Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Go ahead!"

To the left and right, soldiers carrying guns pushed Qinghai's back.

Seven-tenths of his martial arts skills were tied up with a hemp rope, Qinghai jumped forward and moved forward.

"Bah, it smells so bad!"

"It's summer, meat rots quickly."

"Did you die just after being imprisoned today?"

"I heard that Adjutant Xu is preparing to take over the position of commander-in-chief. What other powerful guys are there around him?"

As soon as they entered the cell, the two soldiers held their noses and chatted.

Qinghai sniffed: "What a heavy corpse aura!"

It's rare to see corpses rising to the sky in broad daylight, so there's definitely something wrong in the prison.

"Listen to me, you two. Your adjutant is definitely haunted by evil spirits such as zombies and demons. You'd better listen to me and let me go to subdue the evil spirits!"

"I think you are the biggest evil"

The soldier interrupted Qinghai with disdain.

"Our Marshal Xu's Xu Mansion was burned down, and now he's saying that our adjutant is haunted by evil spirits? You'd better go in and wait for death!"

"go in!"

The two of them kicked Qinghai into the cell, locked the door behind their backs, and left.

"Let me see what's weird in there!"

Qinghai stood up from the ground and jumped into the darkness.

There were haystacks at the feet, and the smell of excrement from the toilet was mixed with the smell of rotten meat.

"Hey!"

Qinghai was tripped by the person lying on the ground and fell to the ground.

"Are you OK"

Qinghai walked up to the lying person, only to find that the other person had already lost his breath.

"dead"

There are dead people in the prison, and the smell of corpses is strong.

Thin ropes.

Someone was walking around on the haystack, and the air of corpse was so thick that Qinghai couldn't tell whether the person was a human or a ghost.

"who is it!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, then suddenly fled away again.

A livid face suddenly rushed in front of Qinghai.

He had seen a lot of dead people and was more friendly than living people, so he wasn't frightened, but...

"Excuse me!"

When his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he realized that the people who had just walked out of the movement were all walking dead!

At a rough count, there were twenty or thirty people!

"Who is raising zombies here and what is going on!"

Qinghai was still guessing when a deep voice came: "Back off!"

The zombies who gathered around were actually trembling, and they really let go of the meat in front of them, bowed their heads and retreated.

Qinghai was still guessing the identity of the speaker. In the darkness, the man dressed in military uniform slowly walked up to Master Qinghai: "I've been looking for you for a long time, Qinghai!"

"Heizhi!"

The talking black zombie!

Did the evil sect use secret techniques to transform themselves into zombies, or did the zombies that became demons naturally become spirits?

Either way is a big problem.

"Where is the other Taoist priest who helped you?"

He Cheng looked at the top of Qinghai's head. The level 24 he held on his head was considered capable of fighting, but he was no match for him.

"Fellow Daoist Qian returned to Shili Town"

Qinghai's hands and feet were tied, and he believed that it would be difficult to survive in the hands of this group of zombies, so he directly threw out Qian Zhenren. When Heizong came to the door, Qian Zhenren should be prepared to slay the demons.

"You're happy"

He Cheng grinned and raised his hand to press on Qinghai's shoulder.

Qinghai Tiger stared, twisted his waist to dodge, but felt pain in his shoulders. The zombie claws with fine black hair had penetrated into his flesh and pinched the bones!

The corpse's mouth opened, and Qinghai's consciousness darkened.

[Physique] +6 (95%)

He Cheng has sucked Qinghai's blood and is expected to be promoted.

There were nearly thirty people in the cell, and the only benefit it brought was that the progress bar increased by 1%. It was too slow, and it was still a pleasure to bite the monks with good cultivation.

"Next is the Taoist priest surnamed Qian."

Instruct Adjutant Xu to find an excuse to put the living person in a cell. After tying roosters and black dogs everywhere, He Cheng had already spread his wings and rushed towards the nearby Shili Town.

…

Dozens of miles away from Xu Town,

The richest man in town, the Tan family.

Wang Di hangs on the green tiles and the red wall, which is ten feet high.

In the small courtyard of fine craftsmanship, withered wintersweet trees are planted to welcome the winter. At this time, peach and chrysanthemums are blooming.

There are also small stone tables made with bare hands, costing 500 yuan each, stool surfaces engraved with unicorn beasts, and sheep paths paved with bluestone bricks.

In the past, only the royal family dared to use it to wait for the emperor to return. Now that the Qing government has fallen, the Beiyang government that has been propped up is seeing its decline day by day, and the rich naturally no longer have so many taboos.

In addition, the Tan family's hands and eyes are very good, and the yamen in other places have long been dressed in foreign styles such as police stations and township offices, but here they are still called yamen, using the old method.

Why?

Although the old law is outdated, it is very effective in protecting the rights and interests of the wealthy. If the provincial capital beats the police down, the Tan family will be the biggest piece of meat according to the size of those guys with guns. Therefore, Boss Tan and many businessmen spent a lot of money to channel upwards, and thus retained the yamen.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the Beiyang government has no time to care about the domineering Marshal Xu and Marshal Dalong. Who will care about such a trivial matter as the reform of the yamen?

The two of them were strolling in the small courtyard.

"well!"

Boss Tan sighed, and the bastard came forward with a paper fan and asked, "What's the matter, sir? Is Xiao Zhang's wife tired of having enough fun?"

"I almost got caught and raped in bed by Zhang DaDa today! That boy has learned kung fu, and if he gets caught, I'll be finished!"

"Is the master worried that Xiao Zhang's wife will spill the beans?" The dogleg laughed and said, "Don't worry about this. I dare not say it to others. Xiao Zhang's wife will never admit it. Zhang Bingda has no ability to surrender to her."

Boss Tan shook his head, "That won't work either, I'm panicking!"

"It's better..." Gou Leg grabbed the paper fan and scratched his neck, the meaning was self-evident.

"This is a new society, killing people is bad, right?"

Boss Tan said it was not good, but his heart was already moved.

"Of course it's not good to kill people openly. Master, you are a businessman, and everything is about peace, hehe." Goujiuzi fanned his paper fan and said with a smile:

"But I know a master who knows the Maoshan technique!"

Boss Tan suddenly said: "You mean?"

"Put a curse on him and kill him quietly!"

…

Zhang boldly walked among the crowd. He got off work early today. As soon as he got home, he found two people lying on the crack of the door, watching, saying that his wife was stealing.

Zhang DaDa happened to see a man holding his wife under him through the crack in the door. However, he grabbed a knife and rushed in, but he failed to see the man. Instead, his wife pointed at him and scolded him, which made the neighbors laugh.

"Is this shoe mine?"

He was holding an old shoe. It didn't smell like his own, and the shoe was obviously one size larger than his own feet.

"Maybe that woman is really cheating on her! Huh, don't let me catch you next time, otherwise, I'm sure!"

Zhang boldly clenched his fists, but when he thought of his wife's pretty face and ability to act mischievously, he became discouraged.

It happened that he bumped into someone who kept staring at him.

After a while, he came up and asked, "Are you Zhang DaDa?"

"I am, who are you?"

"Why have you forgotten me? We had a drink together back then!" The man patted Zhang Bold's shoulder and said.

"You are very brave, aren't you?"

As soon as he mentioned that he was bold, Zhang boldly straightened his back.

"It seems you really know me!"

"Just in time, I'll make a bet with you. If you dare to spend the night at Ma's ancestral hall tonight, I'll give you ten yuan!"

"Ten dollars? It's a deal!"

He is bolder than Zhang Daudao, and he has never lost yet!