Fudge Nelson staggered out of the bar alley with his briefcase under his arm.
He had just completed a commission today, and since the client gave him a generous consulting fee, he went to the bar in the evening to celebrate.
Walking along the night street, when passing through a narrow alley, a flash of red passed by the corner of his eye, attracting Fudge's attention.
Um?
A girl wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume?
Her smooth, shiny black hair is tied with a pure white headband. Just by looking at her back, you can tell that this girl is definitely a beauty.
but...
Whose little girl is this who ran out to play in the middle of the night?
This is a famously chaotic neighborhood. The little girl is not sleeping in the middle of the night and is staying in such a dark alley. There is a high possibility that something might happen!
Fudge took a deep breath, righteousness surged in his heart, and without saying a word, he walked towards the witch.
"Hey, I say..."
However, before he could finish his words, the next second, the scene in front of him made his eyes widen. The drunkenness instantly dissipated at this moment, and his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
Those are... the living dead!
It looked like a shattered corpse stitched together with needles and thread, like a monster crawling out of one of those zombie movies, twisting and roaring as if it wanted to devour flesh and blood!
There were quite a few living dead, and in the narrow alley, there were no less than 20 monsters densely packed together.
These living dead were looking greedily at the witch in front of them, as if they were bewitched by something, and reached out to grab her.
…
Kikyo looked at the living dead in front of her, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.
She was supposed to be dead, but was reborn from the grave and resentment, and then inexplicably came to this place, a place full of strange things.
She didn't feel any demonic energy here, but the aura of death was unusually strong.
The souls collected by the dead soul worm are enough to keep it alive for a long time.
Because here, people die every day.
And there are quite a few of them.
And the living dead in front of me...
She always felt like something was wrong.
It's like forcibly stuffing someone else's soul into a corpse, and there's a sense of incongruity everywhere.
Why are these zombies here?
Who made them?
Just as Kikyo was thinking, a frightened voice came from behind her.
…
"Hurry… run!"
Fudge shouted, his legs weak and trembling.
Beside the girl in shrine maiden's attire, a group of pale green insects suddenly appeared, emitting a faint glow and surrounding her.
What is this?
He had never seen it before!
Fudge's eyes widened, and he began to wonder if he had really drunk too much that night.
At the same time, a longbow as long as her body appeared in the witch's hand.
Pull the bowstring.
whoosh!
Accompanied by the sound of air exploding, those horrible zombies fell to the ground one by one.
It was as if it had been purified, turning into piles of black ash that disappeared without a trace when the wind blew.
"Those..." Fudge's face turned pale, and he was almost sober. He looked at the girl in front of him and said with difficulty: "What are those things?"
"The corpses have souls that are not theirs, and the dead are reborn."
The witch said this without any emotion, and she left after she left lightly.
Fudge got up from the ground tremblingly, turned around and rushed towards the apartment without saying a word.
He had a premonition.
This matter must be clarified with Matt Murdock immediately.
Witches and the living dead, big things are about to happen in Hell's Kitchen!
…
"I said, have you drunk too much?"
In front of Matt was a drunk friend who was dancing and trying to explain what happened in the alley tonight. He held his forehead helplessly.
At this moment, he was sitting on a chair, and in front of him was a huge relationship network diagram. If you look closely, you can find that except for a few people, most of the people on this relationship network diagram are involved with members of the Maggia Gang.
"Oh, that's impossible. I remember it very clearly." Fudge frowned. "I definitely didn't see it wrong. The dead came back to life, and there was also that witch lady. She has spiritual power, you know spiritual power, just like in the movies..."
Recalling the scene that made him break out in a cold sweat, Fudge Nelson paused and shuddered.
"Yes, that witch also told me that corpses take over souls that don't belong to them, and then they become the living dead. Anyway, that's what she meant. I didn't understand what happened, and she suddenly left."
Fudge added.
"The dead...reborn?"
Matt narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself thoughtfully.
He didn't believe in the resurrection of the dead.
Recently, a large number of people who have lost their shadows have appeared in Hell's Kitchen.
As the name implies, their shadows disappeared.
These people hide in dark corners during the day and only come out after the sun sets. Judging from their behavior, there seems to be nothing wrong.
And judging from the network of victims Matt had compiled during this period, all the accusations pointed to the Maggia gang.
Now, Matt suddenly felt that the witch lady mentioned by Fudge might be able to provide some clues.
A girl dressed in a witch's costume walks in the middle of the night, dealing with the living dead.
Assuming what Fudge said was true.
Then it seems that he needs to meet this miko.
Matt's eyes sank slightly as he thought to himself.
…
"Things are getting more and more interesting."
Above the dimension of reality, a light laugh was heard from a certain empty dimension.
"It seems like every one of those natural returnees is a troublemaker. I like them."
Tang Feng could feel his strength slowly increasing bit by bit. Although the speed was not fast, he could now use this strength to make some other changes.
"It's time to get involved."
"I just don't know if these players are ready?"
Tang Feng had a very bright smile on his face, and his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something interesting.
…
The second day.
In a taxi on the highway outside Manhattan, New York.
Mr. Wade Winston Wilson, dressed in a red tights, shouted in a rather devastated manner.
"Oh, damn, I forgot my ammo pack!"
"Should we turn back?"
Dolphin was very calm.
As a taxi driver, he has seen too many people, all kinds of them.
From some perspectives, the guy in the red tights in front of me has a lot in common, especially in love.
He was happy to make friends with this Deadpool brother.
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