Reborn Zombie Supreme

Thinking back to those days,

He Cheng's predecessor was killed by a bronze-armored corpse in Xishuangbanna. Later, He Cheng's consciousness entered the body of the zombie prince who had turned into a white-haired zombie. He was transported by Taoist priest Qianhe sent by Maoshan and returned to the imperial mausoleum in Hebei for burial.

There was a heavy downpour on the road, and the coffin was broken out only after the rain washed away the ink lines.

From then on, he embarked on the path of being hunted by Taoist priests, killing and escaping for decades.

This era is also the starting point for He Cheng. The difference is that he is now the "Supreme" of this world, the tallest among the shortest, and the Supreme of the Three Realms.

Yan Hongjing stood behind He Cheng, she could understand He Cheng's mood.

"Master, are you going back home?"

The green snake seemed to find it interesting and kept laughing.

"Lead the way"

Just as He Cheng took a step forward, Xuanyuan Divine Sword, Taiyi Spear, and Nine-Tooth Qinxin Rake flew up in the distance and got into his sleeves.

The more you practice, the more you become familiar with it, and the weapons become more and more handy, just like your own outer limbs. Over a hundred years, although He Cheng made no substantial progress in his cultivation, he grew stronger in skills. He was not Aixinjueluo Puqi, and he did not have the understanding and talent to practice martial arts. A hundred years of training would be enough to improve him further.

There is a carriage waiting outside the door.

"Master!" The carriage driver lowered his head when he saw He Cheng.

Unable to bear his curiosity, he quietly looked at the two women following He Cheng.

She is really stunning, one is charming and charming, the other is Xiaojiabiyu.

"I've been acting like you outside, and they only know you," Green Snake whispered in He Cheng's ear.

Her actions caused the servant driving the carriage to speculate.

He thought to himself, "No wonder the young master often comes to this house. It turns out that he has fallen in love with the young lady from this house. It's just that both of them have their own beauty. Which one should I marry? I would definitely have a headache!"

Yan Hong came over subconsciously and He Cheng tidied her clothes.

This scene came into the eyes of the servant again, and he secretly cursed himself: "I am really confused. With our young master's family fortune, what will happen if these two are married? Who in the whole country does not want to marry our young master?"

"Master, Marshal Xu will invite you to the Western Tea House for tea at three o'clock this afternoon. It's almost time, let's...?" The servant trailed off and waited for He Cheng's reply.

"Let's go"

"Master, get in the car!"

He Cheng got on the carriage, listened to the horse's hooves kicking, and felt the slight bumps in the carriage. He was also controlling it, otherwise ten more horses wouldn't be able to pull him.

A Western-style teahouse is a combination of a coffee shop and a teahouse.

The servant opened the curtain and sent He Cheng into the teahouse, then returned to the door and waited quietly.

The entire teahouse was empty, except for the loud laughter of "Hahaha!".

"Marshuai Xu, a tyrant in Guangdong, invited you here after hearing that the Liao family is the most difficult and fattest meat to eat. The warlords are doing their own thing. He has stripped and deducted all the members of his army, and he has no money to pay."

There was no one around He Cheng, but there was the voice of the green snake.

Although she is not yet an Earth Immortal, it is not difficult for her to simply hide her body.

"How many men and horses do you have?"

"Two hundred thousand"

"Not a few." He Chengyi grinned. Two hundred thousand people was indeed a lot, and their combat power was not as good as that of a demon formed into a demon pill.

Of course, it's a different story if you have cannonballs and firearms.

He picked up the hem of his clothes and walked upstairs.

There are two people sitting and standing by the window on the second floor.

The person sitting was wearing a military uniform, and there was a tall hat on the table.

Another man standing was a man of martial arts, with bulging temples, and was wearing a clear robe embroidered with lions.

A military officer of the first rank embroiders a unicorn, and a military officer of the second rank embroiders a lion.

Marshal Xu is so ambitious that even a wild dog under his command dares to wear a second-grade official robe.

