Chapter 146 Royal Zombie: This Peak Game
Chapter 146 Royal Zombie: This Peak Game
With four resentful eyes, Tan Wenjie patted his shoulder gently and comforted him: "He is still a child."
Simu's eyes looked even more resentful: "Uncle Master, I'm talking about you."
"Me? What's wrong with me! I have a red heart facing the sun, and I insist on implementing the lifelong principle of fighting between good and evil. I am upright and righteous!"
Then, Tan Wenjie advised earnestly: "Although the little prince has taken your chair, you can't be too stingy."
Under the eaves not far away, the little prince, who had moved a bamboo chair to sit down because the weather suddenly became hot and humid, heard what Tan Wenjie said and his face was full of questions.
He brought this bamboo chair with him. He knew his current situation and would not disturb others without permission. If it were not for Tan Wenjie's strong invitation, they would have planned to build a shed nearby to park the coffin and would never enter the house.
Simu took a look at the golden coffin that was moved into the "guest room" used as the morgue and sighed.
So when did I get angry because my chair was taken away?
He knew what Tan Wenjie was planning.
Kill zombies.
The demon slayer Simu was of course supportive, but this zombie was of noble status, and forcibly opening the coffin to kill it would likely cause trouble, so it would be better to bury it underground. As for what would happen in the future... there were so many monsters and demons that they could never be killed.
Tan Wenjie slapped his knee and stood up suddenly: "Okay, I'll get the chair back for you!"
The little prince under the eaves: The chair is mine.
Simu: "Why are you still talking about the chair?"
In the distance, Jiale was still busying himself foolishly. He couldn't understand the lofty conversations of his elders. Even though he was being ordered around by Minister Wu, he was quite happy.
I even went to borrow the sword of someone's guard to take a look at it. The sword was so cool, much cooler than learning magic.
Swish, swish, pretend to be a master of the Imperial Palace, hey ha!
Jingjing was sent back to the monk's house by Tan Wenjie because there were too many men there and it was not appropriate for a young girl to show her face in public.
The four people who stayed here, Tan Wenjie, Simu, Qianhe and Ikkyu, were listening to Tan Wenjie's plan to destroy the corpses.
The plan is simple and consists of two steps.
1. Wait for the zombie to jump out of the coffin.
Second, the four of them rushed forward and chopped the zombie to its knees.
Simu was the first to shake his head: "How could a zombie jump out?"
Someone is planting a flag!
Qianhe nodded and said, "I have used ink lines to mark the coffin from top to bottom and from left to right. Unless someone wipes off the ink, there is absolutely no way the zombies will jump out."
Okay, now we can be sure that zombies will jump out.
Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked at Ikkyu. Since the first two nephews had already planted flags, he couldn't favor one over the other, otherwise it would seem like a Maoshan disciple forming a small group and excluding others.
The other two also turned to look over.
Ikkyu: "?"
He held the Buddhist beads and asked tentatively, "Do I have to give a few reasons why the zombies can't jump out?"
Ikkyu didn't understand the Maoshan disciples' style of doing things, but the atmosphere had come to this point, so he had to say a few words.
He cleared his throat, thought carefully, and finally said, "The weather is very muggy and cloudy, so it will definitely rain. The rain will wet the ink and make the zombies jump out of the coffins. However, Taoist Tan asked them to carry the coffins into the room in advance to avoid this situation. Therefore, the probability of the zombies jumping out is lower than being struck by lightning."
Tan Wenjie: “…”
Someone peeked at the script.
He took these into consideration and took precautions in advance.
Even in the plan that he couldn't say directly, all he had to do next was a little trick, whether it was copying the plan of stealing the birthday gift, knocking this group of people down with a pot of sugar water and half a pound of knockout drugs, or just going crazy and robbing the zombies, it would all be a small problem.
Turn passivity into initiative.
The ownership of the zombie will definitely be his own.
The so-called frontier royal family is already in a poor state. Mr. Tan is the future brother-in-law of a warlord, and it is considered good enough for him to be robbed without asking for help.
It would be better to use more peaceful means, he doesn't like violence.
Simu was still trying: "Humph, zombies will definitely die if they are struck by lightning!"
There are too many flags.
Then the three of them turned to look at Tan Wenjie at the same time.
