Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 115 115: Prepare to go to Wudang Mountain!
"Hey, Xiao Zhang is awake." The tiger-like man greeted him with a smile, his voice carrying a hint of teasing and kindness.

After all, Zhang Chulan was very famous in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and many people had heard of him.

In addition, the Ten Bosses have close ties with the company.

It's normal to know each other.

"Why are you two here?" Zhang Chulan asked in surprise, "And together."

These days, many people came to see Zhu Li. Among the Ten Lords, there were Lu Jin, Mu You, Master Jie Kong, and others.

And this time.

Ru Hu is okay, after all, he is also one of the Ten Lords.

But Ding Shimaan.
It's hard to say.

Ding Shimaan said that he has lacked a sense of security since he was a child.

He felt that he was too weak since he was a child. A stone, a piece of glass, or an illness could hurt him. After that, Ding Shimaan began to exercise, both physically and mentally, hoping to make himself stronger and eliminate this feeling of insecurity.

Later, as Ding Shimaan grew up.

He knew that all the threats posed by natural disasters and creations of human civilization and those force majeure were relieved.

Then he turned his target to people. He wanted to surpass everyone and become the strongest. And unlike being the best in the world, as long as there is someone who wants to challenge him, he is not the strongest in Ding Shimaan's mind.

This might eliminate the insecurity in his heart. To achieve this, he not only needs to train himself, but also needs to constantly challenge the strong.

But as he approached the end of this road, there were fewer and fewer people who were qualified to be his opponents, so he chose to join Quan Xing.

In this way, those masters from famous and upright sects would have a reason to deal with him with all their strength.

He just needs to follow Quan Xing. Ding Shimaan even thinks that Quan Xing and his gang of bastards are sometimes quite useful.

He also thinks Quan Xing is a bastard.

Therefore, Ding Shimaan cannot be simply defined as a good person or a bad person. Although he is a good person, he is a member of the Quanxing faction, known for his mastery of all arts and his pursuit of power.

But if we say he is a bad guy, although he is in the whole world, his behavior and motives are more complicated and cannot be simply divided into good and bad. He challenges various masters to improve himself, and in his confrontations with others, he also shows certain principles and bottom lines.

Even if this guy wants to call it quits and retire one day, I guess someone will come after him to settle accounts.

However, Na Ruhu has always been very close to Ding Shimaan, and the two have a good relationship.

At this time, Ding Shimaan and Na Ruhu were sitting side by side on the sofa. Although their bodies were motionless, their eyes had already drifted into the distance, as if they were lost in deep thought.

Zhang Chulan was sitting opposite them. He glanced at the two of them sharply and immediately noticed something was wrong with them.

There was a hint of confusion and bewilderment in Ding Shimaan's eyes. His gaze sometimes looked out the window and sometimes fell on the ground, as if he was looking for some answer.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were tightly pursed, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

The tiger's behavior was even more obvious. His eyes were wandering, as if he was chasing some invisible shadow.

He shook his head gently from time to time, as if trying to get rid of the thoughts that were bothering him.

His hands unconsciously pinched the edge of the sofa, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

Zhang Chulan looked at them and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

What on earth could make these two guys act like this?
These two people are heroes!

Before, many people were nervous and uneasy when they met King Zhao. Of course, there were also some who faced King Zhao with awe.

Only these two people are currently in a state of daydreaming and absent-mindedness.

This is not right!

It is impossible for these two people to be in such a situation with their strength. Being distracted is a taboo at all times!
At this time, footsteps were heard again.

Feng Baobao walked down with clothes slung over her body.

"Sister Baoer, wake up!"

"what!"

Feng Baobao was stunned for a moment, then saw Tang Mi standing in the living room and three other people sitting there, and said, "It's so lively!"

"Yes, there are guests." Zhang Chulan said with a smile.

"Oh!" Feng Baobao uttered a syllable indifferently.

Zhang Chulan's head was black, and he laughed dryly: "Don't blame me, my dear Lords. Sister Baoer is just like that. Just treat her as if she is sick."

That Ruhu waved his hand and said, "No problem."

Feng Baobao went into the kitchen and acted as if it had nothing to do with her.

