Reborn Zombie Supreme

"I should be from the seaside"

He Cheng couldn't remember the name of the small fishing village and looked at the new ghost king twice.

"Let's play cards, let's play cards..."

The monk rubbed his forehead, laughed, and spoke Mandarin even better than He Cheng.

He Cheng looked at the Ghost King twice because the ghost aura on his body was condensed. Maybe not only the ghost heart but also the ghost bones were condensed. It was strange that the Ghost King kept staring at him.

He had never met Issey Miyake back then, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't be able to remember it.

I'm not interested in Japanese flower cards.

He Cheng casually threw away the cards, grabbed the cloth stick on his back and rolled it up, then tore off the cloth and pressed the sword on the card table with a bang.

"I can't play anymore, just start killing!"

He spoke with murderous intent, and corpse energy boiled out, like steam from boiling hot water, curling up into the sky.

The corpse aura was too heavy. It just flew to the top of the head and then fell down, hitting the ground with a sizzling sound. The corpse aura was like poisonous gas. In the blink of an eye, the card table was corroded and deformed. The weight of the long sword pressed down. It collapsed immediately, leaving only three legs.

As soon as his fierce face was revealed, the ghosts in the Royal Army Club immediately showed their faces and rushed towards him one by one with their teeth and claws.

With a kick of his toes, he caught Zhong Kui's sword that had fallen on the ground. He followed He Cheng and turned his palm in a circle, drawing a full moon. Although the sword lost its magical power, its magic was not diminished in the slightest. He Cheng followed closely. After shaking his wrist and sheathing the sword, and using thirteen deadly sword moves, in the entire Imperial Army Club, except for He Cheng, only four ghosts were still alive.

"Ha, I haven't been so full for a long time!"

The long sword was stuck on the ground, like a knife cutting into tofu. It made no sound, and was so sharp that it sank into the ground, and the sword hilt trembled outside.

He Cheng took a deep breath, and without using his power, the yin energy flowed into his mouth just like it was flowing through a straw.

Zombies feed on blood and use resentment as their power. The souls of these ghosts are extremely resentful. Although the resentment that cannot be transformed into experience only exists in the body, it is not less powerful when used.

The cheongsam female ghost who was smoking a hookah glared with green eyes, and the left half of her pretty face was burnt black, which was very scary.

She grabbed the hookah and hooked it into He Cheng's neck. The hookah pot smelled of blood, and it was tea leaves rubbed by human brains. The hookah pot was as fast as a knife. When it first scraped the ground, it made a wide slit and almost touched He Cheng. When he was taking off his clothes, He Cheng bent down, dodged the pipe pot, and knocked it with his backhand, making a clanging sound.

The hookah pot seemed to come alive, and it used a python move to turn back and block the path behind He Cheng's hand.

"Sir, we are playing cards with you, why do you suddenly do this?"

If he didn't look at her half-scorched face and just listened to the voice, Tang Seng would probably tremble.

He Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm hungry. Let's have dinner when we've had enough fun!"

"Hmph!" The female ghost snorted, and the hookah turned around again. She originally wanted to use the sharp edge of the pipe to hook off He Cheng's head.

But she still underestimated the zombie's body.

There was another jingle sound, and He Cheng remained motionless. The pipe was hooked around his neck, but there was no slender white hand on the other end to grab it. It turned out that he was too strong and had lost his grip!

He Cheng raised his hand and grabbed the female ghost's head. He heard the miserable cry of "Ah ah ah" and the female ghost was crushed into a red ball as big as a fist, which was swallowed by He Cheng.

Just after feeling it, the corpse energy had increased a lot. He hadn't experienced this kind of fullness in decades. The last time he had eaten it was when he robbed the thousand ghosts of ghosts for a feast.

When he opened his eyes, there were no traces of the other ghosts in front of him.

The nose of a zombie is different from the nose of a living creature. It does not smell fishy, ​​rotten, sweet, sour, and spicy. Instead, it smells yang and yin, resentment, anger, and hatred!

Living people can smell when they breathe, and zombies who have just become zombies can chase their blood relatives. These are all due to the nose.

