Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Is he a very handsome and very tall man with short hair and a cold face all the time?"

Qiu Sheng asked hurriedly.

"Yes, have you seen Qiusheng too?"

"I met him on the way home last night. He came to Renjia Town."

Ah Wei also chimed in: "Such a strange man is here, I want him to help us catch zombies!"

"The zombies have been captured!" Qiu Sheng reminded him impatiently.

"Yeah, that means everything is over?"

Ah Wei waved his hand: "That's right. Let's all disperse. Go home and go to bed. Cousin, you should also go to bed early."

"Whoa whoa--"

It's daybreak.

Uncle Jiu frowned and wandered around the garden observing.

Judging from the situation, it was clearly zombies fighting zombies instead of masters catching zombies. There was no smell of ink or chicken blood in the air, but instead there were two conflicting corpse auras.

Zombies don't drink human blood. What's the difference between making living people stop drinking water?

Or is he an expert in corpse control?

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to take advantage of others' danger?"

Awei had just been saved by Uncle Jiu, but now he turned around and wanted to stir up trouble again.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, let's go!"

"Humph, fight with me?"

Awei pouted proudly.

…

Back to Yizhuang,

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai lay paralyzed on the bed, tired all night and didn't want to move at all.

"Wencai, let me ask you, is that master chasing a corpse?" Uncle Jiu found Wencai.

Wen Cai scratched his head: "No, master, they were fighting outside for a long time and I didn't see anything. I just saw Mr. Ren smashing the door. All the bones in his body were broken, and then he was carried away by the master."

"Master, when can we practice to tear apart zombies with our bare hands?" Qiu Sheng also climbed up.

"Fighting zombies with bare hands? It's easy. Practice and become an immortal!"

"What?" Qiu Sheng said, "It's boring." He lay on the bed again.

It would be easier for him to become an immortal through cultivation than to become a rich man and marry a wife of thirty houses.

"Qiu Sheng, go to Linzhen later to buy some glutinous rice, in case there are still zombies!"

"Oh" Qiu Sheng agreed listlessly.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and left the room, but Qiu Sheng wiped away his listless look and hurriedly shook Wen Cai up.

"Wencai, do you think the master knows something, so he asked me to buy glutinous rice? According to you, there are experts who can tear up zombies with their bare hands and are as good as immortals. What kind of zombies can run wild?"

"That sounds like you're right. Should we go secretly watch what the master is doing?"

The two hit it off immediately and quietly stepped on each other.

I found Uncle Jiu talking to himself in the room where there were jars of wine such as "sorghum", "yellow wine" and "nuerhong".

Yizhuang is not a winery, these wine jars are used to seal away ghosts.

Before the life of the ghost is over and the ghost is not collected, the lonely and wild ghosts who are misbehaving will be captured by Uncle Jiu, and will be sent to reincarnation when the gate of hell opens.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai only heard two or three words that made them confused.

"Ten years ago", "Xu Town", "Renjia Village", "Zombie Disaster"

"Ten years ago, I just started and became a disciple of my master. Do you know what happened before I started?" Qiu Sheng lowered his head and asked Wencai who was lying under the window with him.

"Ten years ago?"

Wencai scratched his head: "It seems that the entire Maoshan sect's masters and uncles rushed to Renjia Town. Then, I forgot the details."

"You have forgotten such an important thing." Qiu was so angry that her teeth itched.

"Back then, I was practicing with Senior Brother Jiale in that hut, but Master Shifu wouldn't let me follow... You don't know, Qiusheng, Senior Brother Jiale looks very much like you. Unfortunately, after Uncle Four Eyes died, he followed Master Yixiu. We left together, saying we were getting married and having children."

"Don't turn away." Qiu Sheng patted Wen Cai's head and continued to listen.

For a long time, no sound came from the room.

"What are you listening to?"

"Master, what little secret do you have? Keep your voice down, don't let master hear you. If he is so cautious and knows that we are eavesdropping, he will definitely... master!" When Qiu Sheng reacted, it was already too late to brake.

…

"Master, I was wrong..."

Qiu Sheng knelt on the futon, holding his ears/lobes with his hands.

