HBWnovel Chapter 146 The Little Zombie of the Republic of China 1
Chapter 146 The Little Zombie of the Republic of China 1
Hey, it's pitch black in here.
Let's absorb the memories first.
This body belongs to a 300-year-old zombie.
His name was Wu Xuanping. He died at the age of ten and was buried in a feng shui treasure land.
For some reason, it turned into a little zombie with intelligence and the ability to control its appetite.
Strength unknown.
The chicken blood and glutinous rice that ordinary zombies fear have no effect on her.
That's right, after breaking through the soil, they found that their eldest family was gone.
Parents, elder brother and sister-in-law, younger brother and sister-in-law...
There's also Butler Wang, Uncle Zhou, Granny Chen, and the little lion dog in the garden...
Tongzi did find out that the feng shui of the child's grave had changed, turning it into a natural burial ground.
The original owner did not run far after being unearthed.
Instead, she jumped nearby dressed in a pink funeral shroud.
He went to steal chickens and ducks from several wealthy men's houses, drank blood all over his face, and scared the men who were lying in wait for him so badly they ran away in terror.
They assumed it was a spirit or monster that had come from the mountains.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they went back and buried their own little coffin.
Wearing a string of living creatures collected from various families, it was nocturnal and followed the bloodline to find its family's descendants.
Then, the original owner of the body successfully forced the family to acknowledge him.
No one knows which genius came up with the brilliant idea, but the Wu family made a small family tree for their children who died young.
It is placed together with the ancestral tablets so that the living clansmen can offer incense.
It has been passed down through generations.
There are always those who were mischievous as children and liked to flip through this little family tree, and they remember Wu Xuanping as a conspicuous figure.
After all, she was dressed in a pink burial shroud, with bangs and braids, and the shroud was embroidered with a white lion dog and an orange kitten.
It is exactly the same as the record in the small family genealogy.
After a period of chaos and turmoil, the descendants of the Wu family accepted the fact that their ancestor had become a little zombie.
At night, I just feel at ease at home.
Who could possibly experience something so bizarre?
After the family reunion, the young members of the Wu family were sent to the corpse-raising site by the original owner.
Fill in her grave, dig up the burial goods and small coffin, take them back and sell them to make money so you can support yourself.
They then quietly returned the chickens and ducks to those families.
However, the Wu family still had some resources and did not sell the young ancestor's burial goods for money.
Instead, they dug a secret chamber and placed it there, thinking that if the original owner fell into a deep sleep again, they could put the burial goods back in.
Several decades have passed just like that.
The outside world is engulfed in war.
Some malicious people believed that the Wu family worshipped some kind of demon, guardian spirit, or elixir of immortality.
Not only did he inform on the matter, but he also led a group of Japanese soldiers there.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, the original owner went on a killing spree in the village, and after killing this group of Japanese soldiers, he wanted to go out and kill the next group.
They didn't forget to have the Wu family drag away the stolen gun.
Then, in the dark, they would go and wreak havoc on the next group of Japanese soldiers.
He failed to thrive in the corpse-raising grounds, was severely wounded by artillery fire, and was forced to return to the corpse-raising grounds and fall into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I was in a Japanese soldier's laboratory.
By the time she had killed everyone and boarded a large ship to return to China, the Wu family had dwindled in size and their whereabouts were unknown.
At this time, there was no longer any place for spirits and monsters to live in the Dragon Kingdom.
The original owner could not find people by following the guidance of bloodline.
He had no choice but to leave for distant lands in despair.
The thing we did most often was to hop on a boat and go to the Japanese army's house to play.
I've finally created a new place for myself to raise corpses.
Unfortunately, in this degenerate age, spiritual energy has not been revived.
She was also unable to return to her hometown to search for people.
The original owner's wish was to enable the Wu family to protect themselves in the chaos of war, and for the mission takers to kill more Japanese soldiers for her.
