Reborn Zombie Supreme

The battle with the vixen ended the next day.

The building manager contacted the media early and brought out the general to prove that although there was a vixen in his building, the vixen had been destroyed by the general.

There is also a photo of someone who received a yes from God.

In the photo is a dead body of a large fox.

"Wooden ah!"

The manager hugged the newspaper and kissed it. With this thing, who dares to say that his building is evil?

"Boss, what did you put in this wall? A dead rat? It stinks!"

The wall repairman covered his nose and fanned himself.

“It’s a bit smelly”

The manager sniffed, pinched his waist and said, "I pay you to do the work, so you don't have to fix the smell?"

"You are the boss..." the wall repairman muttered and continued working.

"Earthquake or Terminator? It's so broken..." The ceiling has penetrated several floors, and they have been very busy these days.

The building manager read the newspaper over and over again and drank tea leisurely.

He suppressed the incident of two zombies, and it would be very troublesome if there were vixens. If there were rumors of zombies again, no one would dare to rent out his building, even if it was for sale.

"Are you the manager here?"

The manager looked up when he heard the voice, and saw a pair of leather shoes, and then a man with a Chinese character face wearing a silver-gray Mao suit.

"Sir, have you ever acted in a Category III film? I think you look familiar!" The manager stood up and looked at his face.

The man with the Chinese character face remained expressionless, but rolled his eyes downwards, looking at him with suspended eyes: "The god will help you eliminate the thousand-year-old vixen?"

"Of course, you read the newspaper! It's in the newspaper!"

The manager was overjoyed. The more people knew about it, the easier it would be to solve the problems in his building.

The man with the Chinese character face was unmoved. His whole body was still as hard as a stone. Only one eye was fixed on the smiling face of the building manager.

"Where is he?"

"Where is he? He is a divine general, man! After killing the monsters, of course he will go to heaven!" The manager muttered, "Where is he? Am I a tour guide? Tsk."

After throwing away the newspaper in his hand, the building manager was about to sit back on his chair when his shoulder was pressed down by a hand.

"Hey, Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law!"

The manager twisted his shoulders, but he was completely trapped.

"Ouch!"

The wall repair workers turned their heads when they heard the screams and saw the building manager being kicked and flew more than five meters away!

A martial arts novel?

After losing the guy in their hands, a group of people fled.

The man with a square face slowly walked up to the building manager and asked, "Where is he?"

"Boss, I happened to meet him last night. Even if you kill me, I don't know. He can fly! Wait!"

Seeing the large-sized leather shoes with a Chinese character face lifted up, he calculated in his mind that with the foot strength of the guy in front of him, his head would definitely explode if he was kicked.

"It's better to die than to die to me! Go up, there is a Taoist gym that just opened today on the fourth floor. Just say you are a Taoist priestess. She will definitely know!"

"Thanks"

The non-plagued Chinese character was still very polite, so he turned around and walked into the elevator.

fourth floor,

In the corridor that was already in a mess, there was still one house that was relatively intact.

The door is open, and when you look in, there is a wall of portraits directly opposite. Many of the papers are yellowed and should be considered antiques.

There was a huge alchemy furnace in the middle, polished with a rag.

"You can't do it even if I ask you to do it. Why don't you rely on me in the future?" A female Taoist nun wearing a zodiac robe and a belt came over cursingly.

Almost hit the Chinese character face.

"Wow! Business is coming to your door! Sir, are you planning on getting married, or are you asking for money to slay demons?" Zhang Dayu's face lit up when he saw the word "Guo", secretly saying that he had a business deal on the first day.

"Seeing as the clothes are custom-made, the fabric must cost at least tens of thousands of dollars! What a big fat sheep!"

"Are you a Taoist nun?"

"That's right!"

Zhang Dayu waved his yellow robe, raised his feet on the chair, raised his head and laughed loudly: "The thirty-eighth generation descendant of Maoshan Zixia Temple has fought hundreds of evil ghosts and living corpses, and has also slaughtered vixens for thousands of years. Taoist Aunt Yi Mei is also!"

The Chinese-character face was still expressionless: "Do you know where the God General is?"

"God General? It costs money to hire a God General! Do you know..." Before she could finish her words, the man with a Chinese character took out a wad of bills from his pocket and threw it into her arms.

"It's easy for you to find the general! Xiaoyi! Take this gentleman to see the general later!"

"Why did you let me go again!"

Zhang Xiaoyi walked out with her hair tied in her mouth and her hands clasped together.

"What do you know? The god general may have taken a fancy to you and wants to find you as a fairy. With him here, why don't we Zixiaguan get better and better? Since we are a family, we should help make some money!" What Zhang Dayu is actually thinking about is another thing: get rid of you quickly, and when Ah Hua comes back, I will stay and fly with him!

"You will be doomed if the general hears about it! Pay attention to yourself, I'm going."

Zhang Xiaoyi walked up to Guozilian and looked him up and down: "Let's go, sir"

The two went out, got into Zhang Xiaoyi's Beetle, and wandered all the way to a house.

"The God General still lives here?"

Zhang Xiaoyi muttered, it was her first time here too.

As soon as he walked in, he shouted loudly: "General God, I'm coming!"

Teng Teng Teng! !

As soon as the man with a Chinese character followed Zhang Xiaoyi into the courtyard, he suddenly sensed the danger and took three steps back, but he couldn't see anyone when he looked left and right.

Instead, Zhang Xiaoyi closed her eyes and collapsed on the ground.

eccentric!

Phew~

Someone seemed to be talking in the wind.

"This man is so keen. If he dies, he will definitely be a vicious ghost!"

"Follow the master's orders and resist her." The voice turned into a woman's voice again.

Zhang Xiaoyi floated up out of thin air and floated into the room under the shocked gaze of the Chinese character face.

There were footsteps again, and the Chinese-character face stepped back. He was hit by evil as soon as he entered the door. He was a little too nervous.

But a handsome-looking man slowly walked out holding a goblet.

The strangest thing is not that he is missing his right hand, but that the cup is suspended in front of his mouth.

Thinking of his instructions, he bowed ninety degrees with a Chinese character and said: "God general! My lady is here to invite me!"

As for what would happen to the woman if she was caught, he didn't care at all.

"Billy Zhou?"

The other party looked at him with interest.

"My lady is a descendant of the Jiuju sect. I just want to chat with you. I believe that my lady can satisfy any needs you have!"

"Miss? Satisfied?"

He Cheng swallowed the red liquid in the cup.

"Jiuju's faction seems to have Uncle Feng, and there is also a mirror with unpredictable power!"

Although there have been Jiu Ju in history for a long time, among Hong Kong ghost movies, the only one who can be remembered with one word is the Jiu Ju in "The Exorcist Police".

He is not very strong, but he is good at refining corpses.

"Yanhong, let's go and see it together"

"Yes~" Although it was still a female voice, it was gentler.

The Chinese character's face was solemn. From the beginning to the end, he did not see a second person here, but his voice appeared to no less than three people!

There was only a gust of cool wind blowing, which shocked him and kept retreating.

"Let's go"

A coat was draped over He Cheng's body as if being pulled by an invisible person.

The Chinese-character face nodded solemnly, turned around and said, "Please!"

His face was as expressionless as a mountain. At this time, his image in front of this "god general" was gone, and only his back was soaked with sweat.