Chapter 1 The Beginning

On the asphalt road in the countryside, a teenager was riding his bicycle home with his schoolbag on his back.

The boy wore a blue shirt and jeans, sporting a buzz cut. Without excessive decorations, he seemed a little too simple in this era when "Matte" hairstyles were so popular.

But the boy was very good-looking, very delicate, a bit similar to those Korean boy bands that would become popular in China in later years, except those Korean male stars had to put on makeup and highlight their feminine qualities when facing the camera, while the boy didn't need to do that at all. This was his natural state.

Several bicycles rode up beside him, led by a guy with long hair and exaggerated bangs.

"Little Xu, your back view is really good-looking, even better than our class beauty, hahaha!"

"Yeah, damn it, I was riding my bike fine behind you, but when I saw your back, it directly gave me a hard-on down there. Now I don't know how to ride anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, let Little Xu take responsibility for you, let him help you cool down."

"They all say women are all the same when the lights are turned off. Even with the lights on, Little Xu looks no different from a woman."

The boy called Little Xu continued riding his bicycle, ignoring the words of the people around him.

He was used to it.

From kindergarten, until now.

He was used to it and learned to ignore them so that these flies wouldn't affect his mood.

But at this moment, a person next to him deliberately swerved his bike, forcibly blocking Little Xu's path.

"What are you doing?" Little Xu frowned and asked.

"What am I doing? You hit me and you're asking me what I'm doing?"

Saying that, the boy got off his bike and reached out to grab Little Xu's shoulder.

"Damn, you even smell good, you must have sprayed perfume. A good man like you, why do you have to dress yourself up like a woman? Is it interesting?

Since you want to be a woman, then I'll let you experience what it feels like to be a woman!"

Provocation.

In fact, it was just to find an excuse.

Teenagers of this age don't have a very intuitive concept of doing evil. No, to be precise, they don't have a clear understanding of the price they might pay for doing something.

Therefore,

They were even more unscrupulous.

Moreover, in their opinion, and even in the public's opinion, bullying a girl would give you a bad reputation, but bullying a boy didn't matter.

"Let go of me, get out!"

"Yo, you're quite tough!"

Fortunately,

At this age, there weren't many who truly developed a homosexual interest. These boys were just getting a kick out of it, treating it as a joke, and then they each rode their bikes back.

Little Xu stood up, straightened his clothes, and helped up his bicycle. He was very calm. Being bullied wouldn't make him throw a tantrum. This was life, the life of ordinary people.

"Looking like a woman isn't your fault."

An old voice came from behind him.

The boy was stunned for a moment, glanced back, and saw an old farmer wearing liberation shoes (a type of cloth shoes), with several obvious patches on his coat.

The boy ignored the old man, got on his bike, and prepared to go home.

"Don't you want to have the ability to protect yourself?" the old man continued to ask.

"Are you going to teach me the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?" the boy turned his head and asked, "My parents are still waiting for me at home for dinner. I don't have time to pay attention to you."

That year, Stephen Chow's movie *Kung Fu Hustle* was very popular, and some of the jokes and memes in it were widely known.

The old man stood in place,

Watching the boy ride his bike further and further away,

Pondering:

"Oh, you'll have time to pay attention to me when your parents are dead, right?"

The next day,

The boy, who was in class, was called out by his cousin from the village, who told him the news that his parents had drowned in the fish pond.

The boy's parents were considered to be a generation with active minds, especially in a rural area. Having the courage to take out a loan to buy land and engage in large-scale aquaculture was not something that ordinary people dared to do.

It was said that when the parents were tidying up the fish pond, the mother fell into the water first, and the father also fell into the water when he went to pull the mother up. The two, who were very good swimmers, died in such a confused way.

Leaving the boy alone.

Muddleheadedly starting to organize the funeral with the help of so-called relatives, friends, and villagers, the boy was like a marionette, being controlled to do what his "filial son" identity should do.

Kowtowing,

Smashing the urn,

Returning gifts,

Wearing mourning clothes.

The only thing worth celebrating was that the parents' loans had been almost paid off in the past two years, but the embarrassing thing was that the parents had an accident just as aquaculture was entering the stage of recovering costs and preparing to make profits.

The boy didn't know what the future held.

He also wouldn't have expected,

Thanks to the country,

The subsequent real estate boom would allow him to gain a windfall-like harvest due to land acquisition. His parents' hard work for most of their lives had actually left him an extremely generous inheritance.

Dozens of apartments, even if not in first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou where every inch of land was precious, were enough to be considered a huge asset.

Of course, who can predict the future?

