Reborn Zombie Supreme

On the temple mat,

Ji Dian grabbed the fan with one hand, scratched his belly with the other, and turned over comfortably.

street corner,

Zhu Dachang returned to the small alley he was most familiar with, lying down at the intersection with his head on the stone steps and snoring.

Pheasant Xiaoyu had an erotic dream, and Yuan Batian, the ninth evil man, was setting up an altar to tell his master what he had seen and heard during the day.

At this time, over Tiantai County, there was a yellow mist filling the air. The yellow mist shrouded and penetrated the windows of every house.

He Cheng, who had become stiff, frowned and looked around him. There was black and yellow gas filling the air, and the lights in the room were dim. Less than eight feet away, the lights had been blocked by the yellow mist and could not be illuminated at all.

His whole body exuded a bright light, which was conspicuous in the yellow mist.

"What happened?"

He Cheng's corpse hair fell off his body, he opened the door and walked out of the room.

He casually opened a room where the maid lived.

The air of death permeated the air.

Four maids were lying on the bed, sleeping with their eyes closed.

His chest was flat, his face was livid and sometimes purple, and he was covered with large sores and pustules, which were very oozing.

"He is indeed dead"

There was no warning from the system in his body, but He Cheng discovered that he had the ability to produce plague and even control it.

However, he controlled it too late, and everyone around him died. As for how far the plague spread, and how much harm it caused, he was not sure.

After eating the magic power of the God of Plague, he actually got a useless ability like the plague.

"Just don't attract the attention of those gods."

Seeing that the corpse was not infected with corpse poison and showed no signs of transformation, He Cheng returned to his room.

Early the next morning.

Zhu Dachang was kicked awake.

"Stinky beggar, why didn't the plague kill you?"

"What did you say?" Zhu Dachang also experienced the life of a wealthy person and immediately refuted.

"He has a bag on him, he must be suffering from the plague!"

Hearing someone talking about the plague, Zhu Dachang secretly thought something was wrong. As expected, many people stole frightened looks at him.

"Having bumps and sores is a plague?"

Jidian staggered over and fanned the man, causing a row of pustules to appear on the man's face.

"I'll give you a few, go back and experience it yourself~"

The man covered his mouth and pissed himself with fear.

"master!"

Zhu Dachang trotted towards Jidian happily.

"How's it going, Dazhong? Did you sleep well?" Jidian opened the stopper of the wine gourd.

"Master, why are there so many people attending funerals on the street?"

The threshold of the coffin shop was broken, and coffins were carried out one after another, some big and some small, some old and some young.

"Plague!" Jidi Liquor raised his gourd to his lips and took two sips.

"plague?"

"I underestimated those bastards. They actually killed four to five hundred people, as well as a mountain and a living creature in the water. With so much killing on Fuhu's head, I'm afraid he will be completely pulled out of his head. His body and skin are gone." Ji Dian was worried about his brothers and felt heartbroken because so many people had died.

"You really shouldn't have let that bastard go!"

"What are you talking about, master?" Zhu Dachang scratched his head, not understanding.

Suddenly a Taoist priest in yellow robes appeared at the corner of the street, with a black birthmark as small as half a palm on his face.

There was a large group of people behind him, all of whom listened to his teachings honestly.

He opened his mouth and spit out Xing Zi, "Why did you get the plague? Because you angered the Jade Emperor! First there was a flood, then there was a plague, and more terrible things will happen in the future! The sky collapsed and the earth split, the earth dragon turned over, and it rained fire from the sky. Hundreds of ghosts massacre the city!"

The streets are full of funerals, and these words make people feel heartbroken.

Seeing that the people were frightened, the fake Taoist priest proudly stroked his little goatee, "Last night the Jade Emperor gave me a dream. As long as you raise a thousand taels of silver, he will stop the plague and no more people will die!"

Someone asked: "Why should I trust you?"

"Why? I am the Monkey King, the Dragon-Conquering Arhat, the Monkey King! This time I came down to earth just for you mortals. If you don't worship me, how dare you doubt me? Believe it or not, someone will die soon?"

"puff!"

Ji Dian spat out a mouthful of wine, and his nostrils were filled with alcohol.

How dare someone pretend to be a subdued dragon in front of me?

"Arhat subduing the dragon?"

The broken cattail leaf fan was flicked, and the fan cracked, revealing a birthmark on the fake Taoist priest's face.

The fake Taoist priest didn't notice it himself, but the ordinary people onlookers pointed at his face.

"What do you mean? I am sent by the Jade Emperor. If you don't listen to me, you will all die of the plague!"

"You still don't want to change it?" Ji Dian flicked his fan again, and the fake Taoist priest once again had a large birthmark on his face, half of his face covered.

"You're still pointing at me. It seems like you really don't know how to write the word "death". Hum, in seven days, you just have to figure it out!" the fake Taoist priest sneered.

"You still dare to talk nonsense?"

Ji Dian swung his fan again, but the fake Taoist priest didn't react at all. His chance of using the fan to cast spells three times a day had been used up.

"Master, what should we do?" Hearing what he said was terrifying, there were always people who believed it.

"Hmph!" The fake Taoist priest shook his hand and shook his head proudly, "Prepare a thousand taels of silver to help me get through to the higher-ups, and then burn a living person as a sacrifice. From now on, I don't have to worry about the plague."

"People? There are a lot of them in Yixiangyuan, and no one wants the women there!"

"Let's go to Yixiangyuan!"

A group of people marched toward Yixiangyuan. Ji Dian tightened his trousers and said, "It's broken!"

"Master, what should I do?"

"You go and keep an eye on those people to see what they are going to do. I'll go find helpers first."

The fan can only be used three times a day. He has already used it three times and it is difficult to cope with the next trouble.

"Oh, okay." Zhu Dachang nodded, then suddenly paused, "Master, you're not going to eat dog meat behind my back, are you?"

"Have you seen all this?"

Zhu Dachang said, "I was standing next to the mad dog you killed and buried yesterday."

"That mad dog bit two people to death. I ate it to save it. Your moral conduct is too low and you cannot eat it."

"Just leave the soup for me...bones are fine too, let me smash them and taste them."

Ji Dian kicked Zhu Dachang on the butt and said, "Go to work quickly!"

"What a stingy master, he can only eat by himself." Zhu Dachang had no choice but to follow the crowd. With the strength of the crowd, he also entered Yixiangyuan, which he had never had the chance to visit in his life, and saw the most beautiful Xiaoyu.

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More than a dozen coffins were carried out of the house.

"Mr. He is really blessed and blessed. There is a plague around us, and not many people can survive." The coffin maker sighed sincerely after receiving the silver.

"Bury them, and burn some paper money by the way. Everyone gathers the maids and servants, and the gold and silver are mines."

The coffin maker nodded, "Sure, don't worry!"

Ji Dian squeezed through the coffin, suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Wait!"

"Crazy monk, what are you going to do?"

"Open the coffin, I want to see it!"