Hong Kong variety show starting from zombies

Two half-person-high rice buckets that were 80% full, and four half-person-high vegetable buckets that were 70% full were all lifted out.

The master chefs in the cafeteria were also very considerate and helpful and placed them directly on the dining table closest to the dining area.

Xiao Zhang was even given a big spoon.

The students who were watching the excitement finally couldn't help but gathered around. The people in dormitory 404 also relied on the reputation of the stabbing dormitory to force their way in and occupied a favorable viewing position.

The teachers who were dining in the teachers' cafeteria on the second floor, as well as Sir Li and others, all leaned on the railing on the second floor to look down.

"Can a normal person eat so much?"

"Impossible, not to mention there are so many things. The total amount of food he has eaten before can't be eaten by a normal person. Unless, everything under his skin is empty, and he is just a human-shaped rice bucket."

"Could it be...Maoshan Taoism?"

"If he can finish all the food in these six dining buckets, I will believe that there is Maoshan Taoism in this world."

"Do you want to open the market?"

"..."

A teacher glanced at Sir Li, and then the teachers remembered that their actual principal was still present.

But what no one noticed was that Sir Li's eyes were strange, as if he was recalling some bizarre events in the past, or looking forward to something.

First floor.

Xiao Zhang among the crowd fell into a very strange state.

Essentially, he doesn't care about being a big eater, but after eating ten dinner plates, he also has to eat food from six and a half-person-high dining buckets, and he wants to pretend to be a normal person. Mentality is counterproductive.

But because of his strange state, Xiao Zhang also ignored it.

The dining pail is in place, the big spoon is in place.

Xiao Zhang sat in front of the dining table, stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, chewed it briefly, and then swallowed it.

Then came two spoonfuls of food, doing exactly the same thing as before.

With such constant repetition, the food in the six dining buckets became less and less, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, and the students' eyes became more and more amazed.

The temperature in the cafeteria seemed to be rising due to the gathering of people, and it was like the air-conditioning that kept blowing was being inhaled into the lungs by the students at a faster rate.

None of this has anything to do with Xiao Zhang.

After waking up after sleeping for 70 years, he had never eaten so much food, and Uncle Feng's family's food reserves were not as large as this one.

After all, he is a single man, so he can feed himself and the whole family will not be hungry.

But after the meals prepared in this canteen reached the level of thousands of people, even if it was just a little more, it would far exceed the extra meals Xiao Zhang had eaten in the past half month.

Eating a lot did not make Xiao Zhang feel full.

After those meals entered his stomach, they were directly digested into energy by the red gastric juice, not even leaving much residue.

As spoonful after spoonful of food was eaten, Xiao Zhang, who was looking inside, finally saw the red gastric juice clearly.

It wasn't gastric juice, but a red flame that looked like liquid.

Is this what Uncle Feng said, the power of fire?

So, where does this power come from?

Judging from Uncle Feng's performance, it seems that zombies should not have this kind of power.

The food in the dining bucket was getting less and less, and Xiao Zhang was eating slower and slower, not because he was full, nor because the red flame couldn't digest it.

It was because he felt the energy refined by the flames. After being absorbed by his stomach, it flowed relatively clearly throughout his body.

It was like there were countless rivers in his body, and the energy turned into water and nourished his whole body along these rivers.

Meridians?

It shouldn’t be, I’m a zombie, where did my meridians come from?

Perhaps, this is the power of water that Uncle Feng said?

The clearer Xiao Zhang saw, the more puzzled he became, which made him more eager to hope that seven or eight years would pass quickly. When Uncle Feng reached the critical moment of life and death, he would definitely tell him a lot of useful information, including what he expected. Zombie training method.

After all, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

When a good guy like Uncle Feng is about to die, he can't possibly turn into a bad guy and lie, right?

In the process of energy flow, Xiao Zhang can feel that his body is becoming more and more perfect. This perfection is perfection in a human-like sense.

He lacked everything before, but his skin, bones, nerves, muscles, etc. were all zombie-like.

