Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Let go of my ninth aunt!"

The tiger's roar is familiar to his ears, the official has official power, and he has a gun in his hand. He is really frightened and Wangcai dare not move.

"Sir, is there any misunderstanding?" Wang Cai raised his hands as he dared not move.

"Misunderstanding? Why is my ninth wife following you?"

The muzzle of the gun poked Wangcai's chest hard, but Wangcai felt no pain.

If you tear open his clothes, you can see that his chest is dark, stiff and hard, as if he is wearing a small coat made of iron sheets. Now Wangcai can't even bend down easily.

"Monster! Monster!"

The bartender who was leaning on the wine cabinet was helpless. He looked up and saw Wangcai's raised hand.

It's pitch black and its skin is like an old tree.

The nails are red and long, just like the ghosts told by the gentleman in the teahouse next door.

His shout woke up Marshal Cao from his drink a little.

The muzzle of the gun was raised with Zuiyan.

Hey, that’s scary!

Marshal Cao fired with a trembling finger.

After Wangcai was shot, he cried out "Ouch" in pain and knocked over a glass wine table. Wangcai rolled twice on the ground. The female corpse Jiu Aunt Tai followed suit.

After a while, he didn't notice any pain, and Wangcai sat on the ground in the broken glass.

Only then did he see a hole in his little coat. When he tore it open, he saw that darkness covered most of his body, and bullets were embedded in his shoulders like iron nails.

Wangcai grabbed the bullet with his still flexible hand and broke it. The bullet fell to the ground. A burst of black gas burst out from the bullet hole, but no blood flowed out.

Marshal Cao and the bartender swallowed together, their lips were dry and they didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, Wangcai smiled bitterly. He didn't feel even if he was shot now. He would probably turn into a zombie soon.

"Your ninth aunt has nothing to do with me. To tell you the truth, she wouldn't be alive if it weren't for me."

After listening to his explanation, Marshal Cao put down the panic in his heart and looked at Wangcai hiding his hands in his sleeves, his drunken eyes slowly wandering around, wondering what he was thinking.

"I buried Qianwen with my own hands, how could you help her?"

Seeing Marshal Cao put away his gun, Wangcai breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the last moment, people just don’t want to die.

Wangcai wanted to smile, but found that half of his face was numb. The two people looking at him could see the dark circles under his eyes and the purple lips.

He smiled effortlessly and talked about his experience that night.

I was also thinking to myself, had I done too many things that ruined my conscience and moral integrity by opening coffins and digging up corpses, so that it was my turn to die young in my twenties?

Marshal Cao nodded and moved slowly.

Scratch the ground with your back heel, as slowly as you want.

Finally, Wang Cai and Wang Cai lost their way. Marshal Cao knocked open the door of the well-renovated bar and shouted loudly: "Come here quickly! There are zombies!"

He has encountered zombies and knows that guns are useless and they are invulnerable.

"you!"

Wangcai panicked. There were troops outside. If he was shot at randomly by them, he would definitely die!

The long red nails scurried towards Marshal Cao, trying to catch him.

Unable to dodge, Marshal Cao was pushed to the ground.

"You're a crooked kid who won't let me, Qianwen, live peacefully in Jiuquan, and you're here to harm me!" Marshal Cao got angrier as he spoke. He aimed his gun at Wangcai's heart and fired "bang bang bang".

The red blood dripped down, and Marshal Cao was so excited.

"killed?"

Wangcai died, his yang energy was cut off, and Jiu Yitai's body collapsed motionless on the ground.

So far, no one cares about her.

The soldiers on both sides rushed over and just grabbed Wangcai from Marshal Cao's body. The dead Wangcai suddenly came back to life!

Two snake-like fangs popped out from under the purple-black lips, like the "syringes" used by Western doctors to treat diseases, and they poked two bloody holes in Marshal Cao's neck.

"Oh! It hurts me so much! Drag him away quickly! Drag him away!"

