American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The gong was struck five times, the rooster crowed, and the sky brightened.

Real Person Qian was drenched in sweat, his hands and feet trembling.

He had been frantically active all night, almost completely exhausting his physical strength.

The zombie, under his control, had turned the Ma family ancestral hall upside down, but couldn't even find Zhang Bold's shadow.

Real Person Qian was so frustrated he was about to vomit blood. What on earth was going on?

Was it really this difficult to earn a bit of money these days?

As the sky began to lighten, Scabby Dog, wearing a slovenly robe, cautiously approached the Ma family ancestral hall, carefully looking around to make sure no one was nearby before taking out a key from his pocket and opening the gate.

He peered inside, calling out softly, "Zhang Bold, Zhang Bold?"

The inside was empty and silent.

Scabby Dog scratched his head in confusion.

"What? No one's here? Did he run away?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Bold suddenly jumped out, staring face to face at Scabby Dog, who was so startled he leaped back with a yell.

Scabby Dog, being a professional deadbeat, was very slippery. He suddenly lunged forward, then quickly retreated, slipping free.

"Zhang Bold, aren't you supposed to be the boldest? How could you be so scared by a mere zombie? Could it be that you gave yourself that title of 'Most Courageous'?"

Zhang Bold's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't get so worked up. Now that you know there's a zombie in the Ma family ancestral hall, it's naturally become the best place. Since you were okay last night, I'll make you another bet. If you sleep in the Ma family ancestral hall for one night, I'll give you fifty taels of silver. Listen carefully, that's fifty taels of pure, white silver!"

Scabby Dog grinned, repeatedly showing his hand, his tone full of enticement.

Zhang Bold hummed: "You think you can get rid of your grandpa with just fifty taels of silver? Keep dreaming! The Ma family ancestral hall can't be compared to other places!

There's a zombie here!"

"Then how about I offer one hundred taels of silver?"

"At least two hundred taels of silver!"

Hearing one hundred taels of silver, Zhang Bold's heart skipped a beat, and then, in a moment of excitement, he blurted it out.

Before he could regret it, Scabby Dog immediately clapped his hands and shouted, "Great, it's a deal! Here's fifty taels of silver as a deposit. Let's meet here tonight before sunset!"

Scabby Dog finished speaking quickly, threw down a large silver ingot, turned around, and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

The silver ingot landed, creating a small pit in the dirt. Zhang Bold stared at it, his heart aching so much he almost fainted.

He lunged forward, and as he picked up the silver, Scabby Dog had already disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Zhang Bold suddenly came to his senses.

"He agreed to two hundred taels of silver!"

"I'm going to get rich!"

"No, to break tonight's situation, I still have to give up sixty percent.

If I calculate it this way, one hundred and twenty taels of silver will go to someone else!"

Just thinking about it made Zhang Bold's heart ache. Although he hadn't seen the silver yet, it didn't stop him from treating the money as his own.

This inexplicably appearing young scholar is asking for too much, and his origins are mysterious, so he's not very trustworthy. Otherwise, I should go ask Master Xu for help. His calculations are quite accurate. According to his strategy last night, the zombie didn't find me at all. Most importantly, he doesn't charge money.

With a change of heart, Zhang Bold made up his mind.

He quickly stuffed the fifty taels of silver into his pocket and hurried towards the charity house.

Qi Shan actually didn't care about Zhang Bold's choice. Whether he asked him for help or Master Xu for help.

There was actually no difference.

Anyway, the things he was asked to prepare would definitely be exactly the same.

However, Qi Shan would definitely arrange more backup plans to prevent the opponent from suddenly becoming fierce. After all, every time he fought a boss, the opponent would have a rage state. After experiencing a night of setbacks, the power of the altar and spells would definitely increase.

To be on the safe side, Qi Shan would prepare more black dog blood, fill simple bamboo tubes with it, and install them on the beams of the Ma family ancestral hall. Then, he would connect the mechanism with ropes. As long as he discovered that the zombie was approaching, people outside could pull the ropes and spray a large amount of black dog blood.

Of course, these were just minor details. Qi Shan's main purpose was to put Real Person Qian in a paralyzed state.

Being forcibly interrupted by black dog blood during the spellcasting was like forcibly cutting off the power to a computer, which would definitely cause a large amount of data to be lost instantly.

Moreover, the human body was, after all, a living thing. Once it was impacted and damaged, it was likely to suffer a large amount of backlash.

In the original plot, when Zhang Bold splashed black dog blood on the zombie, Daoist Qian directly took off in the courtyard, flying out of most of the courtyard and collapsing the entire house.

This shows how powerful black dog blood is.

Zhang Bold really went to find Real Person Xu.

Although Real Person Xu showed some experience, he actually didn't have much surprise. Rich people would definitely not give up easily. He didn't die last night, so he'll come again tonight.

He wouldn't be staying in Beizhuang for too long. In a few days, he would go to the neighboring village to deal with the corpses.

So he simply taught Zhang Bold a once-and-for-all solution.

Concerning his own life, plus concerning his wallet, with two hundred taels of silver beckoning in front of him, Zhang Bold perked up and carried various purchased items back and forth to the Ma family ancestral hall, one trip after another.

"Everything will be fine before dark. Once it gets dark, you must immediately perk up. It will be very quiet during the first watch. From the first to the second watch, the coffin lid will creak and creak.

That's the zombie struggling to get out. At this time, you have to lie on the coffin lid, holding fifty eggs in your hands. Once the coffin lid wants to open, throw an egg down, and the coffin lid will naturally close.

Of course, he won't give up easily. The zombie will continue to try, but as soon as the coffin lid opens, you throw an egg down.

After fifty eggs are thrown, the sky will be almost bright. At this time, the zombie will explode with all its strength and suddenly lift the coffin lid. And at this time, you only need to splash a basin of black dog blood and four dog paws on the zombie, and that zombie will never harm anyone again!"