Reborn Zombie Supreme

The corpse energy came from behind, covering Aunt Hua like a big net.

Corpse teeth penetrated the body, and bursts of resentment and yin energy were quickly sucked away!

Only then did Aunt Hua remember that the black and stiff Lord of Hell behind her had not yet been solved. Because the golden boy was almost out of his mind, she turned her anger towards He Cheng, but ignored the black and stiff Lord of Hell.

He Cheng's plan to attract Aunt Hua's attention succeeded, he raised his foot and stamped on the ground, and quickly rushed towards Aunt Hua.

She was trapped by the black zombie but still had the ability to resist. Her red tongue was like a whip, and she whipped He Cheng out with a "snap".

Although the body was beaten away, it was not seriously injured.

Aunt Hua dared to be violent to He Cheng, but she had no choice but to beg for mercy and screamed:

"Ah! Lord Yama, please let me go. I will leave the mass grave and never come back!"

The rapid flow of Yin energy in her body made her panic.

Heizong, who was sucking ghosts, paused quickly when he heard this.

Just when He Cheng got up and secretly said that something was wrong, the female ghost showed a sarcastic smile on her face and was about to escape and mock the zombie for being brainless.

"Crack!"

The Lord of Hell actually opened his mouth and bit off one-fifth of the beautiful head!

"ah!!"

Aunt Hua was in pain and angry. The bitten area quickly recovered, but her shape was a bit unreal.

Ghosts have no permanent form, and human form is just a state.

People often encounter evil spirits who can fly their heads. This is just the lowest level of Yin Qi utilization. They can divide themselves at will.

But after his soul was swallowed, the damage to his soul could not be repaired. If he lost his soul, he would become stupid, and he would be reborn as a mentally retarded child.

After being bitten, Aunt Hua’s soul will be with her.

Aunt Hua suffers from being restrained by the Lord of Hell's ability to control objects and cannot escape.

He Cheng finally jumped in front of Sister Hua, grabbed the white arm and bit it.

A surge came immediately.

"Experience value +2, experience value +1, experience value +2..."

Two or three minutes later, Lord Yama's skinny body began to swell and swell, and he had no choice but to stop smoking.

He Cheng still continued.

The ghosts screamed and wailed endlessly, but he drank even more happily.

Aunt Hua's plump and round chest shriveled up, her smooth white arms were wrinkled and dry, and her face was full of wrinkles.

It's just that He Cheng's level is too low and his smoking speed is extremely slow. Prince Yama is also loyal and helps catch the hanged ghost He Cheng to smoke.

"Oh oh oh~!!"

It's five o'clock in the morning when the rooster crows, and the east is white.

It took more than an hour to suck Aunt Hua, who was level 16, at level 5.

"When the sun comes out, you can't even hope to survive if you don't let me go!"

Aunt Hua let out a sigh of relief when she saw the white thread leaping out of the mountain. She must avenge her, but her life must come first.

The Black Zombie King of Hell also nodded in agreement. Their evil creatures are most afraid of sunlight.

"Prince of Hell, can you flatten her and make her smaller? I want to swallow her in one gulp!"

"Swallow me?"

Aunt Hua looked at He Cheng with disdain as she looked like an old lady in her seventies.

"The Prince of Hell doesn't dare to swallow me. If you swallow me, my body will explode and I will become a broken-bean zombie!"

"I'm Daozu, you're Yumei, just wait!" He Cheng looked at Heizheng, who nodded.

If a hostile attitude means killing quickly, a friendly relationship means selfless trust and help.

So far, He Cheng has not been rejected by Heizheng.

Amid the curses, Aunt Hua was crushed by Heizheng with his hand, and turned into a red ball.

He Cheng swallowed it in one gulp, the female ghost's scolding disappeared, and the concentrated energy exploded in He Cheng instantly.

"Experience value +110!"

Without thinking too much, He Cheng jumped into the coffin. The Prince of Hell also grabbed the ghosts of the male and female children beside him and hid in the coffin. The lid of the coffin was closed, and the sun shone down...

in the coffin,

He Cheng's body was constantly expanding. The experience gained from killing Aunt Hua just now, and the Yin Qi and resentment absorbed by him were still dissipating in his body.

Relying on his white-frozen mouth, he sucked in Sister Hua's ghost body, absorbing only 2 points of experience of Yin Qi every second.

There are still nearly 50 points of remaining Yin Qi that exploded into his body. If it cannot be resolved, it will inevitably explode into zombies like beans as Aunt Hua said.

But the Yin Qi that entered his body was different. The swollen Yin Qi was like a pool, connected to the experience bar by a water pipe, and was pulled to where it should go before it could explode.

"Upgrade, current level lv6"

The experience bar jumped sharply, and the level 6 experience bar jumped by another fifth before stopping.

His bloated body suddenly subsided and returned to normal.

The darkness could not block his sight, looking at the white hairs on his body that were as hard as thorns/intertwined with each other, like dragon patterns interlocking and coiled into a treasure armor, He Cheng lay quietly with his head raised.

It would be better to kill one ghost than to kill a hundred people. If that is not enough, he wants to kill him again!

There is another fantasy, if the Supreme Being becomes a zombie, can he get his heartbeat back?

…

Chenshi,

The dawn breaks through the clouds.

Under the gold plaque of the first house in Maoshan, the red painted door opened, and a Taoist priest wearing a green robe and white coat took a deep breath and walked out.

The first house in Maoshan, facing dilapidation and poverty, happened to be open.

"Afa!"

The long-faced Taoist priest looked at the poor Taoist priest opposite him and shouted with his hands behind his back, showing off his posture.

"Oh, here it comes!"

A wretched Taoist boy wearing a yellow robe and a bagua hat on his head hurriedly ran over, holding a wooden comb in one hand, and opened the hair oil with the other hand, cut out a piece of hair oil and handed the comb over.