Of course, the application is also small. Just like humans can’t smell smells dozens of meters away, zombies can’t smell it either.

He held the sword in his backhand and stepped on the ground with his toes. His body turned into wind and smashed through two walls. He saw the monk and the fat officer with angry faces.

"Swear to protect Colonel Miyake to the death!"

The two ghosts shouted angrily and rushed to He Cheng. In the small club, the dark wind was like a wave. The lights above their heads were automatically extinguished one by one, and they were swaying from far to near as they came to He Cheng.

Paji——

The last light went out, and the two ghosts turned into their dead bodies and bit into He Cheng.

But there is a long light, as long as a short spear, and used like a sledgehammer, but it is sharp on both sides!

This long light went in and out of the two ghosts, and when it drew back in an arc, it fell into He Cheng's hand. After careful inspection, he found that it was the big long sword in his hand.

There were three crackling sounds, and the monk fell to the ground, but was cut into four parts.

The monk also laughed loudly: "Hahaha, zombie, now that Colonel Miyake has escaped from the seal, he will find other generals soon and lead all ghosts to seek revenge on you!"

"I'm waiting!" He Cheng licked his lips, and the sole of his shoe fell on the monk's head with a "snap". When he raised his foot again, only a thick black yin energy floated up and traveled far away.

But before he could run away, He Cheng opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"Hiccup~, it's your turn!"

"I, I am the Imperial Army..."

The officer stuttered, obviously frightened by the battle just now. They had just broken the seal and were greeted by a fierce zombie. They only managed to kill the group of ghosts with a few tricks. They killed the lady and the monk and scared them away. Captain Miyake!

"I know, you are dead!"

He grabbed the officer's neck with one hand and was about to raise his other hand. He Chengcai realized that his other hand was still missing. He stepped on the officer with his right foot and used force like pulling a carrot. With a click, a head was pulled off. Come down.

It's not that he ate in a bloody way, but that there was a miasma coming out of the officer's mouth and nose when he spoke.

The head was pulled out, and as expected, yellow air came out.

"It's still a suicide bomb..."

It is said in the unofficial history collected by the Changsheng Sect that if a person likes to flatter others, he will have a miasma in his stomach after death.

Ghosts are infected with miasma, and their souls are so polluted that they cannot be reincarnated.

Zombies are naturally not afraid of miasma, and even miasma poisons corpses. He doesn't eat it because he simply feels disgusted by the smell.

It would be a bit troublesome for Issey Miyake to fight.

"I really wish I could find help to trouble me."

The body shook and turned into a flock of black crows.

Crow grabs the sword and rushes out of the club.

Jin McGee and Meng Chao, who were being scolded, suddenly looked up: "Wow, sir, is there a crow's nest in the police station?"

Superintendent Ashin paused and adjusted the glasses on his face: "You two, don't change the subject for me. She Zaiming is lost now. If you can't find him, you two just take off his skin!"

…

That night, in addition to the great commotion in the police station, there were also thousands of ghosts wandering the streets of Hong Kong.

"Sister Xiaohua, I can't find it."

A boy wearing a small hat floated to the grave, followed by hundreds of ghosts.

Despite his small stature, he was actually the overlord of the ghost in this place. He had been dead for more than three hundred years, and Yu Xiaohua often gave him delicious food before he died. Only after his death was he willing to do this favor for Xiaohua.

"There's still one left..."

Xiaohua carried this wooden bucket. There were seven fist-sized black scorpions in the bucket. The scorpions seemed to know Xiaohua, and they were surprisingly quiet and stayed in the bucket.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, I found it!"

At this time, another male ghost in a robe came.

"What are you doing here!"

Xiaohua turned her head and didn't want to look at him. The man who raped her together with her adoptive father was this man.

After Xiaohua became a ghost, he also took revenge one by one. Although the ghost regretted it after his death, the evil deeds he had done could not be written off.

"I'll help you find a scorpion to atone for your sins! Listen to me, there is a blind Taoist priest in Mong Kok. I heard other ghosts say that he has a scorpion under his hand that is exactly like yours. It exudes corpse aura, and ordinary ghosts don't like it. Dare to get close!"