudy pupils were barely open.

But then the person in front of him stepped back half a meter and suddenly twisted his waist. The lean physique under the suit looked like it was twisted into a pretzel.

Bang!

The next second, the toe of the black leather shoe pierced precisely into Ah Jiu's ribs!

Liver-bursting legs!

His ribs were instantly fractured, and he also experienced severe pain in his liver area.

The blood Ah Jiu vomited seemed to contain fragments of internal organs. She collapsed beneath a wall of memorial tablets illuminated by a red candle, causing many tablets to fall. Ah Jiu's body convulsed intermittently.

At the same time, the cold, obstructive feeling that had been exerted on Song Sheng completely disappeared.

Only faint bluish-purple handprints were left on the wrists and ankles.

The four or five little devils manipulated by Ah Jiu were already trembling with fear as he launched his sudden and reckless attack.

Sensing that the Taoist priest Ajiu had been almost beaten to death, the restrictions placed on their souls gradually dissipated, and the four or five poor little fellows immediately hid in the urn on the offering table.

The room was dimly lit.

Song Sheng couldn't see them clearly. He wiped the blood splattered on his face, turned around, picked up the watermelon knife that had fallen in the corner, and came to Ajiu, who was hanging on by her last breath.

Blood and foam were dripping from A-Jiu's mouth and nose, yet she was still breathing heavily, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Who...who are you? Why...why did you find me here..."

A cold watermelon knife was pressed against Ajiu's neck, and a large hand pressed down on the back of his head.

At the same time, the calm tone finally reached Ajiu's ears:

"He takes money to solve problems for others."

"Ah Jiu, Uncle Yan asked me to give you my regards."

The next moment, warm blood began to flow from Ajiu's carotid artery.

Song Sheng calmly wiped the watermelon knife on Ajiu's clothes, then washed the blood off his hands and face in the room and checked himself over.

Apart from a little dust and wrinkles, it was relatively clean.

After a brief pause, Song Sheng refocused his attention, and black mist-like mission text emerged from the bloodstains beneath his feet.

The progress bar in the task line is already more than half full.

Song Sheng smiled with satisfaction, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, and left Ajiu's house.

Next, it's time to visit Aunt Meryl Streep.

……

In the restaurant

Ah You had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning the diners coming and going.

The strange smell of the medicinal oil hadn't dissipated; it even had a foul odor, like that of corpse oil.

Almost every diner's clothes had some stains on them, and Aunt Mei had mended almost all of their clothes for free...

Could it be that something happened at her home?

Actually, Ah You had some suspicions yesterday, but he didn't think too badly of it. He just mentioned his doubts to the administrator, Uncle Yan.

However, it seems that Uncle Yan has also disappeared today.

As Ah You was pondering this, he saw the old man returning and grabbed him, asking, "Hey, Shanxi guy, how's Uncle Yan doing?"

The old man shook his head: "It seems like no one is home at Uncle Yan's house. I knocked on the door, but no one answered."

"Where's that handsome guy from mainland China?"

He said he had something to visit Ah-Jiu, so I took him there.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ah You had a bad feeling and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He simply stood up and said, "Shanxi guy, I'll leave the shop to you for now. I have to go home for a bit."

at the same time

At Aunt Mei's house, she was sitting in front of the sewing machine, mending clothes for her neighbors. Lost in her work, she accidentally pricked her fingertip with the sewing machine needle.

Fortunately, it was just a thin layer of skin, and I watched as blood slowly seeped from my fingertips.

Aunt Mei remembered Ah Jiu's words again—

Virgin blood!

This was a remedy to "revive" her husband.

However, most of the residents in the public housing estate are elderly, and there are hardly any children left.

She hesitated for a long time, lost in thought, and finally stared silently at the clothes on the sewing machine, murmuring to herself:

"Virgin blood, virgin blood—"

noob……"