Reborn Zombie Supreme

The mountain road is winding and the bluestone paved road is also difficult to navigate.

It's just that the road is steep and it's not easy to go up the mountain.

Entering the open-air charity village, there were more than 20 corpses lined up in the first row. Some were dressed as businessmen, beggars, watchmen with their hats off, drowned maids, and pregnant women with bleeding from their belly and crotch. Without exception, my mouth is stuffed with tofu.

"Ghost eats tofu"

There should be an expert here.

There is resentment on these corpses, and the corpses contain a breath of resentment, which is the condition for the origin of zombies.

Tofu calms the good souls and evil souls, and when the black and white impermanence that seduces the soul comes, it can help clear away the grievances, and there will be no problem.

He Cheng glanced at the open-air charity village and took in the whole scene, then stepped forward to the lined coffins.

There were twenty coffins in a row, with benches at both ends.

If the coffin does not touch the ground and is not grounded, the dead body will not be alive.

He Cheng raised his hand and pinched the coffin lid. The red coffin lid looked like tofu dregs. Five fingers easily got in and lifted it!

"Roar!"

A corpse jumped up, with a pale face, an ashen mouth, and a rotten tongue.

"Lie down!"

A punch was punched into the corpse's chest, and the stiff corpse immediately deflated and collapsed softly in the coffin.

After the coffin lid was closed, He Cheng turned to the second coffin.

It was only after he came to this place that he realized that Qinghai loved sleeping in coffins, and he was probably lying in one of these coffins!

…

In the coffin, Qinghai's heart was beating rapidly, with a mouthful of rice wine in his mouth, holding the seal in his hand, waiting for the person who opened the coffin to approach.

The voices got closer and closer, and the two or three tough guys were easily subdued.

The visitor is not good!

There was a clang, and the coffin lid shook.

coming!

Qinghai saw the light piercing through the cracks in the coffin, swelling like frog gills, and spraying water mist from a sip of wine!

laugh!

Killing me head-on, before the word "Happy Qinghai" came up on my brows, I heard an angry voice: "Fellow Taoist Qinghai, business cannot be done without benevolence and righteousness, so you don't need to spit on me!"

He was shirtless in front of him, with a water-stained face, and long hair that reached his waist, except for the bald top.

"Fellow Daoist Qian! Why are you here?"

Qinghai was stunned for a moment, his voice was as rough as a cow and full of confusion.

"Why can't I be here!"

Qian Zhenren sighed and said: "I bumped into a white-haired zombie, drink! It's so fierce! I was beaten until I was peeing, and I had to use the golden cicada to escape from its shell."

"so smart?"

Qinghai frowned, his thick black eyebrows and Chinese character face made people trust him when he spoke.

"I calculated just now that a big disaster is coming! Now from what Fellow Taoist Qian says, it should be the zombie you mentioned!"

"That's why I came to you!"

Qian Zhenren said righteously: "We cannot sit back and watch zombies run rampant and endanger the people."

"Fellow Daoist Qian, you are still thinking about your business. I told you that you are willing to come to this place to slay demons and bring benefits. However, I never charge for helping people, so I won't leave."

The two of them have similar abilities, one makes money and the other is free. Qian Zhenren's business has expanded to this point and it is not difficult to get business.

"Everything is better than getting rid of zombies!"

Zhenren Qian deliberately made a trip, but he felt regretful that he didn't succeed. However, he also thought that if he became famous, eight villages in ten miles would recognize his name as Zhenren Qian, and he would still make a lot of money!

"It's almost the fourth watch. Zombies don't dare to do evil at dawn. Let's get up at noon tomorrow to do the ritual and look for that zombie."

"That's how it should be!"

…

"Clang"

The last coffin was opened, and the rotten human flesh at the bottom of the coffin attracted flies. When the lid of the coffin was opened, it was like opening a cage, and flies swarmed into the sky.

There were also a few that flew towards He Cheng out of nowhere, touched his skin, and fell to the ground like dumplings, dying in pieces.

"None of them. Are you looking in the wrong place?"

He Cheng turned around, and a bloody wind suddenly blew in the open-air Yizhuang.

