Reborn Zombie Supreme

Eight Treasures in Taichung

Speak the truth on the Seven Star Altar

The upper and lower couplets are covered with red paper, with cinnabar mixed with black dog blood and inked. The couplets are pasted on the graves of hundreds of dead people. People with psychic eyes only need to look up at the foot of the mountain and they will see the great light!

"Show your power!"

Su Xiong shouted loudly, put a willow leaf soaked in talisman water on his eyelids, and blinked.

The foot of the mountain, which was empty just now, was suddenly filled with people.

There are romantic ghosts wearing eight-treasure hats, riding in sedans carried by paper figures, and holding fans with the words "romantic and suave" written on them.

There is also a decapitated ghost carrying a carp leaping over the dragon gate on a large porcelain plate with his own head on it.

Mao suits from the Republic of China, Japanese soldiers who were mistakenly buried, and a consumptive ghost scholar with a pig-tailed whip. In short, there are all kinds of things from all eras, and the death scenes are also diverse.

"This man is so cruel. He has taken over our territory and won't let us go back!"

The kid holding the candied haws muttered in a low voice, pointing to the glittering top of the mountain. The light was like the oncoming waves. It was okay that he stood motionless at the foot of the mountain. If he dared to take a step up the mountain, he would be slapped on the ground!

"I'm afraid something big will happen tonight..."

The one who spoke old-fashionedly was a doll wearing a bellyband. When he spoke, the other ghosts fell silent.

The kid catching the candied haws on a haws asked: "Grandpa Third, why?"

The bellyband doll said sharply: "Although there are few burials in our cemetery, the yin energy is not bad compared to the mass graves where thousands of people are buried. The trick this person used is Southeast Asian Gu magic combined with witchcraft and heresy. The main thing is We invite ghost kings from all over the country to come and discuss business. Those who don’t have the skills will naturally not be able to join.”

"Third Grandpa, you have been dead for eight hundred years and you still can't go up the mountain?"

"It will probably take a thousand years to go up..."

The bellyband doll shook his head, raised his hand and snatched the candied haws from the kid. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a playful kid again. No one could tell which one was the real one.

"Hehehe, I want to grab it~"

The little kid slapped his head helplessly: "If you don't want to play, forget it, I'll give it to you... I'll give it to my mother later and ask her to burn a few more bunches of candied haws for me."

"Huh~"

Su Xiong let out a sigh of relief.

Turn around and uncover the big red cloth on the altar table.

Pig head, sheep brain, monkey heart, cow hooves.

The oily carp has its tail curled.

There are old wine and wine cups on the side.

A cold wind blew, and there were three more people besides Su Xiong on the Eight Immortals table.

There was a red-faced evil ghost sitting on the left. As soon as he sat down, he laughed like Zhang Fei in the storyteller's mouth. He raised his hand and grabbed a few ghosts from the foot of the mountain, stuffed them into his mouth, and smashed them. Smash your mouth.

The ghosts at the foot of the mountain were immediately frightened and fled in all directions.

Eat ghosts and drink wine, this ghost king has extraordinary abilities!

Opposite Su Xiong sat a man in a suit, holding a cigar in his mouth. He also picked up a wine cup and took a sip. If you look carefully, this man looks a bit like Su Xiong!

Behind him were seven or eight ferocious imps.

On the right is a bearded man wearing a cloak, followed by the female ghost.

Including Su Xiong, the other two ghost kings also looked at the female ghost a few more times.

"Half-dead Green Ghost? Why don't you come back with me and be the wife of the village leader?" The red-faced ghost king rubbed his face forward and was very fond of the female ghost. The female ghost stepped back and hid behind the cloaked ghost king.

"Ghost King, someone is serving wine for us today, should we show some respect?" The Ghost King in a suit knocked on his cigar and exhaled the smoke leisurely.

"Brother Xiaosha, I'm going to give you face as the number one gangster in the underworld. Don't think that I'm afraid of you! Huh!" The red-faced ghost king snorted coldly, grabbed the wine on the table and poured it for himself.