You want me to plant the flag too? You three have ulterior motives!
Tan Wenjie: "Do you have any knockout drugs?"
The little prince in the distance: It’s just sitting on the chair, it’s not necessary, and the chair is mine.
Ikkyu, Simu and Chizuru, as wanderers who have been roaming around the world for many years, didn't even have the knockout drug, which made Tan Wenjie feel disgusted for a while.
Ask him why he didn't have it? He is a good man, how can a good man carry knockout drugs?
Time passes quickly.
Simu rubbed his belly and slapped Jiale on the back of his head while he was posing: "Eat, you little brat!"
"Yes, I'll go cook right away." Jia Le, who had just imagined himself flying around the Forbidden City and fighting a Mediterranean swordsman, rubbed the back of his head and came to his senses.
The answer is subconscious and belongs to physical instinct.
"Fei Bao has already done it."
Feibao cooked and Jingjing helped out, and later the young prince's men also came to help.
Who knows what's wrong with that dead demon Wu Shilang? He used to be indifferent to Qianhe, but now he's pulling Qianhe's sleeve with his orchid fingers, covering his mouth and laughing while whispering. The masters are all worried. Is someone trying to sell his ass to get promoted? No, Wu Shilang is the one who likes to be bullied.
Anyway, everyone is helping.
A harmonious atmosphere...
Until a heavy rain suddenly came down.
Black clouds rolled in, and lightning snakes surged in the clouds.
Then, boom, snap!
Lightning struck from the sky and directly pierced through the roof of Simu's guest room.
Houses collapsed.
"Ah!" There was actually a scream, but it came from the room behind.
Tan Wenjie opened his eyes wide: "Here it comes!"
Zombies are most afraid of lightning, but this royal zombie is different. It is actually afraid of poison and glutinous rice water.
Then a figure ran faster: "My client!!"
It turns out that the one who was screaming was Simu.
Tan Wenjie picked up the super big sword and followed, and before leaving he did not forget to call Qianhe and Ikkiu. The corpse gas mixed with moisture rolled over.
Very fierce.
Keep a steady hand.
Others rushed out as well.
Minister Wu shouted from behind: "Save the prince! Go and save the prince!"
Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly flew out backwards.
One, two, three...the masters rolled on the ground.
Minister Wu's expression suddenly changed.
Today, Tan Wenjie and others have been talking about the zombie in the coffin. Minister Wu certainly knows that it is a zombie, but he is also a prince, and his noble body is not allowed to be desecrated.
Who would have thought that so many experts could be no match for the zombies.
Minister Wu protected the young prince: "Don't be afraid, my prince!"
He saw the nearest expert struggling to get up and asked, "What's going on inside?"
When talking, the teeth bang up and down uncontrollably.
"The Taoist priest carrying a big sword told us to get out of here and then threw us out."
Minister Wu: “…”
……
The royal zombie was in a daze until a bolt of lightning struck the coffin, splitting his mind.
Break out of the coffin!
I want to go on a killing spree.
Ouch!
When the royal zombie jumped out and fell to the ground, the first thing he saw was a pile of twisted corpses that had been struck by lightning.
Can this thing be called a zombie? Pah!
Then the royal zombie looked forward.
In front of him was a Taoist holding a peach wood sword. Of course he knew this Taoist, because he was the one who caught him and used his blood to draw the sword, thus beating him so hard that he couldn't fight back.
On his right is a monk holding a large string of Buddhist beads. There is a faint Buddha's light on his body. He is a master.
Wait, there is a Taoist priest wearing glasses on the right, holding a dagger in his hand, and he is also a master.
Wait, wait! To his right, there is a figure carrying an exaggerated sword, and he is actually a master.
The four of them rushed over without saying a word.
The Buddhist beads were first put around the neck and grabbed the royal zombie.
Then the peach wood sword stabbed into the royal zombie's abdomen.
The dagger stabbed the throat.
Finally, the big sword hit his head horizontally.
Boom!
The royal zombie flew backwards and fell to the ground.
It struggled to get up and looked at the four people rushing towards it with fear in its heart.
He was just a zombie baby who had just come out of the coffin, but he met four ruthless people at the beginning.
Royal Zombies: This is the peak game.
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