Reborn Zombie Supreme

Wangcai took the elevator downstairs, and the female corpse followed him as usual.

"Gudde Maoning, color"

The hotel waiter, no, should be called a waiter.

The young waiter, wearing suspender trousers, a white shirt and a black bow tied around his neck, greeted Wangcai with a smile.

When foreigners open a store in a provincial city, foreign style is the first priority.

"Sexy? You are the only one who is sexy"

Listening to Wangcai's muttering, the waiter looked embarrassed.

Seeing Wangcai walking towards the door, he felt contempt in his heart: he met another country bumpkin.

Wangcai has many things on his mind and is usually keenly observant, but now he has no time to care about what others think.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of Ludian, Wangcai's right leg was lifted up and hanging in the air, hesitating.

The sun is shining brightly outside.

"I'm going to turn into a zombie. Will I lose my mind when I touch the sun?"

Wangcai remembered what Qian Zhenren said on the carriage last night: "You have to go to the next town to live before dawn, otherwise the zombies will hit the sun and be turned into fly ash if they are illuminated by the sun's rays!"

He shuddered and turned to the waiter.

"Brother, I heard you have a bar here~"

The hotel waiter smiled and pointed to the corridor on the first floor on the right, where there stood a Western wooden door decorated with gold decorations and a cross. A wooden sign hung on the side with the word "Bar" written in Western characters with a ghost painting.

"Sir, it's just behind that door~"

"Oh okay, thank you"

Wangcai walked away, and naturally the female corpse behind him followed closely.

"Poor guy, we'll see how you die when you meet Marshal Cao inside later!" The waiter felt happy as he watched Wangcai push open the door and walk in.

Thinking of those who served Marshal Cao, most of them went in standing and came out lying down, and those who came out lying down had died.

Wangcai entered the bar for the first time. The interior decoration was very western.

The glass wine table, the chairs with backrests, and the scent of flowers.

It's better to die drunk here than to die in the sun.

A cabinet stands on the north wall with many glass bottles on it, probably all of which are foreign wines.

In front of the wine cabinet, there is a counter half as high as the pork table. A man wearing a black suit and a mustache is holding a small iron bottle in one hand and a tall glass in the other, shaking it with various movements. , the wine was poured back and forth in the iron bottle and the cup without spilling a drop, making Wangcai dazzled.

There was a man sitting on the counter, lying on the table and crying, "Qianwen~my Qianwen~"

He must be a drunkard, and his skin is a bit irritating. Wangcai remembers that in a town in the north, there was a marshal who called himself Dalong. He had hundreds of men and hundreds of guns under his command, and he was extremely majestic. Marshal Dalong is wearing something similar to this one, but the color is different.

There is also a man with a musical instrument on his shoulder. The small wooden saw in his hand plays a melodious tone up and down.

It was called a violin. Wangcai had seen rich people in provincial towns play it. They all played it like sawing wood, but the man in front of him played it beautifully.

"Change to something more festive. It's so sad. I can't help but want to cry, woo woo woo..."

The man looked at his head, his nose was red with wine lees, and he wiped the drunkenness from his cheeks.

The violinist was startled and quickly agreed to play a cheerful song.

"It seems like this soldier is trapped in love. Are you not afraid of death when you play such a cheerful song?"

Wangcai had just begun to have doubts in his heart, when there was a "bang" on the other end, and the musician whose chest was penetrated pressed down on the delicate violin, collapsed on the ground, kicked off his legs, and went to the west!

"I just died, Aunt Jiu, and you are so cheerful. Do you mean to make me angry?"

I can't pay attention to the drunken man, and besides, he still has a gun in his hand.

The musician who fell in a pool of blood was so aggrieved that he could not explain himself to the underworld.

"hiss"

Although Wangcai was about to die, he was also afraid of death. He was obviously frightened when he saw the man behind the bartending bartending the wine glass with his hand grabbing the wine glass and spilling more than half of the yellow water.

Wangcai turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ahem! Come back!"

The man was drunk and staring at Wangcai with squinted eyes. His other hand crookedly grabbed the gun and pointed it at his head.

"Don't shoot, sir! I won't leave!"

Wangcai raised his hands and sat down next to the drunk man obediently.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun that was placed on the table and pointed at his chest, Wangcai smiled bitterly. It was really making the sky not respond and the earth not working.

"Chat with me, and I'll treat you to a drink, my favorite Wei Shui!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Wangcai slapped the table and shouted loudly to the bartender: "What are you doing standing around, bartending!"

He slapped the table, and the female corpse sitting behind him, whose sight was blocked, also slapped it once, twice.

The bartender glanced at the two of them in surprise, then obediently grabbed the whiskey in the wine cabinet behind him.

Prosperous wealth is a villain's idea. A dead person dares to make money, and he can learn the trick of pretending to be powerful.

"You kid is on the road!"

The drunken official really likes to make money, and uses his prestige to train people, and the fox pretends to be the tiger's power. Isn't he just a tiger?

Half the glass of wine was placed in front of Wangcai's eyes, the other half was spilled, and the bartender's hands were wet.

Someone had just died, the musician's violin was still being stepped on by Wang Cai, and the bartender could still make drinks, even if he didn't pee his pants.

"What does this smell like?"

He poured the yellow foreign horse urine into his mouth in one gulp, and he was so prosperous that he didn't spit it out.

"Weishui, whiskey and water! Haha, how about it?"

This official liked to see Wangcai's troubled face, and a sense of mischievous joy filled his heart.

“Delicious, just to your taste.”

Wangcai forced himself to swallow it and said with a smile.

"The taste is the same as mine, not bad, not bad..."

The two started chatting here, one was hurt, the other was about to die, and drank glass after glass of wine.

The bartender's eyes were elsewhere.

The woman who came in with the young man whose face was half black seemed to have some problems.

No matter whether the young man toasted, drank, or burped, he followed the same example. His movements were carved out of the same mold, as if he had been controlled by evil and had been stabbed.

He remembered that a group of zombies massacred an entire village a few days ago, but it was Marshal Cao in front of him who led his troops to quell the chaos.

I thought being a soldier was the safest, but how could I still encounter such strange things while hiding under a soldier's gun?

By chance, when he glanced at him, Marshal Cao took out a photo from his arms and placed it on the bar.

"Clang!!"

The bartender didn't stand still, took two steps back and bumped into the wine cabinet behind him. Dozens and hundreds of foreign wines fell to pieces on the floor.

"You kid, you are looking for death!"

Before Marshal Cao raised his gun, he heard the bartender pointing behind Wangcai and yelling, "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!!"

Isn’t the ninth aunt of Marshal Cao who just died exactly the same as the woman behind Wangcai?

When Marshal Cao took out the photo, Wangcai felt something was wrong.

"Ghost? I've fought zombies and monsters before. Let me see what kind of ghost is running wild in my territory!"

Marshal Cao stood up, his leather boots clattered to the ground and stepped on the blood, his eyes widened as he looked for ghosts.

"Qian, Qian Qianwen?"

"You turned into a ghost and came back to see me?"

"It's daytime, don't get caught in the sun!"

Wangcai took two steps back in fright.

The female corpse followed suit, but it made Marshal Cao anxious.

"Did you kidnap Qianwen?"

Marshal Cao walked drunkenly, swaying to keep up with Wangcai. He put his pistol against his chest and shouted: "Let go of my aunt Jiu!"