The moonlight above the head was covered with black cloth, and the burning paper money and precious candles were immediately extinguished, one by one from far to near.

"Hiss~!"

A white horse was snoring, and it was riding on a white horse wearing a black dress, a pure silk garment, a white silk singlet, and red shoes.

The white horse was beating gongs and drums, the suonas were ringing, and they were playing funeral music, but everyone's faces were still beaming with joy.

After that, there is a big sedan with eight blood-red carriages. The bearers wear red belts and hats with the word "happy" on them, and have white faces and red cheeks.

Ghost welcomes the bride!

"you you you!"

The groom drove his horse up to He Cheng and pointed at the coffin with his fingers trembling, "Why did you destroy my uncle's and aunt's house! And my grandma is over a hundred years old, how can you bear it!"

He Cheng raised his fist and hit the horse's back, pinched the horse's neck and broke it. The tall horse looked like paper. He turned it over and over, rolled it into a ball and threw it on the ground. It turned out to be a paper horse!

Without the horse, the man fell to the ground lightly, his fingernails were red, his face was green and he had fangs, and he turned into an evil ghost.

"I want your life! Ah!"

"Hey——!" He Cheng raised his hand, and with short flat nails as fast as a knife, he cut off the groom's head, stepped on his chest, crushed him on the ground and rubbed him left and right, and the groom's head turned into black smoke and dispersed. .

"Kill him and avenge my boss!"

A swarm of swarms of people beating gongs, drums and suonas rushed towards He Cheng.

When fists collided head-on, one by one, they all turned into paper figures. When they hit the ground, they turned into paper ash and flew away.

"Why is this person like this!"

"That's right, it's good news for bad people, and it damages one's morality!"

He Cheng raised his eyes again, and all the corpses lying in the open-air courtyard disappeared, and only living people appeared in front of him.

Pointing at him and whispering softly.

"It turned out that I broke into a ghost cave"

He Cheng walked forward. Since he had provoked a ghost, he was not afraid of arousing more hatred. He raised his hand and tore open the red sedan chair and pulled out a bride with a phoenix crown and a beautiful plumage. He stole the groom's job and lifted the red hijab.

Her pale face is delicate, her oval-shaped cheeks are pink and her eyes are pink, and her appearance is exquisite. I really feel pity for her when I see her.

"Sir~, my little girl Qiao Cui'er was unfortunately bullied by the ghosts from the Pan family's evil grave today..."

The red lips and red mouth spoke softly, and the white-haired palm came down from the top of the head with a "slap". The palm covered in corpse air immediately knocked the bride out of her mind.

"You dare to lie to zombies? You are telling nonsense!"

He Cheng turned around and looked around. The ghosts were doing their own things, as if they didn't see his actions. He didn't bother to make trouble for these ghosts. They were all the first seven ghosts, either with resentment in their throats or with their lives still lingering. Even if you kill them all, you will get little experience, just like ordinary people.

"Haggis, mutton soup~"

“Shaobing, steamed buns and big pancakes~”

After going down the mountain, a market opened outside.

The old man carrying the burden had broth in the bucket in front of him and a basket of pasta in the back.

The old man met He Cheng and took two steps away.

If he is stronger, ghosts will naturally avoid him.

He Cheng controlled the corpse energy to burn his eyes, and the Yin energy that blinded his perception dispersed. Only then did the old man's burden reveal its original shape. The bucket in front was filled with blood soup. . .

"Old man, how much does a bowl of this cost?"

A child in single clothes was stopped in his tracks by the broth.

It's a living person!

There were many ghosts, big and small, behind them, all of them had pale and miserable faces, and their saliva was dripping down.

There is also a decapitated ghost whose head floats on top of the boy's head. However, the old man selling mutton soup glared at him and shrank back.

"Is it raining?"

The boy raised his head strangely and touched the sticky water droplets on his forehead.

"Today I see that you look kind and look like my grandson. Let's have a bowl of soup. It's free of charge!"

The old man turned around and picked up a spittoon, scooped out a spoonful of blood soup with toes, grabbed the heads of two children, put them on the table, and handed them to the boys.

He smiled kindly and said, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. If it's not enough, I'll fill it up for you."