Reborn Zombie Supreme

"What should we do, Uncle Aji? He followed the police!"

Xiaohua asked anxiously.

"This, this, you follow him first, promise to help him first, then it will be easier to ask him to help you deal with Awei later."

"this……"

"Will you avenge a life-and-death feud?" Aji shouted angrily. If Xiaohua didn't pester the zombies, he would definitely pester himself in the end. Dealing with Awei as an ordinary person was no different from seeking death.

As soon as he finished shouting, he saw the policeman walking out the door turned to look at him and covered his mouth in embarrassment.

"I think there's something really wrong with him, Jin McGee!" Meng Chao said in a low voice.

"Now I believe it, he should either go to Qingshan Mental Hospital or the morgue!"

The two of them walked to the street and got into the police car.

In the car, Jin McGee said to He Cheng in the back seat: "You are so awesome. You came here secretly and went straight to the game arcade to play games. You didn't even get a fake identity?"

He Cheng just stared at Meng Chao in the passenger seat for a few times.

Reincarnation is a strange thing. If you don't drink Mengpo soup, reincarnation from the six realms of reincarnation can be regarded as immortality in another sense.

Meng Chao's personality, tone, and appearance are all the same as the literary talents of decades ago. This is different from Li Jialing and Aunt Sue. They only look alike but are very different from each other on the inside.

Now it's a reunion in another sense.

"Meng Chao, why does he keep staring at you?" Jin McGee muttered in his heart.

"That must be because I'm handsome!"

"I guess he is wondering why this guy is so ugly... He has been silent. Could he be a mute who can't understand Mandarin?"

"I guess so"

He Cheng withdrew his gaze, sitting next to him was Xiaohua, the Ghost Photographer.

"Do you need me to take action to scare them away?"

The female ghost was trembling with fear, a bit like the feeling she had when she first saw Yan Hong.

Now Yan Hong and Alice are nowhere to be found together, and his useful men are nowhere to be found.

He Cheng shook his head slightly.

Kim McKee and Meng Chao partnered in Police Station, Royal Army Club, and "Ghost Mission".

Summarizing this information, we finally came to the conclusion: Ghosts, a great supplement!

The accelerator clicked and started, the car suddenly jumped ahead, the chassis sank and stalled again.

"Wow, why can't the car move?"

"Is there no gas?"

The two policemen were busy in and out of the car for a while, but they couldn't find the problem at all, and they were even less clear about why the two rear wheels were obviously one-third deflated compared to the front wheels!

After stumbling all the way, they finally returned to the police station. As soon as they entered, they placed He Cheng on a chair at the door and rushed into the interrogation room in a hurry.

In the hall where only one lamp was lit, all that could be seen was He Cheng's slightly gloomy face under the light.

Xiaohua hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask: "What can you do for me to help?"

"Ask the ghosts you know to help me pay attention to four female Western zombies who came from England thirty or forty years ago. One of them is named Alice. There is also a man named Su Xiong in the underworld. He should be in his fifties or sixties now. Years old. Finally, help me find the eight scorpions scattered throughout Hong Kong."

A wisp of corpse air slowly floated in front of Xiaohua's eyes, and she subconsciously took a breath.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he was rolling on the ground in pain.

Corpse gas contains zombie poison, and He Cheng's corpse poison is among the best among zombies.

Ghosts are invaded by corpse poison and their souls become muddy. They can only live as lonely ghosts in the human world.

"Search according to this corpse aura."

He had heard the conversation between the female ghost and Ah Ji a long time ago. The adoptive father of the female ghost who knew magic was not taken seriously by He Cheng. As long as a cemetery watcher knew two tricks to scare the dead ghost, it was enough.

The green ghost Xiaohua nodded and left.

He Cheng also stood up. When he first arrived at the police station, he had already sensed that the entire police station was extremely dark and there should be a ghost king!

When a group of ghosts gather, they will select/produce a ghost king. This is similar to the dog king and cat king. The strongest one in the group is selected and called the ghost king.

But there is another kind called the ghost king, who has a solid body and unpredictable magical power. He can control ghosts and harm people. He is the ghost king in the realm.

The former Ksitigarbha Ghost King was one of them. However, the Ksitigarbha Ghost King back then only had a ghost heart and no mana left in his body, and was easily swallowed by He Cheng.

"Feast!"

He grinned and walked toward the prison following the ghost smell...

"Hey, who are you?"

When the policeman watching the prison saw He Cheng approaching, he grabbed his baton and questioned him defensively, but was ignored.

"You broke into the police station and jail privately, do you want to rob the prison? If you don't stop, don't blame me for taking action!"

The baton broke the wind with a whoosh, and hit He Cheng hard on the shoulder. He Cheng did not move at all, but the policeman was hit by the force of the stick rebounding on his wrist. His hand shook and he couldn't catch it, so he leaned back with an "ouch!" .

"Golden bell and iron shirt?"

A strong cold wind hit his face, and the policeman fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"arrive!"

Looking at the door in front of him, He Cheng stepped in.

The scenery in the prison suddenly changed, from single beds, wooden toilets, and iron-barred windows, to a club full of singing and dancing.

Soft music accompanied by the smell of wine lingered throughout the club hall.

There was a woman on the stage singing a Japanese song, her waist slightly twisted, and her cheongsam that was open to her hips fanned a fragrant breeze. The people below were drinking wine, playing cards, cheering, and hugging the girls in their arms. The woman kissed her a few times.

"Sir, I'm here alone. Would you like something to drink?" The bartender spoke in standard Mandarin.

He Cheng nodded slightly, his nose twitching slightly.

There is a strong ghost smell. There is one fierce ghost at the level of the Ghost King, four or five that are slightly weaker than the Ghost King, and more below. If let out, this city will become a dead city in a short time!

"Whiskey, please use it slowly..."

The wine glass was pushed in front of He Cheng, and the aroma of wine hit his nostrils, with a hint of blood.

Low-level zombies are often deceived by ghosts. When He Cheng burned his eyes with corpse energy, everything in front of him changed.

A large glass of thick, smelly blood, with an eyeball floating in it, spinning around.

The bartender in front of me is a rotten guy, and the eyes in the wine glass are his.

What was twisted on the stage was a mummy, and there was nothing beautiful about it at this moment. The ghost with broken arms and head on the sofa hugged Gu Baigu and kissed me/me.

The Imperial Army Club turned into a ghost house in an instant.

The rotten bartender walked up to He Cheng, bent down and said, "Sir, do you want to play cards?" After saying this, another eyeball popped into He Cheng's cup.

Under the recommendation of the rotting corpse, He Cheng sat on a table with three parts missing.

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"Hey, I'm a ghost, you believe me!"

Snake Zaiming faced Jin McGee and Meng Chao, grinning, revealing their long ghost teeth.

"Ghost? I'm killing you!"

The two stepped forward and punched and kicked him until Snake Zaiming screamed in agony.

"You will be bullied even if you are a ghost..."