She had some impression of Ru Hu. When Geng Qing woke up, he was pressed to the ground and rubbed by him. As for Ding Shimaan, she didn't recognize him.

As for the matter of guests coming, her understanding was just a matter of adding a few more grains of rice.

"What is she doing?" asked Na Ruhu.

"Let's make breakfast. Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel!" said Zhang Chulan.

The tiger waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No need, we will leave soon."

Feng Baobao poked her head out of the kitchen and asked in a silly and cute way, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"No." Before Ru Hu could finish his words, Feng Baobao retracted his head.

She didn't really want to keep Ru Hu, but asked the question out of procedure.

This is what Zhang Chulan taught me. It is necessary to be polite in social interactions.

But the taste changed when Feng Baobao made it.

That Ruhu stared blankly: "This girl is quite straightforward!"

"Don't blame her." Zhang Chulan didn't say the rest of the words, but just pointed to his head.

Na Ruhu agreed with it and nodded.

"The two masters are chatting with His Highness, I'll go and help." Zhang Chulan sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he slipped away.

No, no.

Zhang Chulan could tell something was wrong.

In fact, no one was familiar with the tiger-like Zhang Chulan, and they didn't even know his abilities. They only knew that he was a master of horizontal training.

However, he keeps a low profile among the Ten Lords, and there is little news circulating about him in the underworld.

Zhang Chulan really couldn't construct that tiger-like character.

But Ding Shimaan knows it!
This guy is a Quan Xing thug, in simple terms, he is a martial arts fanatic.

The word "martial arts fanatic" comes with the word "fanatic". Besides martial arts, what else could he be obsessed with?

But now Ding Shima was absent-minded and stunned, and it was obvious that he was trapped in something.

It would be strange if this worked.

The wind was blowing hard.

Wait until Zhang Chulan leaves.

Na Ruhu and Ding Shiman slowly stood up, straightened their clothes, and then bowed to Zhu Li who was sitting on the chair, saying in unison: "Senior, I will take my leave now."

Zhu Li sat leisurely on the wide chair.

His eyes were fixed on the TV screen in front of him, as if he was deeply attracted by the content inside.

After hearing what the two said, he just said "hmm" softly as a response.

Na Ruhu and Ding Shimaan couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when they saw this.

"Please come in, both of you." Tang Mi extended his hand.

Then Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan left.

Ding Shimaan and Na Ruhu slowly walked out of the gate of the villa, and the scene before them made them breathe a sigh of relief.

They stood on the high steps, looking at the towering mountains in the distance, with an indescribable emotion welling up in their hearts.

All I saw were mountains rising and falling one after another.

The sun shines through the clouds, making the mountains sparkle with golden light.

The trees in the mountains are lush and green, and the leaves rustle in the breeze.

Relaxed, spacious, and without any pressure.

The two stood on the steps, letting the breeze brush their cheeks, feeling the freshness and tranquility.

They took a deep breath, as if they wanted to absorb all the natural breath into their bodies.

This kind of relief only lasts for a moment, and is followed by inexplicable pressure.

Ding Shimaan and the tiger stood side by side, and the distance between them seemed to be infinitely far away.

Their eyes revealed a deep contemplation and solemnity, as if at this moment, the whole world had fallen into dead silence.

The air around them seemed to freeze; even the wind stopped whistling, leaving only the two people's breathing sounds echoing softly in their ears.

The sunlight poured through the clouds, making the earth sparkle with golden light, but this light could not dispel the haze in their hearts.

The mountains in the distance still stand majestically, as if they are eternal guardians, quietly watching everything on this land.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and every second seemed so long.

The two of them just stood there quietly, without words or movement.

This silence makes people feel inexplicably depressed and nervous.

It is like an invisible sword hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any time.

Only they knew that this invisible sword was Blood Pill.

The scene suddenly changed.

The sky was covered with a scarlet glow, as if the entire universe was dyed with blood.

In this scarlet world, Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan seemed extremely small.

They were standing on a huge platform, with a huge, planet-like ball hanging above their heads.