Marshal Cao became anxious, and the soldiers beside him used all their strength to pull Wangcai off Marshal Cao's neck.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wangcai left Marshal Cao, he turned around and pounced on the soldiers who were dragging him.

The soldier couldn't dodge and his throat was bitten open.

Gudong Gudong~

Blood entered the mouth, and Wangcai's lifeless, cloudy eyes flashed blood red.

"Go outside, the sun is out!"

Marshal Cao responded promptly. The sun was still four or five hours away. Since Wangcai had turned into a zombie, he would not dare to go out into the sun.

After losing one of his soldiers, Marshal Cao covered his neck and came outside the hotel.

When the soldiers stationed in the town heard that Marshal Cao had been attacked, they walked with chaotic steps, their black leather boots smashed the clods of soil, stepped over the pit one foot deep and the other shallow, and arrived in front of the hotel.

Raise your gun and surround the entire hotel.

Most of these soldiers had seen the demonic zombies that night. They had guns in their hands, but they were still panicking.

"Commander! Commander, help me!"

The bartender covered his neck and escaped from the bar. As soon as he stepped into the sunshine, Marshal Cao waved his hands and shouted: "Shoot him, he was bitten by a zombie!"

After random shooting, the bartender did not escape the fate of death and was beaten into a sieve.

Wangcai turned into a zombie, baring his teeth and claws downstairs, but did not dare to step out of the door.

"He's afraid of the sun, Marshal!"

The adjutant who had just gotten up from the young lady's belly was laughing. He was smoking and lying on the bed, missing life. Suddenly his subordinates burst in and said that a zombie had injured Marshal Cao, which scared him and made him run away.

Marshal Cao is his god. After Marshal Cao dies, there are a few hard-headed people below who refuse to accept it. As an adjutant, he may not be able to continue to serve.

The adjutant thoughtfully grabbed some rice and applied it to Marshal Cao's neck. Rice can cure corpse poison. He vaguely heard the Taoist priest wearing Western glasses say it.

"I'm so happy! Qianwen is still inside!"

Marshal Cao slapped the adjutant in the face. The adjutant was so red that he didn't understand the situation at all.

Upstairs guest room,

Qian Zhenren and his apprentice Afa finally managed to get rid of the corpse that turned into a zombie.

Touching his stomach that was "gurgling", Ah Fa wrinkled his face and said, "Master, it's time to have lunch."

"Okay, let's go." Qian Zhenren was also a little hungry.

The master and apprentice closed the door and got into the elevator. As soon as the elevator came down, they saw a large group of soldiers carrying guns standing outside the hotel and watching them eagerly.

It means shooting if there is any disagreement.

"Prosperous wealth?"

Afa looked at the tomb robber with his back to the elevator and shouted at the soldiers outside the door, and was stunned, "Why isn't that female corpse with you?"

He was still thinking about the female corpse.

Hearing the noise, Wangcai slowly turned around...

…

"Finally gone!"

Wu Zhenren breathed out, climbed through the window and entered the guest room.

“It’s great to have money.”

Looking at the luxurious "Tianzi" guest room, Wu Zhenren shook his head, envious of the amount of money his senior brother earned.

Pinch the fingers with your right hand, step on the seven star steps of Tiankui, and grasp the compass with your left hand.

The red compass pointer flickered, and finally pointed behind the screen in the guest room, and the pointer stopped on the word "corpse".

"Hey, you can hide it however you want!"

He opened the screen, and there was a zombie tied up with talismans hidden behind it.

"It's noon now. How interesting it would be if Qian delivered the body and the body turned into ashes."

He thought of causing trouble to Zhenren Qian, and throwing the zombies out would be boring.

Wu Zhenren untied the hemp rope that tied the zombie, bit the belly of his finger and drew a talisman in the air, uncovered the yellow talisman on the zombie's head, and pressed a red fingerprint.

A string of magical light flashed.

The zombies, who had been sluggish during the day, suddenly regained their madness.

"Hey! It's done!"

The first recommendation, although it only has words and no pictures. . .