20demayo Chapter 148 The Little Zombie of the Republic of China 3
Chapter 148 The Little Zombie of the Republic of China 3
"Little zombie, wipe your drool."
After Xiong Tongzi reminded her, he wiped her drool with his big hairy hands and, out of curiosity, even brought his hand close to the bear's nose.
Ugh... A bear-like face scrunched up, looking like it wanted to shake off its paws.
It needs to preserve the scent of this three-hundred-year-old corpse so that the host can smell it after completing the task.
So he secretly plucked a few tufts of hair and threw them into his spatial dimension.
He noticed Xiong Tongzi's subtle actions.
The little zombie wanted to cough twice to clear its throat and make itself less embarrassed.
The result was just a familiar "hoarse" sound, which sounded a bit like a zombie. The little zombie felt even more embarrassed.
The children eating at the same table as the little zombie were from Wu Family Village.
These skinny kids, who were working hard, thought their little darling had an itchy throat.
They started arguing about whether to give the corpse water, water, or water.
Wu Xiaoyan, who had returned from the city outside the village with her father, raised her hand and said weakly.
"I...I have some baby formula, do you want some, little darling?"
At this point, the village children stopped responding and started talking nonsense.
"My little darling, I have some brown sugar water at home, would you like some?"
"I can make egg drop soup!"
"I can slaughter my old hen and make chicken soup for my little darling."
Seeing that they couldn't win the argument, they were about to resort to physical violence.
The bear immortal, who was sitting cross-legged at the table, suddenly stood up.
The children wisely shut up and started grabbing food from the table, passing their chopsticks back and forth.
...
The lively atmosphere in the village quickly faded.
The clansmen returned, kowtowed to the little zombie ancestor, paid their respects, and received a peace charm from the little ancestor.
They suspected it was the work of the Bear Immortal.
It's good to have ancestors!
They care so much about these younger generations.
The little zombie had no idea what its people were imagining, and it was making itself cry.
I don't understand.
Forget it.
She's so busy every day.
I'm going out with Xiong Tongzi tonight to scare the Japanese.
Bears can also directly pound meat patties with their hands, pound construction waste and old cars in their space into meat scraps, and use large iron shovels to pound people into minced meat.
The little zombie could only try its best to drink the tonics.
Bringing people into your space will instantly kill them; they're getting off easy.
Fortunately, the Hell Simulator remained undisturbed.
Upon arriving in this world, the Hell Simulator has introduced many new forms of torture.
These demonic islanders, these nationalist bastards, have permanent priority access.
Hey.
The world consciousness said, "I have no say in the affairs of the underworld."
Even if it's a knock-off~
When people die, they go to the underworld. Isn't that a matter of course?
I really want to upgrade her directly to a drought demon, and then have Xiao Yi put her on Ghost Island, and see if she doesn't dry out all of us scum.
Thinking about it this way, the little zombie felt that it was really good to have Xiao Yi.
So he sent Xiao Yi a lot of refining materials he got from the mall.
Add more layers of defense to Xiao Yi's puppet body so that he can move freely in each small world.
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The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is full of murders and arson.
Xiong Tongzi felt that no one else had ever put in such a high level of service for him.
During the day, he teaches people martial arts; at night, he sneaks out to help those in distress.
They even go to disaster relief sites to scare away the parasites when they have nothing else to do.
Exactly, woodworms are too easily frightened.
The system is keeping them alive.
He committed suicide after eating only a few kilograms of Guanyin clay?
They don't think death is the end, do they?
Ugh, this hell simulator really puts a lot of work on me. Next time I'll ask some experts to upgrade it.
Several explosions rang out.
At the epicenter of the explosion, blood and limbs flew everywhere; no one could escape this death.
The ground trembled slightly.
It turned out that Xiong Tongzi had used them to test Rongrong's homemade clay bombs.
The effect is quite good.
It can be sent to the Dragon Kingdom organization.
The little zombie hopped forward on its own, oblivious to the exciting explosion.
He didn't want to pay attention to Xiong Tongzi's attempts to curry favor behind him.
"Host, don't be angry."
"Host, I really didn't mean to."
"Look, now I'm just like you, a mud bear!"
The little zombie stopped, turned around, stared at it, rolled its eyes, and bared its teeth.
Gang Xiong Tongzi was having too much fun.
He shoved her, this three-hundred-year-old little corpse, to the ground with a thud.
The pink zombie has turned into a dirty pink zombie, with mud all over its nose and mouth.
I can't even cry.
The veteran little zombie has no tears.
Rongrong was extremely anxious.
I wish I could come out and shove the bear into the mud to vent my anger.
However, the little zombie forgave Xiong Tongzi because he offered to take her out to broaden her horizons.
Although it ended up being a fright.
At the garrison, it wasn't until dawn that someone came to check.
The locals knew that the Japanese were stationed there, so no one dared to come and join the fun.
The Japanese troops in this province are already reducing their forces.
All of this is due to the recent inexplicable attacks, which have resulted in heavy casualties.
They dared not publicize this matter widely, because the news from Ghost Island said it might be divine punishment or retribution.
The person who fought the hardest and jumped the highest in the Dragon Kingdom is now dead.
The shadow of death loomed over their hearts.
Another group of traitors who followed them in their tyranny were skinned alive, stuffed with straw, and hung at the city gate.
This damned Dragon Kingdom, could it really have demons, ghosts, immortals, and gods?
The dead cannot find peace, and the living live in constant fear.
I don't know when it will be their turn.
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Wujia Village during the day.
The villagers are much busier than before, but there is no sign of fatigue in their eyes.
It turned out that they had already inquired about the medicinal herbs needed for the herbal bath and planned to try planting them in the village.
The little zombie seemed quite pleased.
They can plant good crops, and they can even water them with some spiritual spring water to cheat, so their character won't be ruined at all.
After all, in the original owner's days in the village, the children would study and learn to read during the day, while she supervised and protected them to prevent wild boars and wolves from coming down the mountain and hurting people.
The original owner could handle these things; after the fight, he could even provide a treat for his descendants.
That kills two birds with one stone.
The meat needs to be cooked with glutinous rice to remove the toxins from the corpse.
I don't know if I'll lose money or not.
The original owner's corpse poison was selective; the concentration was low for family members, but increased by 1 for outsiders...
Anyway, the villagers were quite happy, after all, it was a token of the little ancestor's affection.
After she arrived, she didn't fight any more ferocious beasts. Instead, she entrusted the Bear Immortal in their hearts to deliver a lot of meat with the skin on.
That means we don't need to cook glutinous rice anymore.
Besides working and learning to read, the most important thing for the children in the clan is to practice martial arts.
Exhausted during the day, but sleeps soundly until dawn, without fail.
After drinking the diluted tonic and with Master Xiong providing guidance, the teenagers and those in their twenties had already practiced quite well.
I'm just waiting to graduate and go out to fight the Japanese.
The villagers were fast asleep when the day ended.
Xiong Tongzi put on a black trench coat, secured his black hat and sunglasses, and set off with the impatient little zombie on his back!
We promised to broaden our horizons when we went out, so we can't go back on our word.
They didn't even care that the cold wind was like a knife scraping their face.
The little zombie was genuinely curious about what could be considered an eye-opening experience by the Bear King...
Until they crouched furtively outside a house window.
At this moment, the little zombie's brain went a little sluggish.
It turned out that Xiong Tongzi had brought her to see the top leader of the Dragon Kingdom organization.
She's a little zombie now... Is it really okay to do this...?
Should she give her some kind of gift as a token of their meeting...?
What should I do? I'm so nervous...