"Are you so curious about what happened ten years ago?"

"I'm not curious, it's Qiu Sheng who is curious." Wen Cai quickly took it out.

Uncle Jiu sat on the chair and waved: "Get up."

Qiu Sheng was overjoyed and quickly stood up.

Uncle Jiu fell into memories: "Ten years ago, our Maoshan sect was definitely one of the top sects in the spiritual fantasy world. The senior brothers in the sect who are of the same generation as you are about to break through the lowest realm of refining qi and transforming qi into gods. More than ten people!”

"Refining Qi?" Wencai and Qiu Sheng looked at each other.

The so-called refining and transforming Qi is the first step on the road of building the inner elixir. After surviving the thunder and calamity, you can finally become a golden elixir immortal and be free from heaven and earth.

In the Age of Ending Law, as long as you can cultivate your magic power, you can open the door to accept disciples. Refining Qi and transforming into gods is a high-level power in the spiritual and illusory world.

Their master is still a long way from reaching the final stage.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, one is not talented enough, the other is lazy. After ten years of practice, they have only just reached the level of refining Qi. In this era of law-ending, those who have the power to write talismans to drive away ghosts can be stationed in a place. Zhuang, so Uncle Jiu never asked them strictly.

"In other words, if it were ten years ago, would I still be able to receive monthly payment?"

"I haven't given it to you now!"

Uncle Jiu glared, and Qiu Sheng secretly thought that it was not good. He kept silent and did not dare to speak anymore. He still muttered in his heart: What can I give? He always said that he would save it for me.

With a cold snort, Uncle Jiu continued: "However, ten years ago, there was a purple zombie who was not afraid of any Taoism in the world. Spirit talismans, peach wood swords, and Bagua mirrors were just decorations in his eyes! There was also a purple zombie who was not afraid of the sun. The zombies are following him, bringing disaster to Renjia Village!"

"Aren't you afraid of the sun and magic?"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at each other, shocked.

With the zombie's powerful body and lack of fear of Taoism, I am afraid that only a god descending to earth can conquer it.

"I contacted all the backbone forces in the sect to round up these two zombies. Finally, the leader of the Maoshan Sect, your master Bo Shijian helped me chop off the head of one zombie with the Thunder Fist, but the other Zi Zhan escaped!"

"You escaped, what happened next?"

Qiu Sheng asked hurriedly.

"We followed the Purple Zombie energy and went to Xu Town. We encountered a catastrophe that has lasted for decades in the fantasy world. Everyone in the town, including thousands of people in the army, became walking zombies!"

"Thousands of zombies!"

Qiu Sheng swallowed dryly. One or two zombies were enough to keep him busy. Zombies, like Mr. Ren who had just transformed into a corpse, almost killed him last night.

Thousands!

Wencai also asked: "Master, have you eliminated them?"

"Of course we will handle it, otherwise do you think the master will sit here and teach us a lesson?" Qiu Sheng patted his brother on the shoulder.

"Master Bo Shijian used wooden stake technique and Thunder Fist to single-handedly stop the torrent of zombies. I worked with your uncle and uncle to surround that Zi Zhan and kill him!"

"Although we paid a huge price and the whole Maoshan has never recovered, it still solves a major scourge!"

Uncle Jiu sighed and said: "Last night when I was at Ren Mansion, I found that there were only traces of a fight between two zombies in the yard..."

"Master, are you saying that the master is probably a zombie?"

"No way, why don't zombies suck human blood?" Wencai also asked.

"The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. Why do you think so much? Anyway, if the sky falls, the master will be there to carry it. I'm going to buy glutinous rice, master."

Qiu Sheng waved his hands carelessly, got on the rickshaw and drove away.

"This brat!"

Uncle Jiu looked at Wencai, and Wencai also waved his hand: "Master, it's the Ghost Festival soon, I'll draw the talisman, draw the talisman..."

"Hmph! Two brats!"

Uncle Jiu looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, melancholy in his heart: "After printing paper money for the underworld on the Ghost Festival, let's go back to Jiuquan Town. Axing and Xiaoyue, even if Third Uncle is watching, they are afraid that they will make trouble."

I feel like I am already a released author. . .