The light emitted by the giant ball enveloped the entire platform in a dazzling red light, which was so strong that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

It was like a huge fireball, hanging above the heads of Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan, emitting an indescribable sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression comes not only from the huge size of the giant ball, but also from the mysterious and powerful energy it exudes.

That energy seemed to be able to penetrate everything and directly act on the depths of Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan's hearts.

Na Ruhu and Ding Shimaan stared at the giant ball above their heads, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

They knew that this giant ball was the Blood Pill, and the enormous power hidden behind it was a power that was enough to change the world.

Blood Pill has become their inner demon.

This is a reflection of their spiritual world.

"boom--"

The picture is broken.

Finally, the tiger broke the silence. He sighed softly and said, "You're not really going to eat that thing, are you?"

Although his voice was low, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

That thing is blood pill.

It was refined from blood spirits, and it looked like a transformed being slaughtering living beings.

Taking it means surrendering.

Coexistence
That Ru Hu felt terrified just thinking about it.

As a modern man, Na Ruhu is not a madman, nor is he a martial arts fanatic.

He subconsciously resisted this kind of thing.

After all, military force is no longer everything in the alien world now.

To be honest, if this thing was only obtained by Na Ruhu, he might not even eat it.

But Ding Shimaan also has it.

this.
It’s difficult!
"I don't know either..." Ding Shimaan's voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of helplessness and confusion.

Na Ru Hu looked up and saw Ding Shiman standing next to the black car. His eyes were deep, as if he had made all preparations.

He gently grasped the door handle and pulled it hard, and the door opened with a slight creaking sound.

He quickly got into the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and started the car skillfully.

As the roar of the engine sounded, the whole car seemed to be injected with life and began to move.

Ding Shimaan stepped on the accelerator, and the car's tires made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground, as if protesting against this sudden force.

However, this protest was quickly overcome by the car's powerful force, and it rushed forward like a wild horse.

The car was speeding up and the surrounding scenery began to become blurry.

The wind whistled past, making the car windows make a whistling sound.

Ding Shimaan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes unfocused.

I didn't notice at all that the car was speeding up.

Racing in the mountains without paying full attention, probably only an extraordinary person can do it.

The only thing in Ding Shimaan's mind now is that round red ball.

To eat or not to eat, that is the question.

Watching Ding Shimaan's back gradually walking away, Na Ru Hu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

He knows that everyone has their own choices and paths to take.

"This guy..." Na Ruhu muttered to himself, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Over the years, he and Ding Shimaan have been called two heroes.

That's because they are equally strong.

But the appearance of this blood pill broke the current balance.

If either of them eats, then he will definitely exceed the other.

If they want to continue to maintain this balance, there is only one result, that is, both of them will eat it.

But when he thought of the raw materials of blood pill, Na Ru Hu fell into deep thought again.

If I had known this earlier, I would have not come.
Now we are in real trouble!
The living room of the villa.

The corners of Zhu Li's mouth rose inexplicably.

He saw Ding Shimaan's struggle and entanglement with the tiger.

He knew that these two people would definitely take the blood pill.

After all, no one can resist the temptation of power.

That guy Ru Hu might have a very high moral bottom line, but Zhu Li knew that the man named Ding Shiman would never be able to bear his desire for power.

This is a game.

As for that tiger?
As long as Na Ruhu knew that Ding Shimaan also obtained the same pill as him, then Na Ruhu would definitely eat it.

Zhu Li thought of Zhang Zhiwei.

This innate spiritual body is quite interesting.

Zhu Li knew that the old Taoist priest would definitely not touch the blood pill.

The so-called genius cannot resist the desire for power.

But Zhang Zhiwei is not among the geniuses, he is also a monster!

Zhu Li thought to himself, "This thing is not a terrible beast. My dear granddaughter can eat the blood pills as beans now. I will bear all the consequences."

His only goal is to improve the current level of the alien world.

How can the miraculous skills left by our ancestors just disappear? Only when the new generation pushes the old generation forward can this be considered true practice and the real world of martial arts.

"Chu Lan, prepare the car today and go to Wudang Mountain." Zhu Li called softly.

"Oh, okay." Zhang Chulan responded subconsciously as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)