Chapter 31 Zombies have no sense of pain
Chapter 31 Zombies have no sense of pain
Old Master Ren came out of the coffin.
First…daytime.
Secondly... two ferocious Taoist priests and a dozen guns.
Finally... lots of sticky rice.
In other words, Old Master Ren was not aware that he was just a zombie, otherwise he could only curse and start the game with a loud bang.
I am just a zombie, not the zombie king.
"Ah, zombies!"
The scene immediately became chaotic, and even Master Ren timidly pulled his daughter to hide behind the soldiers.
Before seeing zombies, no one believed in their existence, but after seeing them, the first thing that comes to mind is those horror legends about zombies.
His dead father was not as important as his own life. Ren Fa was not naive enough to think that the zombies would spare his life because of their father-son relationship. Look at those long teeth, as long as fingers. A bite from them would be so painful that he would die.
"Qiu Sheng Wencai, take..." Uncle Jiu just shouted, but turned around and found that his two apprentices were controlled by guns.
"Wenjie?" He had no choice but to look at Tan Wenjie, hoping that he would release the person.
But then Tan Wenjie threw a package over.
Let him go? That would be pushing himself into the fire pit! Tan Wenjie was strict with others and lenient with himself, so he would never do that.
Tan Wenjie said: "I have already asked Wencai to help you get the peach wood sword, the gold sword, the yellow talisman, the red rope, and the ink line."
Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and once again thought of Tan Wenjie's "caution", this time in a compliment. If it were Qiu Sheng and Wencai, they would definitely not have thought so far ahead.
But when he caught it and checked it, Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly: "There is no corpse-suppressing talisman!"
Tan Wenjie looked in Wencai's direction: "How could you get this wrong?"
As expected of Uncle Jiu's disciple, he can use his power to hinder others from such a long distance. Next time if he wants to do something, he will knock them both unconscious and drug them first.
"Uncle Jiu, you bit your finger and drew a talisman, but couldn't you control the corpse?"
"This zombie has become powerful. It's too late." Uncle Jiu looked up at the sky. "Although it's cloudy now, it can jump out with such strong yang energy. It must be quite powerful. Protect Master Ren and Tingting. Don't let it suck your blood!"
After landing, the zombie did not attack but chose to escape.
Even if there are dozens of people in front of it, it cannot eat them. It is extremely uncomfortable in broad daylight, and the zombie instinctively wants to find a place to hide.
"Don't let it run away, Uncle Jiu!" Tan Wenjie did not give Uncle Jiu a chance to hesitate. He protected everyone and controlled those who refused to obey by force and knocking them out first.
In order to prevent his apprentice from getting hurt again, Uncle Jiu was worried about his apprentice so he gave up chasing the zombies, giving the zombies a chance to develop quickly.
The two men walked one in front and one behind. Uncle Jiu strangled the zombie with a red rope and knocked it down with a string of fire. However, he did not expect that the zombie was so powerful that it pulled Uncle Jiu down with it.
One man and one zombie, fighting at close range.
"Uncle Jiu, glutinous rice!" Tan Wenjie carried a bag of glutinous rice, rushed forward at great speed, and smashed it directly on the zombie.
When glutinous rice touches zombies, black smoke sizzles.
"Ah——!" Everyone who witnessed this scene screamed in fear.
They couldn't tell who was stronger or weaker, they could only see black smoke, which was very scary.
The zombies struggled in the sticky rice with Uncle Jiu.
Tan Wenjie turned around and ran, picked up a bag of glutinous rice and rushed back to throw it, not caring about what happened to Uncle Jiu, and buried both of them with glutinous rice.
The black smoke gradually thinned and the struggle became weaker and weaker.
"Puh, phuh!" Uncle Jiu crawled out of the glutinous rice. He had just been forced to fill his nostrils, ears and mouth with glutinous rice.
"Is it over?" Tan Wenjie was a little bored.
Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said, "It's a zombie. A few kilograms of glutinous rice can seriously injure it. If you use hundreds of kilograms, it will definitely be crippled on the spot."
With such a large amount, even if the zombies sucked human blood, they couldn't bear it, not to mention that the zombies jumped out during the day and hadn't sucked blood yet, which was the weakest time. The glutinous rice mountain was still shaking slightly, and the glutinous rice mountain split to both sides, revealing the figure inside.
A poor zombie whose corpse qi had been drained away and turned into skin and bones appeared in sight. The glutinous rice around it also turned brown and sticky because of absorbing the corpse qi.
Tan Wenjie said: "Glutinous rice chicken."
The others took a look and found that it really looked like glutinous rice chicken.
After making sure it was safe, Ren Fa dared to ask from a distance: "Uncle Jiu, Boss Tan, how is my father?"
When the zombie came out of the coffin, it looked scary at first, but then it felt a bit pitiful.
"Your father has turned into a zombie." Tan Wenjie pulled out the peach wood sword. "If you don't destroy it, it will definitely come and bite you to death in the future. Zombies will first attack their blood relatives."
Uncle Jiu nodded: "Wenjie is right."
He really admired Tan Wenjie more and more. In the past, he admired him because he thought that he and his white moonlight Lianmei had the same aesthetic level, and if Lianmei said it was good, it must be good. Later, he appreciated his talent, and now he admired Tan Wenjie's decisive character.
It would be great if this was his apprentice, but unfortunately he told fortune telling that Tan Wenjie was unlucky towards his master. It wasn't because Uncle Jiu was afraid of death or bad luck, it was simply because he felt that the two of them were not destined to be master and apprentice.
"This...this..." Ren Fa knew that no matter what Tan Wenjie did next, he would definitely not have the right to refuse.
Moreover, the other party also claimed the righteousness of destroying zombies. Just now, apart from Uncle Jiu, it was Tan Wenjie who rushed to the front. Didn’t you see that Uncle Jiu’s two apprentices were hiding and dared not move?
Qiu Sheng Wencai: We were being pointed at with guns, so we really didn’t dare to move.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ren. Any living creature will feel pain and fear when attacked, but zombies don't feel pain. Your father didn't feel any pain when he passed away."
Everyone looked at Old Master Ren who was shivering constantly and expressed deep doubt about what Tan Wenjie said.
After jumping out of the coffin just now, Old Man Ren didn't accomplish anything. He was beaten and buried with glutinous rice. He wanted to escape the whole time, and there was no sign that he was not afraid.
Tan Wenjie grabbed the peach wood sword with both hands and stabbed it directly into the zombie's skull.
It's like a hot knife touching the lard and cutting through it easily.
[Experience gained: 50]
so much?
He felt that the gain of experience might be related to strength but not much. Although the Great Black Buddha Mother was known as the weakest evil god, she was much stronger than the zombie Old Master Ren.
I don’t understand, but it doesn’t matter. He will be happy if he gets the benefits.
His main purpose was to try whether he could gain experience by killing zombies.
Tan Wenjie decided to do some ideological work on the female ghost Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu’s intelligence network is really important.
The bodies were burned on the spot.
What Uncle Jiu didn't expect was that Tan Wenjie had even prepared litchi firewood. After making sure that the zombies had been temporarily dealt with, he immediately asked people to go down the mountain to fetch firewood.
This is... too stable.
The relocation of graves is still ongoing.
From the perspective of Feng Shui, it doesn't matter whether it is a corpse or ashes buried. Ren Fa refused cremation because his father was afraid of fire when he was alive, but since his father has turned into a zombie, he might as well be cremated.
Filial piety is for others to see. He has already performed it once, so his own life is more important this time.
Everything continues as usual.
In the afternoon, Ren Fa hosted a banquet to thank everyone.
"What's your staple food?"
"Sticky rice."
"vomit--!"
(End of this chapter)