The King of Curses

Chapter 111 Our Territory

Cen Dongsheng knows very well that he is not a good person.

Just like before, before the man had his arm broken by the zombie, he could have easily stopped it; but Cen Dongsheng had no intention of taking action at all. He just stood in the panicked crowd and watched silently.

The screams of men, the nervous breathing of the crowd, the stiffness of the boys around him, the girls covering their mouths and crying, with expressions of collapse, but he was the only one with a blank expression. It was just that at this moment, in the darkness, it was not easy to be noticed.

Including when rescuing Song Yutang, he watched until the very end before taking action. Even though he could have woken her up from her psychic state earlier, he still let her take the risk of talking in her sleep just to collect intelligence.

Especially compared with the King of Equality beside him, Cen Dongsheng's moral concept can be regarded as the type that lacks initiative.

Of course, he himself doesn’t think there is anything “special” about this. After all, he used to be one of those who went with the flow. Everywhere he looked and every person he saw were people just like him.

He has no ambition and no ideals. He is as innocent as an animal in order to survive and become stronger.

On the contrary, Yi Qingyan...she is the special one. She cannot tolerate the evil in front of her and tries to correct the order in her own way. The consequence is that everyone in the society is afraid of her.

The reason why he had such feelings was because of this class reunion.

Perhaps it was because he was relaxed enough, and communicating with his once familiar peers made him regain some of the feeling of being a student.

He can joke with his roommates, help his acquaintances to pursue his girlfriend, and attend parties for young people. All of this sounds so youthful.

If you think about it carefully, his growth period is only "eight years", maybe there is not such a big qualitative change... So, after finding someone to establish an intimate relationship with, maybe I have become more gentle -

This possibility also exists.

But the facts prove that he is still the same person, and the mark of the reborn person has been deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

"Um……"

However, Sister Zhizhen said that he was a man who valued friendship and loyalty.

Cen Dongsheng also believes that his affection for the people close to him is genuine, especially those he cares about.

Whether it was An Zhizhen or Yi Qingyan, he had special feelings for them. This was true before his rebirth, and even more so after his rebirth.

"If you care about some people, you will be a little indifferent to others..."

Maybe he is the only one like that.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sudden sound of gunfire in the night brought Cen Dongsheng back to reality.

What a bunch of weak and arrogant guys.

The zombies have all gathered together, and it seems that the person who controls the zombies is determined to get them.

Since the "mastermind" has no intention of coming out, or he really guessed wrong, there is no mastermind at all——

Then there is no need to wait.

……

When everyone was seized by fear and gradually surrounded by the criminals approaching from both sides.

"……Why."

They clearly heard a sigh.

……

When Cen Dongsheng took a step towards the zombies, his roommates had not yet realized what was going to happen next and just stared at him as he walked out of the crowd.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"It's too dangerous, come back quickly!"

His roommates subconsciously tried to dissuade him, but he just waved his hands behind him.

The bald man noticed this unsociable presence, and the two people facing them opened their arms and pounced on him.

Cen Dongsheng did not dodge or evade. He raised his hand so swiftly that it was impossible to see with the naked eye. "Bang! Bang!" Two consecutive fists hit the zombie's head like bullets.

The two zombies shook slightly, without any struggle or movement, and fell backwards silently.

Their spines were easily broken by the violent impact, and their heads drooped and turned on their necks before they died completely.

If you use a high-speed camera to slow down the scene at this moment, you can see the amazing sight of the man's fist tearing and sweeping the air.

Although these zombies move stiffly, their bodies are as indestructible as gold and iron due to the power of the curse. They feel no pain or fatigue and have superhuman mobility. However, Cen Dongsheng's strength is far beyond this.

Crush violence with more shocking violence, and destroy the hard shell with a harder fist.

"..."

"Student Cen..."

Everyone was surprised and looked at the man standing in front of them.

