Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Granny, you still want me to be cannon fodder?"

It was He Cheng who was jumping and running through the woods.

Seeing the fight between the witch and Uncle Jiu, He Cheng turned around and ran away.

"I am a zombie baby. If I face the boss now, I am seeking death."

If there were divisions of force value in this world, He Cheng absolutely believed that Uncle Jiu would be at the top.

When he was leaving, he glanced in panic. Uncle Jiu's head was illuminated by a level 34 red light. It was so powerful that he couldn't resist.

At this time, the ghosts in He Cheng's body were smashed by the corpse energy, and their three souls and seven souls were crushed like being thrown into a garlic mortar, and finally turned into nutrients that enhanced his strength.

After escaping for three or four miles, he changed direction.

"My precious umbrella!"

He Cheng crossed the top of the mountain and instead of going straight down the river, he changed his direction and rushed to the cave where the horse thief lived.

An umbrella that can be used for traveling during the day helps him block the sun and increases his mobility. Naturally, he cannot throw it away casually.

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Let’s talk about a few days ago.

Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin time.

The cold moonlight shines on the land of China, and demons dance wildly.

There is a village dozens of miles away from Fugui Town.

In a small courtyard at the head of the village, chickens were penned and a doghouse was built. Not long ago, the owner gave away the puppy that he had raised for two years due to inexplicable reasons.

Entering the main room, a middle-aged man wearing a short coat and long eyebrows was holding three sticks of incense.

With a flick of his backhand, the incense ignited spontaneously.

"Master, I have no children. That little guy has never hurt anyone, and my two apprentices are not living up to expectations. They will marry and have children in the future. I just hope that the little guy can accompany me to the end of my life..."

"oops!"

There was a lot of noise in the attic.

"Those three brats!"

The middle-aged man climbed up to the attic and saw two apprentices busy dealing with a little zombie wearing Qing Dynasty official uniform.

"Explain it to me later!"

He grabbed the shoulders of the two disciples and threw them away. He pinched the spell with his back hand and pointed his sword finger on the little zombie's forehead with a spiritual light.

The crazy little zombie stopped.

He carried the little zombie on his shoulders like a sack, ending the farce.

After catching the little zombie and going downstairs, the middle-aged man picked up a tomato and put it into the little zombie's mouth. His white corpse teeth pierced the tomato and it was instantly sucked.

The little zombies also settled down, their bloodshot veins receded, and their madness subsided.

"Didn't I tell you that today is a yin year and a yin month? When it hits a yin state, ordinary corpses will turn into corpses if exposed to the moonlight. What did you do? You actually let him suck the moonlight?"

"No, master, this boy is naughty."

The little zombie made faces at the two people being scolded.

"is that so?"

The middle-aged man turned to look at the little zombie behind him. The little zombie who had just made a face suddenly shook his head aggrievedly.

The hat on the head is separated to the left and right, and there is a painting hidden inside.

In the painting, two people are holding a little zombie, holding a hammer and scissors in their hands, with fierce and vivid expressions.

"Hey, don't slander me!"

"Ah Hao and Fang, what else do you want to say?"

"Anyway, master, you are favoring him." Al Fang lowered his head and saw the little zombie hiding behind the master's legs showing his head, pulling his lower eyelids apart and pulling his cheeks apart, sticking out his tongue and making a face.

"You brat!"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows trembled: "Who are you scolding?"

A Fang quickly shook his head and admitted his mistake: "No, I meant that I was a brat, and I actually made you angry, Master..."

"Huh, that's pretty much it!"

The little zombie "Jiji" behind him smiled even more proudly.

"One eyebrow Taoist priest, one eyebrow Taoist priest!"

There was a man knocking on the door outside. Ahao turned around and opened the door bolt to avoid being scolded.

The man entered the door, out of breath: "Hurry up and help, Taoist Priest!"

"Stay well at home." Taoist priest Yimei turned to yell at the little zombie: "Don't think you can escape!"

"Ah Hao and Fang, come with me to have a look."

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He Cheng returned to Ma Thief Cave and saw a centipede crawling on his Bagua Yellow Cloth Bag.

He grabbed the centipede and threw it away, then picked up the paper umbrella and cloth bag on the ground. Only then did he realize that the centipede he had just thrown out moved more and more stiffly, and died within a few seconds.

The medicine is much more effective than the insect-killing red pills sold at market stalls.

"Is this corpse poison?"

