Reborn Zombie Supreme

"What book are you reading?"

Ma Shangfeng's hand was slapped away, and he rubbed the back of his hand aggrievedly. When He Cheng turned over his hand and took out a book, he became curious again.

This "savior" who takes care of food has so many magics about him.

In Xiaohui's words, he is too capable to see through, he is both good and evil, and he is too good and too evil.

"The Biography of the Thatched Cottage Resident? Is the master here too?" Ma Shangfeng stared at the book.

"what?"

Xiaohui put down the juice and stretched his head to read the book in He Cheng's hand.

"This is really the master's handwriting! Do you know the master?"

"Thatched cottage layman? I don't know him."

"The Biography of the Layman in the Caolu" was collected by the Changsheng Sect where the human demon resides. Also collected was the handwriting of Zhang Susu's younger brother.

If what the two people said is correct, they came from the Tang Dynasty.

As a living person, he can travel into a horror movie world and become a zombie. It is not difficult to accept a journey that spans thousands of years.

"How can you have the words written by my master if you don't know me? And there is a spell cast by my master on it, which can prevent the paper from rotting for thousands of years!"

"You are people from thousands of years ago. Of course this book was handed down from thousands of years ago. It contains the ending of your trip."

"Have we found the master and eliminated the ghost king?"

Xiaohui asked anxiously, without much doubt.

He Cheng read slowly, "In the 20th year of Zhenguan, my apprentice and official Ma Shangfeng and I accidentally opened the Heavenly Gate and entered the world of chaos in order to hunt down the Japanese Ghost King. After a wonderful struggle, we were fortunate enough to have the help of a god and corpse, and we successfully returned. Unfortunately, The whereabouts of the corpse of the god are unknown. I have written down all my experiences in the "Biography of the Caolu Jushi". I only wrote this book to prove to future generations that I am not crazy - Caolu Jushi."

"We killed the Japanese Ghost King?"

Xiaohui and Ma Shangfeng hugged each other excitedly.

Only He Cheng focused his eyes on the word "divine corpse". He read this book decades ago and had no interest in understanding the story of more than 1,300 years, but it is different now.

It is obvious that the lay people in thatched cottages surrendered to the Japanese ghost king in modern times.

Who was the corpse that descended that day? No matter how he looks, he looks like himself.

Was your own ending written thousands of years ago? It’s not right to say that. It should be that the ancients traveled to modern times, brought the modern ending back to a thousand years ago and wrote it as a book. The book passed another thousand years and reached He Cheng’s hands before the modern ending appeared.

He Cheng once again took out a thick stack of biographies of lay people in thatched cottages, describing in detail the experiences of lay people in thatched cottages, from traveling through time and encountering cameras for filming, to entering a mental hospital, and meeting a female ghost that night.

"Yanhong?"

He took a closer look and found out that Yan Hong had a conflict with the Caolu layman. The Caolu layman trapped Yanhong with all his magic power, but he became an ordinary person and could only survive seven days and nights before he could recover.

Later, he transformed into a puppy through a small spell, escaped from the mental hospital, followed the female doctor GiGi's home, helped her get rid of her stalking boyfriend, and learned about the magic of this world.

A person can fly in the sky in the belly of an iron bird, and can avoid water and dive in an iron bucket, which is comparable to avoiding water droplets.

The small box can contain people's souls and force them to perform shows. Everyone has the ability to transmit sounds thousands of miles away.

Meals such as milk steak are delicious.

After seven days and seven nights, his magic power was restored. The Japanese Ghost King also appeared and wanted to rob GiGi and force her to marry him, and also wanted to kill the three lay people in the thatched cottage.

At the critical moment, three-headed and six-armed corpses descended from the sky, and worked together with Caolu to kill the Japanese Ghost King.

Regarding how to open the Heavenly Gate and return, it was only mentioned in one sentence. In the words of the Thatched Cottage layman, "The chaotic world is too dangerous. Opening the Heavenly Gate is against the way of heaven. You should not make the same mistake again."

The layman in the thatched cottage does not believe that this is a thousand years later. He is convinced that this is a chaotic world. The world of flowers and flowers in the Buddha's words is a world completely different from the world he lives in.