Up to this point, this matter is still at the level of "the silent classmate who used to be inconspicuous is a martial arts master with a hidden identity", but what happened next became incomprehensible:
After seeing their companions fall, the zombies acted decisively.

——They raised their guns towards Cen Dongsheng.

Cen Dongsheng looked at those pairs of cloudy eyes and was sure that they were being directly controlled by the Curse Master at this moment, otherwise they would not have reacted so quickly.

…This guy is nearby, he thought.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Cen Dongsheng still did not dodge or evade. He was unwilling to waste time and strode forward.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Be careful……"

A belated reminder came from behind. Before he finished speaking, the young man came to the zombies who had fired the gun and raised his big hand like a palm leaf fan.

"Crack! Crack!"

With two big slaps from the front and back hands, the surfaces of the two zombies' heads were sunken. After spinning on the neck like a top, they slowly fell backwards.

The pistol bullet hit Cen Dongsheng at close range, penetrated his clothes, but was blocked by his strong body. The next second, the bullet was bounced out by his elastic muscles.

There was only one zombie left. He walked over, raised his foot, and kicked with a left kick. The target flew up to a height of seven or eight meters above the ground. This scene was like a scene from a funny animation.

"boom!"

The corpse crashed into the distant wall and shattered into pieces with a dull sound. The body tissue exploded and the splattered blood, flesh and brain matter were smeared on the wall.

A few points fell on a girl's body and face. She turned pale and almost screamed, but when she noticed Cen Dongsheng's gaze passing over her, she was frightened and subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands.

……

Cen Dongsheng took a few breaths to clear away all the monsters in front of him.

At the critical moment, his classmates survived the siege of zombies. But no one expressed gratitude at the first time. Some people were still not able to react, looking at the corpses on the ground in confusion and fear; while some people reacted, but felt more unspeakable horror.

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence for a moment.

In the eyes of the students, the young man at this moment was so strange that it was hard to believe that they had attended classes and chatted with each other in the same classroom... This man frightened them more than the vicious gangsters. In their eyes, the group of bald men who suddenly appeared were not zombies, but a group of humans like them. Although they were thugs, watching living humans being beaten and torn to pieces was still a great mental shock.

Cen Dongsheng didn't take it to heart.

He was able to save people out of a sense of responsibility and was not prepared to consider other people's feelings.

The young man's sharp eyes like a hawk scanned the night and soon locked onto a certain direction.

"Cen... Cen Dongsheng, right? This time, this time... Thank you so much."

Sui Zhiyong was probably the bravest one. He stepped forward boldly to talk to the young man, but the young man just glanced at him and he took two steps back in fear.

"You're welcome."

After saying this, Cen Dongsheng jumped onto the tall building and disappeared into the night in a flash.

*
After he smashed the head of one of the zombies, Cen Dongsheng finally captured the movements of the "corpse manipulator".

The weak breath showed that the other party retreated decisively, but the distance was too close and they were still exposed.

As he expected, the curse master who controlled this level of zombies was not very strong, and the limitation on distance was also obvious.

With the level of these zombies, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but they lack the threat to ordinary curse masters, so they thought of using hot weapons to make up for it...

It is indeed quite rare to see zombies that can use firearms. Traditional zombies have tougher skin than this group of bald men, and some even have the ability to absorb human yang energy, but their movements are often more rigid and they lack intelligence. All they have left is a desire for flesh and blood like wild beasts.

Being able to teach zombies how to use guns is probably the benefit of the new type of curse after the fusion.

He jumped lightly onto the high roof, moved his nose, and smelled a mixture of disinfectant and corpse odor from below.

Cen Dongsheng looked down at the deserted alley in the dark, and when a figure emerged hastily, he dropped like a bat and landed steadily on the ground.

"……scare!"

A young man in a white coat and with messy hair stared at him. Although he tried to appear calm, his eyes revealed an unconcealable fear.

"It's you, isn't it?"

The young man smiled faintly.

"..."

