Reborn Zombie Supreme

"But in exchange, you have to treat me to dinner!" Kuang Fusheng raised his head, pretending to be cute like a primary school student.

"Fusheng, no, you are a primary school student, you have to do your homework!" Wang Zhenzhen immediately taught him, "Besides, Pipi just had an accident, it is very dangerous for children not to stay at home."

"I've been in primary school for decades, what else do I need to learn?" Kuang Fusheng muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say when you were resurrected? What decades?" Wang Zhenzhen didn't hear clearly.

"I said, if Brother He comes with me, he will protect me."

"This is not good. Mr. He is very busy..." Zhenzhen shook her head, but she suddenly paused. He Chenggang had just said that he would sleep at home every day.

"Well, let's just come together, sister Zhenzhen!"

Kuang Fusheng took the opportunity to grab Wang Zhenzhen's hand. The old man who takes advantage of others never lacks opportunities to take advantage.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Kuang Fusheng grabbed He Cheng with his other hand, took a step forward, and his expression suddenly changed.

He Cheng stood motionless on the spot, no matter how much strength Kuang Fusheng exerted, He Cheng's arms could barely shake.

A drop of cold sweat seeped out on Kuang Fusheng's forehead, quickly crossed the tip of his nose, and fell to the ground.

After drinking the "dragon meat soup", Kuang Fusheng had a confident thought in his mind at that time. Even the Jiajia Building might not be able to withstand his punch.

He once quietly tested his own strength. He could push a rockery weighing more than ten tons with just one finger!

Kuang Fusheng was so strong that he couldn't believe it, but at this time he used all his strength and couldn't even make He Cheng move his arm!

Only then did he believe what Kuang Tianyou was worried about. This man was really terrifying!

"I hope Uncle Qiu can see his origin clearly..."

Kuang Fusheng had already retreated in his heart.

"Okay, I haven't played a game console for a long time, so it's time to go play."

He Cheng remembered that he had just woken up from the seal of Zhong Kui's sword when he went to the game hall to play coins. More than a hundred years had passed.

When he became a zombie, he yearned for the life brought by the technological era, and gradually became accustomed to not having these things.

The fight to kill was like a poisonous snake chasing behind him. He Cheng did not dare to stop and linger, and of course he had no chance to enjoy everything.

He Cheng and Wang Zhenzhen were dragged out of the Jiajia Building, passed the park, walked through two traffic lights, and finally came to a game arcade.

In the late 1990s, it was obvious that the business of the game arcade was not what it used to be. What’s more, the environment of this arcade looked much worse than the one next door. If you weren’t a primary school student who cared about an extra game coin for one dollar, you wouldn’t come here to make do with it. .

"Please uncle! Please uncle! I'm coming!"

Kuang Fusheng yelled as soon as he entered the door.

He Cheng and Wang Zhenzhen followed into the game hall.

The houses in old Hong Kong are low and the lights inside are very dim.

A yellow light with a lampshade hung from the wire, and there was a switch three steps away.

There were five pieces of equipment packed into the small hall. One of the machines had a broken rocker and no one was repairing it, so it just sat idle.

There is a small refrigerator opposite, which contains more than a dozen bottles of ice water and a small basket of popsicles.

There was no business in the game hall and it was very deserted.

The KOF97 interface was displayed near the door. The winner was the team composed of Yagami, Kyo Kusanagi and Nikaidou Benimaru, but no one pressed the button to continue.

The curtain in the back room was lifted, and a silver-haired old man came out.

"It turns out to be a resurrection. Why, why didn't your father come?"

"Dad is investigating the case. Please uncle, I brought my friends to play games!"

"friend?"

The old man looked at He Cheng and Wang Zhenzhen and nodded to them, "That's right, this guy is very enthusiastic. You can play games for free. There are still a few coins left on the machine."

What he was pointing at was the game console that was finally fixed on the KOF97 screen.

He Cheng did not refuse and sat down directly.

Wang Zhenzhen was a little embarrassed. She was a good student and had never played games in an arcade. She had been a well-behaved person all her life. From being a top student to a primary school teacher, she had never been to an arcade to play coins.

She also felt strange looking at it here.

"Can you play?" He Cheng turned around and asked.

Wang Zhenzhen shook her head.

"It's actually very simple, let's try it"

He Cheng also simply picked up his original hobbies.

"Ah! Mr. He, please let me order."

"Look at the feet! Look at the feet! Humph! Ha!"

The two people in front of the game console were having fun, while the faces of Kuang Fusheng and the old man on the other side were much gloomier.

"it's him?"

The old man had heard about Kuang Fusheng's experience. It was said that after eating dragon meat soup, Kuang Fusheng's strength increased greatly, and he was so strong that Kuang Tianyou was no match for him.

"Um"

"Don't worry, I'm here to check his background!"

The old man opened the curtain and walked back into the back room.

Kuang Fusheng put his head in and was hit by a burst of bright light. He squinted his eyes slightly and quickly retracted his head. He could only faintly hear a few words, Mao Xiaofang and so on.

Whoops!

The curtain was rolled up by a gust of wind.

A golden coin flew out and went straight to Kuang Fusheng. At this time, Kuang Fusheng was no longer the soft-footed shrimp he was before. I can't say that he can 100% display the strength of the second-generation zombie, but his level is not bad at all.

He twisted his waist to avoid the money. The money drew a semi-arc in the air and went straight to He Cheng, who was concentrating on playing the game!

puff!

Money hit He Cheng on the back.

Jingle Bell,

The money fell to the ground and had lost its golden light.

"How is that possible!" The old man who came out of the curtain was startled. When the coin comes into contact with ghosts and gods, it will definitely exert great power. It should never wipe out the spiritual light all over the body as soon as it touches the other person's body!

"You're so lucky." He Cheng exclaimed. He bent down to pick up the coins and put them into the game machine. "It can still be used."

"Who are you?" the old man walked behind He Cheng and asked in a deep voice.

He Cheng didn't look back, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he used brilliant moves at will.

"Are you the descendant of Mao Xiaofang?"

"Why should I accept my request? Before I ask, what is your relationship with the founder Mao Xiaofang?"

"He doesn't like me, but he shouldn't be considered an enemy."

He Cheng continued to swing the joystick and stared at the screen intently.

"Not even a friend."

He Chengcheng was not sure whether the Mao Xiaofang he knew was the ancestor of He Yingqiu.

Kuang Fusheng and He Yingqiu looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

Mao Xiaofang was a zombie Taoist priest who had a reputation for being domineering during the Republic of China. He was extremely powerful. With this person's strength, it seemed reasonable that he would have a dispute with Mao Xiaofang.

From the Republic of China to the present, this man is at least over a hundred years old, but he looks only about twenty years old. His strength is unfathomable, he also has dragon flesh, and his identity is a mystery!

"Oh! It's over~ Let's play again next time. I'm so tired." He Cheng stretched his waist, and his long hair, which was simply tied up with a red rope, hung down to his waist.

"Mr. He, you are so awesome. You can talk and play games at the same time. I can't even do two things while distracted." Wang Zhenzhen admired you.

“It’s nothing difficult”

He Cheng stood up and walked to He Yingqiu's side. He bent down and gently grabbed the stack of thick paper charms hidden in He Yingqiu's palm.

Sizzling——

If the paper talisman touched the invisible flame, it instantly turned into paper ash in He Cheng's palm.