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So this is the turbulent era we live in.
Wu Xuanping opened his zombie eyes and sat up from the small coffin in the ancestral hall.
This coffin even has a sliding lid!
It was designed to make it easier for the original owner to come and go.
Xiao Yi went out to town to confuse the informant and make him a fool.
After that, we still need to go to the ghost country to bring back some local specialties.
The moon hung high in the sky, and Wu Xuanping asked Tongzi to calculate the secrets of heaven for her.
Why is she all armed?
However, he had a lot of skills but couldn't use them.
Even his mental strength was limited; after drinking the tonic soup, he could only take one step at a time.
Tongzi said that even scientific fortune telling didn't work for him.
However, the customizable appearance for the Quick Transmigration Bureau is unrestricted. The drawbacks are hard to pinpoint; the system needs to conduct its own testing.
The experts in the group did say that physical attacks are the way to go.
Use body-tempering medicine, strength pills, body-strengthening techniques, Gu poison and other poisons, and spatial manipulation techniques.
In reality, the Quick Transmigration Bureau was afraid that if the mission takers in this era accidentally killed too many transmigrators, it would be difficult to explain.
The best outcome of not imposing restrictions might be that Ghost Island will be sunk a thousand times over.
I won't go into the worst case, which is illegal.
While this might feel good to people, it really damages the reputation of those who undertake missions in the Quick Transmigration Bureau!
As for those exceptionally skilled mission takers, the Quick Transmigration Bureau has no jurisdiction over them...
Ordinary mission takers can use physical means without attracting attention, and the world consciousness can even let them off the hook.
The work log states that it was eliminated through natural development and evolution.
Okay, having received the hint, Yi Shi Yi Tong has changed his equipment again.
Tongzi quickly selected the appearance.
He turned into a giant brown bear, capable of killing a whole nest of Japanese soldiers with a single punch.
There's also the talent of appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Wu Xuanping then put on a pair of gold-threaded soft armor that she had bought from a shopping mall clearance sale.
It can protect the whole body.
There were also several boxes of modern, improved firearms.
Before dawn, some elderly people in the village woke up early and came to the ancestral hall together, intending to keep Wu Xuanping company and have a chat.
As it turned out, a brown bear carrying a large bundle was guarding the entrance.
The newcomer tremblingly took the bundle.
Oh wow, that's heavy.
My old bones are about to fall apart.
Xiong Tongzi was unusually a little embarrassed.
They held the people down and forced them to take tonics before letting them into the house.
...
The oil lamp in the room was burning continuously.
There was also the improved large candle that Wu Xuanping took out of the space.
It works just like a light bulb.
Rongrong can't come out to play; she's currently gathering supplies for Pingping in her spatial dimension.
As a zombie ancestor who can't speak but can only hop around.
Wu Xuanping gestured with his eyes to the elderly people who had just entered, pointing to the envelopes on the table.
You know what, the Wu family members all have pretty good heart health.
At such an old age, he wasn't afraid of the zombie girl under the candlelight.
The elderly woman, Wu Yunwen, even took the initiative to exchange a few pleasantries.
"Young master, are the people at the door acquaintances of yours?"
Before Wu Xuanping could figure out how to respond...
Someone nearby pinched the old woman and whispered a reminder that it was a bear, not a person.
Wu Yunwen, however, refused to listen.
That bear, looking quite human, even knew to offer people sugar water. Calling him "human" is definitely a good thing.
Look at this logic! No wonder he's a superhuman who eats breakfast with his little darling every day.
The elderly people around were also quick and efficient.
A bowl of freshly added chicken blood was placed in front of Wu Xuanping.
There was also a spoon in the bowl, and a funnel, reed stalks, grass stalks, and wheat straw were placed beside it.
It all depends on how much the little darling wants to drink today.
Xiong Tongzi laughed when he saw this.
Good heavens, how can a little zombie be living such a good life?
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.