Brother Xiaosha nodded with satisfaction and turned to ask the silent ghost king in cloak: "Brother Xiaosha who lives in the lower world of the underworld, what should I call this unfamiliar ghost king?"

"Issey Miyake!"

"Japanese ghost"

Brother Xiaosha narrowed his eyes. Although the red-faced ghost king said nothing, the red smoke blowing out of his nose seemed to express his contempt in his heart.

"Three!"

Su Xiong held the cup and drank a glass of wine first, and then said: "There is a zombie in Hong Kong now. The three ghost kings are very powerful. Su Xiong would like to ask all the ghost kings to help get rid of this zombie!"

"Zombies are easy to talk to. Let's talk about the price first. I want forty-nine pairs of boys/girls!"

The red-faced Ghost King Lion opened his mouth, and even Su Xiong's expression changed.

If forty-nine pairs of boys and girls disappear, Su Xiong is really looking for death. He cannot afford to play such a big game.

"Five pairs of boys/girls, plus five carts of money, thousands of sticks of incense, and build a temple!"

When it came to setting up a temple, Su Xiong narrowed his eyes.

He has also heard rumors that there is no God in the sky, and the land above his head is occupied by the Western Church. Although there is still the underworld, the king of hell may not be there!

Without the control of heaven, the ghosts who lived cautiously decades ago are now appearing in large numbers.

Especially in Hong Kong, no one knows how many thousand-year-old ghost kings and old demons there are secretly.

"This Ghost King, what do you need?"

Su Xiong had long been prepared to be slaughtered. He asked the Ghost King to discuss business, which basically meant asking for services at a price, which was similar to visiting a brothel.

Brother Xiaosha, holding a cigar in his mouth, replied: "Tell me who it is first. I'm not short of money, and I don't want any boys or girls to build a temple to be the wild-haired god."

"I have the clothes he wore here. Several ghost kings have great supernatural powers and may know more than me."

Su Xiong took out a white shirt, which A Kai, who was following He Cheng, got during the day.

"It's him!"

Issey Miyake slapped the table, and the corpse aura was still fresh in his mind.

"I'll help you with this matter, you don't need any reward!" Issey Miyake was worried about not being able to find a helper, but now with the help of the other two ghost kings, everything is no longer a problem!

"It's him?"

Brother Xiaosha's expression changed slightly, but the red-faced ghost king sniffed the limited corpse aura and showed no reaction.

"Brother Xiaosha, do you know who this is?"

"Zi Zong, the master of the spiritual world who killed the Dragon Emperor who was turned into a clay sculpture decades ago, and also destroyed the entire Hong Kong! I remember, he was still Zhi Zong back then!"

"It's just that he was stunned, let's see if I break his body into pieces!"

The red-faced ghost king laughed loudly, grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.

"I can't do anything about this, so I'll take my leave..." Brother Xiaosha stood up, cupped his hands apologetically, and disappeared with his men.

"He is about to wait until his quota for reincarnation, and his courage has become much less courageous." The red-faced ghost king waved his hands nonchalantly and said: "After the matter is completed, don't forget my things. I will naturally come when the fight starts!"

The taciturn Issey Miyake also left with the troubled female ghost Xiaohua.

Issey Miyake is the weakest among the three ghost kings, the strongest is the red-faced ghost king, and the slightly weaker one is Xiaosha brother.

"With the help of these two ghost kings, I can sit back and relax! Someone comes and takes care of it."

"Yes, Mr. Xiong!"

The boys who were hiding in the grass bent down and ran out. Just now they only saw Mr. Xiong talking to the air, but they saw no one.

The two boys left behind were clearing the table.

"This is Mr. Xiong's famous wine. I heard that it costs tens of thousands of yuan to drink a glass. It's such a waste to open the bottle but not drink it!"

The other one also nodded: "How about we try it?"

"Then try it!"

The two of them carefully poured two small cups of wine and happily poured the wine into their mouths.

"Bah! It smells like a dry wine trough! Is this for people to drink?"

"Shut up, kid! I heard from others that ghosts smell. Anything that has been smelled by ghosts will stink like chaff!"

"Bad luck!"

Drinking what ghosts have eaten is very unlucky!