Reborn Zombie Supreme

Long after dawn,

A man came out of the town with a cloth bag draped over one shoulder and clutching an umbrella.

"This business is ruined again!"

He cursed and didn't know what to complain about in the air.

"Uncle Ming, who knew there would be a Taoist priest with a long face coming to expose us?"

The umbrella buzzed for a while, and a man's voice came out.

Fortunately there was no one around, otherwise I would have thought it was haunted.

"Dabao, how dare you say that! If you hadn't coveted the pig face of others, we would have called it a day and put the nail in the coffin!"

Uncle Ming rubbed his flat belly, making a rumbling noise.

"Uncle Ming, don't blame Dabao. I'm just too hungry and want to eat." A child's voice came from the umbrella again.

"No, Uncle Ming, I don't blame Xiaobao, it's because I'm greedy."

"Okay, okay"

Uncle Ming grabbed the umbrella and thrust it behind his back. The Jianghu knight carried a sword and said coolly: "You guys follow me, Uncle Ming, to keep the popular food and drinks. Wang Baiwan's house in the town ahead is haunted. Someone throws them out of bed every day. , when we go to clean it up, won’t we get a few hundred yuan? I can give away a few yuan to the beggars, I am a master!”

"Uncle Ming is awesome!"

"Uncle Ming is wise!"

Uncle Ming smiled proudly when he heard the praise from the big and small ghosts.

"Gululu"

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound from the Five Zang Temple, and the smile on Uncle Ming's face gradually became awkward.

While Uncle Ming was on his way, he looked around on the road. Not to mention, he actually saw a fruit tree next to the river.

The red and orange plums look sweet and appetizing.

"There are dead people buried under the plum tree. Big brother, please be patient and bear with me~"

Uncle Ming bowed to the plum tree, and after saying that, he grabbed a plum from the branch as if robbing it.

There is a saying that peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people, and dead people are buried under plum trees.

In medicine, plums are very harmful to the human body. From the perspective of the spiritual world, if there is a plum tree growing on the roadside in the wilderness, it is probably grown from the bones of someone who died in a foreign land and the resentment has not disappeared. If you don't consult, just eat it. Yes, there will be bad retribution.

Uncle Ming was so anxious that he caught the plums and threw them into the river instead of eating them.

"Paji" made a splash of water, and it sank to the bottom.

The plums float, but the resentment remains.

If you eat floating food, you are courting death. If you eat it, it will probably be fine if it sinks. At worst, you will get dysentery.

"Hey, it's a little sour"

He said it was sour, but Uncle Ming picked them quickly, and seven or eight plums went into his bag.

After eating one, I took one out of the bag and wiped it on the corner of my clothes. Then I took a bite and half of it was gone.

"Uncle Ming, we are so hungry."

"I want to eat"

The big and small ghosts screamed happily in the umbrella. Uncle Ming said, "You are ghosts. Why are you eating plums? I still have half of the incense sticks I gave you when you buried them today. Do you want to eat them?"

"Thank you Uncle Ming!"

"Thank you Uncle Ming!"

Seeing that ghosts and ghosts have something to eat, their mouths are filled with sweetness.

"You guys?" Uncle Ming shook his head, grabbed the incense from the cloth bag, found a soil bag everywhere and put the incense in it. After a while, the sound of eating came from the umbrella.

Half an incense stick takes just over two minutes.

The incense that has been eaten by ghosts will not be left behind when the wind blows.

"Okay, let's eat and continue on our way."

When people and ghosts meet, bad luck comes first. Although one person and two ghosts spend a long time together, they can't make any money and they will always be hungry.

Ghosts are bad luck and a symbol of bad luck. They are often called dirty things, which has some meaning.

Mao Shanming relies on a few tricks to catch ghosts and can be regarded as a practitioner. When laymen see him holding a compass and wearing a Bagua robe, they call him a master, but he does not have the skills of a Taoist master.

Ordinary hanged ghosts can't be dealt with. Most of the times they meet, he begs for mercy, helps people move graves and dig out acupoints, adjusts Feng Shui and even clears nine out of ten, leaving only one clueless.

So he raised ghosts, big and small, and searched for haunted places. He would put on a ghost-catching show in front of his employer, and he could get a few bites of food and a few tinkling coins to fill his stomach.