The two of them also heard the footsteps going up the stairs and saw He Cheng. The officer sitting at the table stood up and laughed like a bandit leader: "Mr. Liao, you are here!"

"Commander, you made a mistake!" The dogleg reminded him, "This is Mr. He! My maiden name is Liao, and my surname is He!"

"Really? How do I remember... it's broken! I thought wrong, I thought wrong!"

Marshal Xu patted his bright forehead and apologized with a grin on his face. He came over and stretched out his white-gloved hands to grab He Cheng. "I'm so sorry, Mr. He!"

When they met, he showed off his power and deliberately talked about Master He's "father". Although he finally got the property of the Liao family, it did not belong to the Liao family.

They will never know until their death that the Liao family was just a game played by the banshee from beginning to end.

"The handsome man just made a slip of the tongue, it doesn't matter," He Chengman replied nonchalantly.

The two sat down.

"What brings you to me, Marshal?"

He Cheng asked straight to the point.

"I..." Marshal Xu rubbed his hands. "Look, it's already May 5th. The brothers in the army are training hard and the food can't keep up. I heard that Mr. He is kind-hearted and should be able to help the army. Brothers. We can’t let our brothers go hungry to defend their home and country, right?”

He Cheng poured himself a glass of water slowly and leisurely, with two handfuls of tea leaves floating in the light green water.

"Commander, you may be mistaken. We are not engaged in charity."

As soon as his fingers touched the cup, the heat in the teacup disappeared instantly.

This scene did not escape the attention of the loser.

The dog-legged boy's little eyes were squeezed into slits, and the veins on his brow were thumping wildly.

"Master"

"Mr. He, we protect our family and our country, and you just accept our favor in vain and do nothing? You have to know that foreigners are so cruel. Without my protection of 200,000 troops, your Liao family will be the first to be robbed!" "

Marshal Xu has a lot of energy, and his mustache is swinging up and down like a sword.

Bang~

The tea cup was gently placed on the table, and Gouzizi jumped back subconsciously.

"What are you doing! Come back!" Marshal Xu didn't understand why his men jumped back, but he was embarrassed. Marshal Xu shouted, just in time to call back the idiot's consciousness.

After coming back to his senses, Gouzi's back was already wet and soaked with sweat.

"Commander, this... this..." The bitch opened his mouth, unable to give a reason.

"You want food, I have it, and I have money." He Cheng just drank a glass of water, then picked up the teapot and poured himself another glass.

"Hehe! Wouldn't it be better if I said this earlier? From now on, everyone will be good to you and I will be good to you!" Dashuai Xu said happily.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, I want to..."

He Cheng held his chin in his hand and looked out the window, but suddenly stopped.

A huge tomato passed by the teahouse. At least three people hugged it, one person tall.

The old cow pulling the cart was panting from exhaustion while pulling just one tomato.

"Yes, what do you want?" Marshal Xu waited for a long time but didn't get a reply, and he became anxious.

He Cheng's subordinates exclaimed, "I wonder if Marshal Xu is short of adjutants? I think I can do the job."

"That's it, of course!" Marshal Xu slapped the table and stood up.

Even if one person is inferior, so what if he is superior to ten thousand people? Marshal Xu is confident that as long as he is alive, no one in this army can shout.

But when he stood up, he also saw the bullock cart transporting huge tomatoes downstairs.

"How much can you give?" Marshal Xu turned his head forcefully and asked He Cheng.

"Three yuan per person, I'll take six hundred thousand first."

Not to mention six hundred thousand, six million is easy.

"good!"

Marshal Xu clapped his hands, "Where's the boss? Hurry up and give me two dishes!"

"Also... go and see what's going on. If there's any treasure, just grab it!" Marshal Xu said without avoiding He Cheng, a typical bandit's idea.

He thought this could scare He Cheng. If I can't get it, I'll grab it. See if you're not afraid.

But Marshal Xu didn't know that the man in front of him had made a fortune by killing people and selling goods.