The man who was handling the corpse had a stiff expression.

Before escaping, he saw clearly how those manipulated zombies died: one punch, just a light punch, and the monsters he had carefully crafted with drugs were as fragile as plastic dolls in front of him.

He is definitely a high-level human-immortal curse master. With my weak arms and legs, if the other party wants to kill me, it would be no different from slapping a mosquito.

His only chance to survive is to try to buy time for others. He doesn't come alone.

"Boss, come and save me——"

He was panicking in his heart, but he refused to relax his tone, and asked in a deep voice that was almost stern but weak:
"Are you a bodyguard? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

"……have a finger in the pie?"

Cen Dongsheng laughed.

He was too lazy to argue with the other party and just raised his fist.

He didn't need to use all his strength, as long as he didn't try to control it, his every move was as fast as lightning, and the opponent couldn't see the trajectory of his punches at all. The first punch hit his stomach, and the curse master staggered and fell down, his face pale, and he spat out a mouthful of acid water on the ground, losing all resistance.
The second punch followed. The young man's fist did not hit him directly in the face, but just lightly "brushed" across the opponent's chin. The man who was holding the corpse felt dizzy, as if a huge bell was roaring in his head, and sparks were flying in front of his eyes.

"You're making too much noise, this is our territory."

Cen Dongsheng wiped his fist with the other person's collar and spoke softly.

"If you do something rash, you'll pay the price."

He had worked on the front lines of the ruling bureau for several years, and now it was like he was taking on a past identity again—

This is the territory of the Philosopher King (An Zhizhen), and no one can act recklessly.

……

"Crack."

At this time, Cen Dongsheng heard the sound of flames burning.

He turned his head and saw a column of smoke rising.

Cen Dongsheng carried the unconscious man out of the alley and saw smoke rising from the door of the Hongchen Bar not far away. A fierce light was burning, and the floor-to-ceiling windows and glass doors were all reflected in the red light.

Not far away, there were sounds of people running and shouting in panic, and in the distance, there were sounds of ambulance sirens. The whole street was in chaos, and passers-by fled the place in panic. Approaching vehicles saw the fire and tried to bypass it, resulting in a large traffic jam at the nearby intersection.

Several cars parked on the street had been set on fire, becoming torches at night; more than one person in a nearby residential building opened the window, looked over here, and filmed videos.

A figure wearing a top hat and a windbreaker stood in the blazing fire, at the door of the bar, staring at the interior surrounded by fire, as if admiring a masterpiece he had created with his own hands.

There was only one person left on the entire street, and this figure seemed to be completely unafraid of burning and high temperatures, and was surrounded by flames.

"I see……"

Cen Dongsheng glanced at the person in his hand, and remembered the zombie he had seen in the Hongchen Bar before, thinking that these two were most likely in the same group.

"Your real goal is this bar."

……

He grabbed the man's neck, dragging him like a corpse, and took a step toward the other side of the street.

The man at the door of the bar stood with his hands behind his back, as if he heard someone's footsteps, and turned around slowly.

The other person's eyes fell on Cen Dongsheng's face, and then fell on the unconscious corpse handler in his hand.

"…Sir, the man in your hand is my subordinate."

"Oh."

"Although he is a stupid, shallow and useless person, he is still our brother in the 'Ten Thousand Immortals' Meeting. Can you please show some mercy?"

Cen Dongsheng smiled.

"Want to save people? Do it with your own skills."

"I see. That's convenient."

Before he finished speaking, the figure in the top hat disappeared from the spot.

"Your Excellency is a straightforward person, I like that."

The fist swung by the man in the top hat was firmly caught in Cen Dongsheng's hand; the next moment, every inch of the man's skin burst into dazzling flames.

"I like the ones that are delivered to my door."

As he spoke, he deliberately released a powerful true Qi that enveloped the opponent like a force field. The strength in his hands increased several times, and with a "crack", he broke the opponent's arm.

(End of this chapter)