"Open the Heavenly Gate and return to the Tang Dynasty..."

He Cheng closed the book. Regardless of whether the corpse is him or not, it must be him this time!

Although the world full of monsters is dangerous, there are also opportunities for improvement. On the contrary, in modern times, with Zhong Kui weighing down like a mountain above your head, there is no chance of improvement. You will have to wait until the gods return in the future.

He didn't want to be a scapegoat.

It is easy to understand that the whereabouts of the divine corpse written in the book are unknown. If He Cheng really succeeds in time travel, he will definitely hide and make a fortune quietly, and will never interact with the layman in the thatched cottage again.

"Brother, does it say how I am doing?"

Ma Shangfeng was also anxious. This was equivalent to reading a spoiler. He traveled a thousand years into the future and looked at his life a thousand years ago.

"This is "The Biography of the Caolu Jushi", and I haven't seen "The Biography of Ma Shangfeng" either."

He Chenggang was about to shake his head and let out a light sigh.

Raising his hand, there was a book in his hand, with "The Biography of Ma Shangfeng" written on it!

"I just swore that I would write down all my life's experiences when I go back." Ma Shangfeng giggled.

"Quick, show me!" Ma Shangfeng snatched the book and flipped through it.

"Why is it all blank paper?"

"There are a few lines here!" Xiaohui opened the first page.

It says, "Although Ma Shangfeng succeeded in getting rid of the ghosts, he committed the crime of deceiving the emperor and committed suicide in the thatched cottage by the river to apologize."

"I'm dead!" Ma Shangfeng's eyes widened.

The tall man was suddenly drained of all his strength, and fell softly on the chair. His eyes were dull, his face was pale, and his lips were trembling.

"Forget it, I don't want to know what will happen to me in the future." Xiaohui waved his hands repeatedly, knowing that his fate would not be good, and it was better to die in confusion than to know when to die.

After Ma Shangfeng made a fuss, the meal ended.

Using books to spoil things for yourself is a good way, but He Cheng knows that books can span thousands of years, and he hasn't received any hints until now. It's obvious that this method doesn't apply to him, otherwise he would be like Ma Shangfeng and immediately get something from a thousand years ago.

There are four possibilities for not getting the reminder.

First, the divine corpse is not him, and he has not successfully traveled through time.

Second, regardless of whether the divine corpse was him or not, he appeared as a divine corpse. After opening the Heavenly Gate, he returned to the Tang Dynasty, but died in that world full of gods and demons, unable to deliver the message.

Third, his whereabouts are unknown does not mean that he has returned to the Tang Dynasty, but it is possible that he has arrived in another time or world. There are so many movie worlds, you might encounter an alien spaceship and write a story about a zombie captain conquering the galaxy.

Fourth, it didn’t take him a thousand years to become the strongest in the world. He didn’t need to spoil it for himself at all, he could just ascend to the throne step by step.

"Where are we going?"

The two regarded He Cheng as their backbone.

Ma Shangfeng on the side has been holding the book, muttering like a demon, "You must escape, you must escape, you must not let yourself kill yourself!"

But not a single word in "The Biography of Ma Shangfeng" has changed. It says in black and white that he committed suicide by the river.

"Aren't you looking for a layman in a thatched cottage? I will take you to find him."

"Really? Thank you! Thank you so much!" Xiaohui cupped his hands and thanked him.

The taxi stopped in front of Qingshan Mental Hospital. The two people, who had changed into modern clothes, got out of the car with backpacks on their backs.

"Brother, aren't you going with us?" Xiaohui bent down and asked.

Naturally, Ma Shangfeng still held the book in his arms, trying to change the ending.

"I still have something to do. When you go in, look for the female doctor named GiGi. When you find her, tell her that you are disciples of the Thatched Cottage layman. She should help you find a master."

"Thank you!"

Watching the taxi drive away, Xiaohui shook his head and sighed, "What a good person!"

The taxi stopped after driving a hundred meters. Watching the two people walk into Qingshan Mental Hospital, He Cheng raised his hand and a crow flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

"It seems that the layman in the thatched cottage has turned into a puppy and followed GiGi."

Ten minutes later, the long-legged female doctor drove Xiaohui and the two away in a sports car.