Applying hair oil, the long-faced Taoist priest has greasy black hair.

The poor Taoist priest opposite twitched his lips and said without mercy: "Huh, I really think I'm handsome, how funny!"

There was no concealment in the voice, and it naturally penetrated into the ears of the long-faced Taoist priest.

"This is not called being funny, this is called appearance."

"Shameless" the poor Taoist priest replied.

The two were brothers, but they didn't like each other by nature. One was all about ability and power, while the other was about grandeur. They didn't agree with each other, so they often fought.

The long-faced Taoist priest didn't care. He gently pressed his fingers along his hair and asked his apprentice: "Afa, where are we going to discuss business today?"

"Uncle Jiu made an appointment with us in Yuyuan"

"I made a date with him too!"

The two competed with each other and entered Yu Garden proudly.

Yuyuan, a famous teahouse in the town, is a high-end place where we can discuss matters in detail.

Stepping into the door, the two of them paused.

On the first floor, there are eight eldest brothers sitting in Damajintao, with guns tied with red ribbons around their waists. They are guys who can kill them with a single black melon seed.

Behind the elder brothers stood a dozen younger brothers, all of them fierce.

Without exception, the left arm was tied with a black cloth. It seemed that the eldest brother of this group was in mourning.

The middleman, Uncle Jiu, introduced them, but he didn't say who the customer was. It didn't look like an easy job now.

"Two masters, why are you so late?"

A man stood up and unintentionally flashed the pistol on his waist, and the two Taoist priests immediately became stunned.

They could only smile bitterly and agree, "Yeah..."

"Our boss has been waiting for a long time, please come this way."

The long-faced Taoist priest's cheeks trembled slightly, he smiled and nodded with the elder brothers around him, and followed the man.

A group of four people climbed the stairs to the second floor.

There were also four people on the second floor, three standing and one lying down.

The one standing in the middle is wearing a long gown embroidered with "富" and "福" and has a mustache that is not angry and intimidating. He is naturally the boss.

"Boss, two masters are here"

The boss raised his eyebrows and said nothing, waiting for the introduction.

If he doesn't see his true ability, he can't be considered a master in his eyes.

The men introduced each other one by one, starting with the long-faced Taoist priest, "This is the famous Mr. Qian with golden letters."

Then he led to another Taoist priest, "This is..."

"Master Wu, I'm not as good as him in terms of style, but in our business we don't care about style, the most important thing is to be practical."

Wu Zhenren took the lead and made up his mind to win the game this time. He lowered his head and came to the lying person. This must be the right angle today.

His eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and he had already returned to the west.

After pretending to look at it, Wu Zhenren said in surprise: "Is it wrong? You don't know such common sense?"

"What's wrong?" the man asked hurriedly.

"The dead can't sleep on a high pillow, otherwise they will look at each other."

Wu Zhenren looked around with his fingers, and happened to point them at the boss, who moved unnaturally.

"Whoever you look at will be unlucky."

Wu Zhenren took out a low pillow and put it under the corpse's neck.

The boss's beard trembled slightly. Wu Zhenren hadn't noticed that there was something wrong with his speech, but Qian Zhenren, a clever man, noticed it.

"Afa!"

Master Qian answered the question first and grabbed a pillow made of gold rope from his apprentice's eight-treasure bag. The words "Fu Lu, Longevity, Longevity" were written on the side and a gold pig's back treasure was embroidered on the front.

"Yes, you should sleep on a low pillow. There are many kinds of low pillows. You are the one who sleeps on poor people."

Qian Zhenren raised his hand and knocked on his pillow with a bang.

"This is where rich people sleep."

Qian Zhenren threw away the tattered pillow and put his own golden pillow under the corpse's neck.

The air was quiet for a moment. Wu Zhenren was angry and breathing a little hurriedly. His chest rose and fell several times before he calmed down.

The competition was nothing, so he walked over to the corpse and pinched his mouth.

With a twist of the corner of his mouth, his smile changed, and he puffed out his chest and said: "The dead must seal their mouths with copper coins, otherwise if they go to the underworld, they will talk nonsense, which is very unlucky for the living!"

Wu Zhenren pointed his fingers randomly and pointed at the boss again.

The boss shook his head slightly, and the guard beside him put down his hand that was touching the gun.

"What do you know? How can a reputable person like the boss be worthy of copper coins? Ah Fa!"

Taoist boy Ah Fa cleverly opened a box that looked very good.

It is an elegant box made of red lacquered wood. When you open the box, you will find a row of eight coins and two rows of sixteen coins inlaid with gold and jade. It looks good.

"This kind of copper coin is the treasure of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. Only I have it."

The boss looked at it and nodded secretly, thinking about it.

Master Wu did not want to be compared. Since the competition was about ability, he did not believe that Master Qian could prepare everything.

"Huh, living people want to save face, dead people don't need to be so particular! It's not safe to sleep on a low pillow. If you look at him looking up, he will count the tiles. As he counts, the house will collapse~!"

He took out a piece of white cloth and covered the body's head.

Master Wu said proudly: "We must find a white cloth to cover his face."

"Yes, dead people don't want face, but living people do. How ugly would it be to use this broken diaper?" Qian Zhenren raised his hand and replaced it with a satin cloth embroidered with gold thread.

Wu Zhenren didn't want to end the conversation yet, so he walked up to the boss and said, "I am an honest person, and I will say whatever I want..."

"Um"

The boss squeezed out a "hmm" and waited for the next step.

"Now, let me tell you honestly, this dead man with the head and eyes of a deer must have never done any good deeds during his lifetime..."

With the dark gun barrel pressed against his waist, Wu Zhenren finally stopped his annoying mouth...