Reborn Zombie Supreme

He Cheng scratched his head, there really was such a person, his identity when he was alive in the physical body was an illusion, and even his father's generation was also false.

Imaginary characters have become a fixture in absurd movies and TV series, and he always feels that there is something wrong with them.

"Your Majesty, should we welcome Lafayette?"

The zombie general here had just finished speaking when the eunuch's shrill voice came from the back room.

"Lafayette has arrived..."

"Welcome to you, Lord Buddha!"

All the zombies knelt down and kowtowed, but He Cheng stood there and looked at the Ghost Queen without any intention of kneeling down.

He looks to be in his thirties or forties, and the eunuch next to him should be Li Lianying, who is also young.

"Who is that below? He didn't kneel down when he saw Lafayette! Someone is here!"

The eunuch waved his hand and was about to drag He Cheng down and kill him.

Zombie eunuchs also look like eunuchs.

"Wait a minute!" The Ghost Queen took two steps forward and looked at He Cheng carefully. "Are you Zaigui?"

The zombie general who just knelt down raised his head and said, "He is the prince of Prince Zaigui, the young prince Puqi, the old Buddha!"

"Have you grown this big?"

The look on the ghost queen's face as a kind grandmother looked at her grandson made He Cheng's scalp tingle and his balls hurt.

He walked forward, skipping the Ghost Queen Mother, and sat on the dragon chair while the eunuch scolded her shrilly.

Lifting one foot on the chair and holding his knees with his hands, Tiger squatted on the dragon chair. "You have mistakenly recognized the zombie. I came to wake you up today to ask something."

"Bold! Can you sit on the dragon chair?"

The eunuch screamed, and the ghost queen next to her also had a bad look on her face.

"hey-hey"

He Cheng slapped his knees, opened his mouth and swallowed hard.

"Well……"

Bang!

The eunuch exploded, and a ball of dark corpse air was swallowed into He Cheng's mouth. He leaned back with satisfaction and rested his hands on the back of his head: "Can we have a good chat now?"

The zombies were silent.

"Aren't you my grandson?" The Ghost Queen Mother's face was gloomy, and the lower half of her face was deathly green.

"Don't randomly identify relatives." He bent forward and grinned, "I just want to know how you became zombies, who made the zombies, and whether there is any way to survive."

"This corpse refining method..."

The Ghost Queen slowly raised her hand, holding a kerosene lamp in her hand.

As the light flickered, a wisp of white smoke floated out.

A white-robed scholar from the Qing Dynasty waved a folding fan in his hand and floated gracefully beside the Ghost Queen Mother.

"Djinn, kill him!"

The lamp god nodded elegantly, "It's just a trivial matter that can be easily grasped."

He jumped forward and rushed forward like a ghost. In an instant, he was in front of He Cheng. He gathered the folding fan in his hand, pinched it in his palm, and stabbed He Cheng in the throat.

The sword light revealed.

"Ding!"

He Cheng raised his fingers and gently clamped the folding fan in the hand of the Deng God. With a flick of his wrist, he raised his hand and grabbed it forward. His palm hit the Deng God's chest like a soldering iron, leaving a burning wound.

"What a monster!"

The lamp god Teng Teng took four or five steps back before he stopped, and shouted, "What a pity, I am a lamp god, and I am immortal. Even if you can break mountains and open rocks with one arm, you can't kill me!"

"Lafayette, the djinn..." The zombie general looked at the djinn worriedly. Masters compete with each other, and one move can tell the winner or loser.

"The magic power of the Djinn is so powerful that killing a little thief is not a problem. Go and help the Djinn kill the little thief as soon as possible!" The Ghost Queen's corpse was spitting out her teeth and her face was indigo-green.

"twitter!"

Sixty-four zombies jumped up and attacked together.

"I thought we were all of the same kind, so we could speak more simply and clearly!"

He Cheng stood up and used his left hand to launch the "Great Peng Spreads Wings" move. His five fingers stretched out like a halberd, and he hit the chest of the zombie jumping from the left, with a series of "clicks!" The bones broke, and the zombie's chest had many bones. A large hole has rolled down into the distance and is motionless.

Two more zombies were about to attack, but He Cheng didn't even look back. He pushed forward with his right hand. Before his palm touched the zombies, the wind from his palm had the power of a mountain to crush them. The bodies of the two zombies shook violently and were covered in corpse blood. With agitation, he sprayed black blood from his mouth and flew out, smashing the bones and tendons of the seven or eight chasing zombies behind him!

However, the djinn took advantage of the opportunity when his arms were spread out and the door in his chest was wide open to attack. The djinn jumped up and used the "Phoenix Spread Wings" move. The folding fan in his hand transformed into a long sword and struck He Cheng directly in the face from top to bottom.

As a result, with a "dang" sound, He Cheng turned around and took the folding fan hard. His face was like an iron shield, but the shock caused the djinn to step back again.

He Cheng grabbed the necks of the two zombies with both hands, pushed them to the ground and stood upright, kicked out his legs, and "iron dragon went out to sea" to face the twenty zombies in front of him.

"Bang!" More than twenty zombies fell down like wheat.

When He Cheng landed firmly on the ground, there were only about twenty zombies in front of him, blocking his way.

"Protect Lafayette!" The zombie general's face changed drastically. How could he have imagined that the man in front of him could be so terrifying? Each arm of this group of zombies has the strength of a thousand pounds, and their bodies are harder than iron buckets filled with copper juice, but they are as strong as in the opponent's hands. Vulnerable as straw.

He Cheng was not in a hurry to take action: "Queen Mother, can we have a good talk?"

He is not here to slay demons. Every zombie here has a use. He can injure but not kill, just for research. Zombies have intelligent methods.

Because he doubted that he was also this type of zombie.

"Deng Shen!" The Ghost Queen Mother was still thinking that the Deng Shen could save her, but the Deng Shen said frankly, "There is a big gap between me and him."

"Aren't you a god?" The ghost queen seemed to have never seen the djinn like this before, and she was so timid.

“…I am God, but he…is beyond God.”

The Djinn God was only a ghost and immortal, similar to the Earth God. He was considered a big boss in this era, but in front of He Cheng, he was nothing more than a piece of shit that could be crushed by two or three punches.

He Cheng grinned and did not explain. Although he was not a god, he was the supreme being of the three realms.

The ghost queen gradually lost her momentum and nodded weakly: "Okay, whatever you want to know, the Ai family promises to tell you everything you want to know..."

…

Under the leadership of police captain Song Zilong, the group passed through the sea of ​​soldiers safely and arrived at a remote and uninhabited corner. Song Zilong stopped, lowered his voice and whispered: "Master Mao, the entrance to the tomb is right in front. If you want Go in and take a look, as soon as possible, I can only send you here."

"Captain Song!" Mao Xiaofang was greatly moved. It turned out that Song Zilong had seen through his thoughts and sent him in on purpose.

"The tomb that the two armies are fighting for cannot be simple. Master Mao, you have been protecting Gantian Town. It is best for you to go down and see the situation!"

"Captain Song, you should also be careful. If you let them know that you are helping me..."

Song Zilong's head is not safe if he lets people into the forbidden area privately.

"Don't worry, I'll hold them back. Master Mao, you can rush in when you see the right moment!"

"Be careful!" Mao Xiaofang nodded.

Soon, Song Zilong took advantage of his status to have a lively chat with several soldiers. He blocked the soldiers' sight on the pretext that they had something to talk about.

Master Mao Xiaofang and his apprentice immediately rushed into the tomb.