At least on the night of the wake,

The boy was still confused, about his life, about his future, about everything he would do in the future, he was a little overwhelmed.

Then,

The old man appeared,

He was still wearing liberation shoes,

Still wearing patched clothes,

He walked to the offering table, lit three incense sticks,

Then turned around,

Looking at the boy,

Asked:

"I have a way to bring your parents back to your side, are you willing?"

This time,

The boy nodded,

Even if this old man was a big liar, a con man, or even a trafficker,

The boy would still nod without hesitation.

A drowning person is desperate. Even if the person next to him deliberately comes down to save him, the drowning person will not hesitate to grab him tightly, even if it ends up dragging the person who is saving him to drown with him,

He will never let go.

………………

"That night, I saw you. I originally wanted you to be bitten to death by that walking corpse, but you were lucky and didn't die."

The shadow continued to speak.

Xu Qinglang's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast.

Xu Qinglang always showed himself with a calm demeanor. The most common thing he did was to put cucumber slices on his face after meals to maintain his skin. No matter what happened, he would deliberately maintain his charm.

But at this time,

He was almost crazy,

Hate had completely submerged him!

He,

Actually called the enemy who killed his parents his master!

And all these years, he had been grateful to him, missed him, and even prayed for him during festivals!

Xu Qinglang felt like a joke,

A huge joke.

"The universe is boundless, the profound heart is righteous!"

Pinching his fingers in a mudra,

Chanting the mantra;

For a time,

The wind rose and the water stirred.

But at this moment, the sound of the xiao (a vertical bamboo flute) suddenly stopped, and a burst of air immediately swept over. Xu Qinglang in the bathtub only felt that the water around him instantly turned into an extremely thick liquid, pouring into his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

At this moment,

He felt like he wasn't in the bathtub,

But trapped in a terrible swamp.

"Using what I taught you to deal with me?

Not to mention that you haven't learned it thoroughly at all, even if you have learned everything I taught you, what are you in front of me?"

Xu Qinglang struggled desperately in the bathtub, his expression very painful. Having just detoxified from the corpse poison, he was already weak at this time, let alone encountering this situation again.

"In order to uphold justice, I put a lot of effort into you;

But not only did you not persevere on the path of righteous cultivation, but now you are living in the same room with heretics;

If I hadn't taught you in the first place, I could have taught someone else. You wasted resources and let down the righteous path!

You have let me down,

Today,

I will clean up the sect!"

The shadow's voice was a little slow,

He seemed to be weaving reasons for himself,

Thinking and talking,

Doing things while looking for excuses,

The Xu Qinglang in front of him wasn't a zombie. Perhaps, that night he let the walking corpse killed by Zhou Ze wake up again and bite Xu Qinglang, the purpose was to turn him into a zombie, to find a suitable excuse for killing him in the future.

And now that Xu Qinglang had successfully detoxified, he had become a person again.

So,

The shadow had to find new excuses to support his killing of Xu Qinglang.

Because he really wanted to kill him, kill this disciple who disappointed him.

Blood began to overflow from Xu Qinglang's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, gradually dyeing the color in the bathtub red, very miserable.

"Thump!"

At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and the Deadpool stood at the door.

His eyes swept back and forth over the shadow,

He remembered what Zhou Ze had instructed before he left,

Things that shouldn't appear, can't appear.

He walked towards the shadow,

Reached out and grabbed the shadow,

He grabbed a human skin as thin as a cicada's wings,

Then,

Tore it apart!

But in the next moment,

A new shadow appeared behind the Deadpool,

His hands were like pieces of paper but extremely sharp,

Directly pierced the Deadpool's chest and lifted him up,

The Deadpool's feet left the ground,

But he didn't die immediately.

"Don't worry,

Next,

It's you."

"Buzz!"

The Deadpool's body suddenly retreated, sliding down the shadow's arm, ignoring his constantly enlarging wound, and came to the shadow again.

Opened his mouth,

And bit down!

A human skin, like a thin pancake, was swallowed in one bite,

Chewed,

Swallowed.

For garbage,

This was the Deadpool's consistent way of dealing with it.

But in the next moment,

Two hands came out of the Deadpool's stomach,

The thing that had just been swallowed,

Was trying to climb out again,

Like a newborn baby,

Welcoming its birthday.

"Roar!"

The Deadpool let out a roar, pressing down hard with both hands, trying to send that thing back into his stomach,

However,

The force of the thing inside began to grow bigger and bigger,

And,

In this tug-of-war,

The cracks on the Deadpool's body were also getting bigger and bigger,

Like a carriage,

About to fall apart...