Especially his blood, which is not the red color of normal people, but a weird-looking black, just like the color of his hair.

But now, as the refining energy continues to increase, his blood begins to turn red.

It was like the blood of a normal person, but also like the flames refining food in his stomach.

By analogy, other body parts become more and more like normal people.

But this did not make his physical quality decline. On the contrary, it continued to improve, and a clear and spiritual sense appeared.

Pangu created the sky and created the earth. The clear air rose to become the sky, and the turbid air sank to become the earth.

Xiao Zhang suddenly thought of this legend, and it felt very similar to his own now.

If zombies such as white zombies, green zombies, and hairy zombies are all creatures of turbid air and can only leap on the earth, then the flying zombies that can fly can be described as creatures of clear air.

So, as long as I eat a little more, I can evolve into a flying zombie?

Feeling the changes brought about by the food he ate, Xiao Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

There is a long way to go.

But the people around didn't know why Xiao Zhang sighed. They just saw Xiao Zhang finishing all the food in the six dining buckets, and then sighed helplessly.

It's like... not having enough to eat.

The quiet cafeteria suddenly became noisy.

"No problem."

"okay."

"Is there any mistake, food bucket!"

"You can do it."

"That's great."

"..."

Xiao Zhang was not used to it. He felt that the voice of "fuck" was more familiar to him, but these people were not very educated and couldn't even say "fuck".

A bunch of scum.

Xiao Zhang didn't intend to pay attention to these people. He didn't want to be a policeman at all. He just wanted to be a lawless maniac. When he saw these people in front of him, he felt that his eyes were filled with enemies.

"Everyone get out of the way."

Ma Jun squeezed in front of Xiao Zhang with excitement on his face. When the students around him saw that it was him, they all chose to be quiet.

There are fighting courses in the academy, and no one wants to spar with Ma Jun.

"Do you know martial arts?"

Ma Jun stared at Xiao Zhang with burning eyes, and started talking to himself without waiting for Xiao Zhang's answer.

"I've heard of a kind of kung fu. After you practice it, you can eat a month's worth of food in one meal, and then you don't have to eat again for a month. I've also heard of a state. After you reach it, you can eat a month's worth of food in one meal. Lose a whole cow.”

The quiet students around him looked at Xiao Zhang in amazement.

Compared with the reaction of all the teachers who laughed when they heard about Maoshan Taoism, this reaction is actually normal now.

Because transcendence is too far away for most people, they think it does not exist.

But in this world with spiritual energy, martial arts have been passed down.

Ma Jun can fight because he knows martial arts.

"I have never seen this kind of Kung Fu in my life. I have only seen one person achieve this kind of state in my life, but I have never been able to fight."

Ma Jun's eyes were full of fighting intent, and he cupped his fists and raised his hands.

"Wing Chun, Ma Jun, please give me some advice."

Wing Chun?

Haha... I've already started practicing. You want to play Wing Chun with me?

When hundreds of people focused their attention on Xiao Zhang, he didn't feel nervous at all. After all, he was also someone who had formed an armed team by himself.

After slowly getting up.

Xiao Zhang ignored everyone's expectations, became arrogant and prepared to leave.

"Give me a moment, thank you."

The students who were blocking Xiao Zhang subconsciously wanted to get out of the way.

But Ma Jun's expression turned cold.

"Whoever lets me fight me for him."

Everyone stopped moving.

It looked like Xiao Zhang was surrounded by more than two hundred people.

"kindness?"

Xiao Zhang turned to look at Ma Jun and laughed.

"Young man, your lack of experience can only mean that your life is too short. Now... I will give you a chance to gain experience."

Ma Jun felt like he was going to explode and was so angry.

But opponents are easy to come by, and masters are hard to find, so he can only suppress his anger and clasp his fists again.

"Okay, then I will learn more. Wing Chun, Ma Jun, please give me some advice."

Xiao Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly with a joking tone.

"Young man, do you have any misunderstandings? What I mean is... don't seek death."