However, the price of ingot candles is also high, raising ghosts brings bad luck, and the consumption is still high, so Mao Shanming's life is not smooth.

After crossing the mountains and ridges, the sun stood at noon, and the two ghosts in the umbrella yawned continuously.

All ghosts and ghosts come out during the day and night. Ghosts, big and small, are protected by paper umbrellas, so their yin energy is not damaged, but they still feel weak during the day.

After finishing the plums, Mao Shanming walked to the roadside, unbuttoned his belt and whistled, and the yellow urine stream went into the tree pit.

"Uncle Ming!"

Xiaobao in the umbrella shouted, "Something smells so good!"

"It's my urine"

Mao Shanming grabbed the guy and trembled. After shaking the guy, he pulled up his pants and tightened his belt.

"No, Uncle Ming, I felt it too, in the cave next to you!"

"Cave?"

Looking at the dark and gloomy cave, Mao Shanming shook his head, "What good stuff can there be in an abandoned mine? Is there any gold?"

"No, Uncle Ming, it smells like chicken drumsticks!"

Dabao's voice made Mao Shanming whisper: "Chicken legs?"

He took two deep breaths and could only smell his own urine.

"There is nothing"

"Uncle Ming, there must be something precious inside!"

Mao Shanming's eyes glowed green when he mentioned the treasure.

"You said there is, maybe there really is. Let me go in and take out the treasure for you!"

Mao Shanming held the paper umbrella behind his back with one hand and put it in the cloth bag with the other hand. There were some talismans in it to ward off evil spirits, so he could avoid any danger.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but upon entering the abandoned mine, everything was pitch black. Mao Shanming took more than ten seconds to adapt before continuing to walk inside.

With the guidance of two little ghosts in his ears, he walked down the road for three or four meters, and a cluster of white and blue flames as big as a fist came into his sight.

"Will-o'-the-wisp? A piece of jade!" I saw the will-o'-the-wisp falling on a piece of jade, burning happily.

Mao Shanming was a Taoist priest no matter what. He couldn't deal with ordinary ghosts, and he wasn't afraid of unformed will-o'-the-wisps.

Raising his hand and slapping the will-o'-the-wisp away, Mao Shanming happily grabbed the piece of jade attached to the will-o'-the-wisp.

"Get rich, get rich haha!"

"Big and small treasures, I will sell this piece of jade to buy chicken legs for you to eat."

Seeing the will-o'-the-wisp scurrying around but unable to do anything about it, Mao Shanming smiled proudly: "This jade is destined to me, little will-o'-the-wisp, thank you~"

"Uncle Ming!"

Dabao's voice suddenly became more urgent.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Run!"

"Run?" Mao Shanming looked around in confusion. It was pitch black and there was nothing there.

Even with the presence of will-o'-the-wisps and the lack of sunlight, there is a slight gloominess in this abandoned mine.

"Huh? So much corpse energy?"

Seeing a pair of official boots falling under his eyes, Mao Shanming broke out in a cold sweat.

"Zombie, zombie, zombie!!"

The tattered official uniform rather than the burial shroud indicates that this zombie was a high official during his lifetime!

The thick white hair inside can be seen through the tattered robe.

Bai ***, this is a certain way!

Over five feet tall, Mao Shanming could only see his face clearly if he raised his head.

The white hair on his face is dense but not long, and his contours are sharp and angular. He is still a "handsome boy" among zombies.

He's tall and straight, and he's a tough guy in the army, but he's a tough guy among zombies...

"Run for your life!"

Mao Shanming screamed, trying to escape before he was ready. As soon as he took a step forward, his body flew into the air and was picked up by the zombie's back collar.

"Master Zombie! I didn't mean to steal your jade!"

The broken jade was thrown to the ground, but the zombie ignored it, grabbed Mao Shanming's collar, and came face to face with him.

During the day, He Cheng. would fall into dormancy. The strong yang energy suppressed the corpse energy in his body, making him too lazy to move.

Unexpectedly, a Taoist priest came to the door.

Looking at the red words "Level 5 - Mao Shanming" above his head, from what he heard just now and the face of "Wu Yaohan" in front of him, He Cheng realized that he had met an incredible plot character, and it was very likely that he would meet him as a zombie. The idol in the film is now the sworn enemy.

Uncle Jiu!