As a zombie, what deadly things can you have on yourself?

Leaving aside corpse teeth and fingernails, all that's left is corpse qi and corpse poison.

It was the first time he saw the effect of his own corpse poison. The most vivid memory of watching zombie movies back then was "Mr. Zombie". Wen Cai was bitten by a zombie and after a day or two, he was still half human and half corpse.

Centipedes are originally negative poisons. When you open the coffin, rats, cockroaches and centipedes are the most common. Nowadays, a centipede cannot stay in He Cheng's hand for more than a few seconds. Is his corpse poison really so strong? Or maybe there are other reasons.

He only regarded it as his own ability, and now it was important to run away.

The paper umbrella opened slightly, and a will-o'-the-wisp sprang out and circled around him twice, as if to celebrate his safe return.

"Let's go"

He Cheng wrapped himself in a black robe, carried a yellow cloth bag on his shoulder, grabbed a paper umbrella and left the cave.

At the same time, Fugui Town,

Uncle Jiu looked sad.

The witch finally disappeared, and only the two horse thieves who survived were captured by him.

"Put them in the Yamen Prison first. I believe the horse thieves will come to rescue their companions."

Uncle Jiu returned to the bedroom, looked at Aqiang lying on the bed with dark circles under his eyes, and sighed. The corpse poison was not incurable, and Aqiang was gradually getting better.

According to Wang Wanwan's family, the zombie walked with an umbrella during the day.

You can move around during the day, but if you hurt someone, the poison will attack the heart. If you are not careful, the poisoned person will turn into a zombie in just half an hour.

And zombies are very intelligent.

This is an absolute disaster!

Can Fugui Town survive this disaster?

The zombie that was being talked about was traveling southward along the river overnight. The population in the south was small, and there were foreigners in Xiangjiang. The residents in this section of the journey were the poorest.

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River within a river,

The water flows southward along the low terrain.

Due to the recent horse thieves, nearby villagers did not have the courage to fish in the river.

But there are many fat fish with bleached bellies, clumsy tails, and they look like they will die.

Fish flow down the river.

"Ah Hao, do you want to buy fish?"

"My master wants to eat fish soup. You know, he is old and has a big mouth."

Ah Hao was holding a straw rope in his hand, and the straw rope was passed through the fish's gills. After leaving the water, the fish was still breathing, and its mouth opened and opened.

The two carp were about the size of a hand and a half, and cost Ahao more than a dozen men.

"By the way, Uncle Wang, where are you going with the basket on your back?"

Wang Dahai is a well-known lazy man in the village. Ahao has never seen him get up early in the morning to plow the fields.

Most days, Wang Dahai's vegetable garden is half dead, and it is almost impossible to eat.

"Go to the neighboring village, don't you know?"

"I don't know, is there anything good?" Ahao shook his head and looked at Wang Dahai curiously.

Wang Dahai looked around, avoiding the villagers who were walking to the fields in the morning, and quietly whispered into Ah Hao's ear: "I heard that there is a fish disaster in Lincun!"

"Fish disaster? Don't tease me, Uncle Wang. This is not the beach. Where did the fish disaster come from?"

Ah Hao waved his hand: "There is only a small river dozens of miles away, and it is almost dry at our end, and I haven't seen any fish fry."

"Why did I lie to you!"

Uncle Wang glared unhappily: "Believe it or not, I went to catch fish to eat. I heard that there are many fish floating down the river. They are so fat and big that some people can't eat them. I'm going to sell them in the town."

"real or fake?"

Ah Hao thought about it. The master calculated the money to buy fish every day, and every time it was one penny no more and no more than one penny less. If there was free fish to eat, the money to buy fish would belong to him alone.

Every month, the master confiscated his and Al Fang's wages, claiming to be saving them.

I have no money and can't buy anything except enough food.

"Uncle Wang, please run away, I have to go home and make fish stew for the master."

They are all human beings. Why couldn’t Wang Dahai see what A Hao meant? He asked him to make a trip and if there were plenty of fish, Ah Hao would follow suit. If there were no fish, there was no need to make an extra trip: "I see you can’t trust me. Oh, forget it." , don’t be greedy if you see me carrying fish this afternoon!”

"If there really is a fat fish, we have to rely on Uncle Wang!"

Ah Hao handed over his hand, and he didn't hesitate to say good things without paying for it. He was really a fat fish, and he could make a lot of money in a month.