Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Roar!"

For the first time, He Cheng completely let go of his momentum and roared, and his full momentum swept across the entire zombie town. In an instant, all the zombies hiding in the corners of the dark room fell to the ground uncontrollably.

This roar is stronger than their king!

And this roar is announcing that he will be the new king here!

He Cheng gathered ten white-haired zombies who were about to be promoted to black zombies, ordered them to maintain public order, and after controlling the security of Zombie Town, he turned and rushed towards Renjia Town.

This group of zombies can't cause trouble. Even if they really want to cause trouble, they will only increase his zombie army, although this may attract more Taoist priests and destroy the zombie town earlier.

The zombie subjugation has survived until now precisely because of its low profile.

Why was He Cheng leaving in such a hurry because "the Hungry Ghost Festival is coming soon"

…

The Ghost Festival is commonly known as Ghost Festival, Shigu Festival, and Half-July Festival. In Buddhism, it is called the Bon Festival.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, there is the custom of setting off river lanterns and burning paper ingots.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is called the Shangyuan Festival, a celebration of the Lantern Festival, which has existed since ancient times; the fifteenth day of the seventh month is called the Zhongyuan Festival, where sacrifices are made to ancestors; the fifteenth day of October is called the Xiayuan Festival, where cold food is eaten to commemorate sages.

Legend has it that all ghosts will be released from the underworld on the Ghost Festival, and people generally carry out ghost worship activities.

Renjia Town.

Jiu Shu Yizhuang.

"Hey, five thousand taels! Master, didn't you pay four thousand taels last year?"

Within a few days, Qiu Sheng was already full of energy, and the energy and spirit that had been sucked away by the female ghost had returned.

For ordinary people, it is normal to be seriously ill for three months, but it is completely different for those who practice Taoism.

Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng’s master and apprentice are doing the printing of underworld money.

People's banknotes are printed by people, and so are ghosts. Uncle Jiu is the outsourcer who prints the underworld banknotes, and Yin Cao delegates authority to him. Only the banknotes printed by him can be used in this area.

However, printing money for ghosts requires spending a lot of his own money to buy paper and ink, and there is no subsidy from the underworld. If it weren't for the respect of the ghosts and gods, he would not do this loss-making business.

"Now that prices are rising, prices at the top have increased, and of course prices at the bottom will also rise a little."

"Hey, Master, I didn't expect you to be inhumane, but you are quite charming. No wonder the bank below wants to hire you as a bank clerk to print money."

"There's a lot of nonsense, go and get the seventy-seven forty-nine samples! When I finish writing this notice, let's burn it together for the following."

"Oh, okay" Qiu Sheng reluctantly looked back.

Every time the master hid it when signing his name, there must be something fishy about it, maybe it was a jealous and shameful name.

Qiu Sheng ran to a pile of notes, sped up his speed, and counted forty-nine notes in the blink of an eye. He moved around and ran to the table.

"Master, here we come!"

Qiu Sheng stretched his neck as hard as he could, but unfortunately his master reacted too quickly and covered it up, so he only saw the word "林".

"What are you looking at? These banknotes are wrinkled. Hurry up and get new ones! Hurry up!"

"good"

Qiu Sheng agreed and just turned around and pretended to leave, then quickly turned back to look.

"Wow, Master, your real name is Lin Fengjiao, haha, Gillian~, Gillian~, Gillian~"

"Pah!" A slap to the head and face.

"Gillian, Gillian, Gillian, doesn't it sound good? Let me tell you, if anyone else knows about this, I will question you!"

Qiu Sheng knew that he had touched the tiger's buttocks, so he took the money and went out, lit it on fire and sent it to the underworld bank.

"Qiu Sheng!"

Hearing his master calling him, Qiu Sheng trotted into the house.

"Qiusheng, where is Wencai? I haven't seen him all night."

"Oh, Wen Cai knew that he was short, so he wanted to grab a seat to watch the show first."

"What seat do you occupy!" Uncle Jiu said, "Tonight's play is for ghosts!"

…

The small lotus lanterns by the river float along the water,

The two dolls ran around happily and accidentally kicked the iron basin that was upside down.

There is a wooden board placed on the inverted iron basin, with rice, meat, vegetables, and fruits on it, and yellow paper is burned next to it.

"Two brats!"

The old man who came back saw the food spilled all over the floor. He was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed: "The little kid is not sensible. You adults have a lot of food. You adults have a lot of food!"

When offering sacrifices to lonely ghosts, what they ask for is that the gate of hell will be open that night, so that the well-fed wild ghosts will not come to the house to seek trouble for them.

By the stream, two beautiful women with bare feet poking through the water saw this scene.

The woman in purple gauze broke off the orange in her hand and said:

"Xiaoyu, we ate other people's oranges, why don't you help us?"

"Well, listen to my sister."

The woman in white nodded, looking sad, but still waved her hand.

A dark wind blew through.

In front of the old man who was kowtowing, there turned out to be seven or eight green-faced and fanged evil spirits standing. They were eating happily when someone suddenly overturned the food table. They were angry. Although no one could be killed, it is still easy to make a person suffer bad luck. .

The evil wind was like a whip, hitting the evil ghosts with a "snap", making their ghost bodies become illusory and they ran away howling.

The old man only thought that the ghosts and gods would let him go if he kowtowed to his head. He never thought that there would be other ghosts saving his life.

"Xiaoyu, you are so capable. If I had your skills, I wouldn't be able to help my master."

On the other side of the river, squatting under a willow tree and taking off his pants to relieve himself, the police captain Ah Wei was still upset because he had eaten two chicken drumsticks on the altar table because of his cheap hands.

Ghosts eat and smell food, and they feel full once they smell it, but the food also loses its fragrance.

Many people eat food left by ghosts. This kind of food does not bring bad luck, but instead leaves ghosts and gods with gratitude.

But if you rob the food on the table, you will have diarrhea. In serious cases, you may die of dehydration and exhaustion. As the old saying goes: The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

Just as he was about to wipe his buttocks with great force, a willow branch drooped down and covered his eyes.

Through the gaps in the leaves, he suddenly saw two beauties sitting by the river opposite. They looked no different than his cousin Ren Tingting, and both of them were wearing long skirts, which made them a little more charming than Ren Tingting, who only loved Western dressing.

"This woman, indeed her temperament is also very important."

Ah Wei rubbed his hands, and suddenly he saw a man walking by the river indifferently, and stepped on the hand of the purple gauze girl. He was about to get angry but found that the two girls were like illusions, and the man passing by could not touch them. they!

"Ghost?" A bad word popped out of his mouth.

As soon as he said this, the strangers on the roadside all stopped and slowly raised their heads to look at him.

A scholar looked at him, his pale face, the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth dripping with blood.

Another doll's head fell to the ground.

An old man stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyelids.

At this moment, something as big as a ball rolled in front of his toes.

The ball was raised, revealing a child's smiling face: "Can you help me, lift my head? I can't find it."

Ah Wei looked into the distance, and sure enough, the headless child was running around!

"Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"

Pfft——

With a dig in his butt, he sat on a familiar, sticky thing.

The willow branch withdrew, and all the weird things in front of him disappeared without a trace. Only the police captain Ah Wei walked around the street without lifting his pants, with a piece of yellow stuff on his butt.

Thanks to Brother Huang, a wage earner, and Ma Xiaoling from the Exorcist Dragon Clan for the reward.