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

Chapter 138 138: It’s a mess, a complete mess!
call ended.

Zhu Li was silent for two moments.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in his eyes, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn.

This light came and went quickly.

The message has been conveyed.

One of the functions of the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse is telepathy.

At the same time, in a dense forest thousands of miles away, Geng Qing was carrying out his mission.

At that moment just now, when a golden light flashed in Zhu Li's eyes, Geng Qing felt an indescribable spiritual touch, as if something gently touched the depths of his soul.

This feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he involuntarily stopped what he was doing and closed his eyes to try to capture this sudden sensation.

"Your Highness...are you going to summon me?" Geng Qing whispered to himself.

Thinking of this, Geng Qing no longer hesitated, quickly packed his bags and prepared to set off back to the dojo where Zhu Li was.

Geng Qing did not dare to be negligent in the face of His Highness's summons. No matter what he did, His Highness's affairs had to be his priority.

Soon.

Geng Qing hurried back to the dojo, exhausted. He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then strode in.

On the stage, the charm of opera is displayed to the fullest.

Melodious music sounded and the actors came on stage.

Their postures are graceful and their steps are light, as if they are floating in the air.

Every movement has been carefully designed to showcase the character's personality traits and embody the unique charm of opera.

The singing began, the sound was gentle and melodious, like the sound of nature, penetrating the entire theater.

The voices of the actors were either high-pitched and passionate, or low and subtle, expressing the emotions of the characters in the play vividly.

The performances on stage were even more exciting.

The actors told the story of the play through vivid expressions and delicate body language.

Their eyes are full of emotions, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes hot as fire.

In addition, the fighting scenes in the opera are also a highlight.

The professional dramatists are agile and their moves are fierce, and every confrontation makes people's blood boil.

Their movements were smooth and powerful, demonstrating the profoundness of Chinese martial arts.

Zhu Li sat upright on the stage, wearing a scarlet dragon robe, which made him particularly eye-catching.

He had an upright posture and sat elegantly. He raised his head slightly with a deep gaze, as if he was thinking about some profound question.

He had a handsome face, and his brows revealed a calm and composed temperament, which matched the scarlet python robe he was wearing perfectly, making him look even more noble.

The environment under the stage was also decorated very elegantly, with exquisite screens and antique vases placed around it, filled with blooming flowers, exuding a faint fragrance.

The floor was covered with red carpet, soft and comfortable, forming a perfect contrast with Zhu Li's scarlet dragon robe.

Got a gap!
"I, your humble servant, pay my respects to His Royal Highness Prince Zhao!"

Geng Qing knelt on the ground like a man trying to push a golden mountain over and topple a jade pillar, and said in a loud and respectful voice, "I am back!"

Zhu Li raised his eyes slightly, turned his back to Geng Qing and said, "Get up."

Upon hearing the order, Geng Qing immediately stood up, still maintaining a respectful attitude and waiting for further instructions.

There was a tense and solemn atmosphere in the air, as if even the sound of breathing could be heard.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Li finally spoke again:
"The situation in the United States is complicated and changing. Tang Feng has suffered heavy losses and he is here to ask for help. I am ready to let you go."

After hearing these words, Geng Qing did not show any hesitation or fear. Instead, he straightened his back with a fiery light flashing in his eyes:
"Don't worry, Your Highness. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, I will fight to the death!"

Zhu Li nodded slightly.

"Take these blood pills with you."

He slowly raised his hand, palm facing up, and a mysterious and powerful force seemed to condense in the air.

As he moved, blood-red pills began to slowly rise from his palms, suspended in the air, emitting a faint red light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Each of these blood pills is round and full, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a soft and deep luster.

Their color is not ordinary red, but a deep blood red, as if containing endless vitality and energy.

Under the light, a thin halo formed around the blood dan, making them look even more mysterious.

What is even more surprising is that when you look closely, you will find that there seem to be tiny textures flowing slowly inside these blood pills, as if they have life and are full of spirituality.

With a light flick of Zhu Li's fingers, the blood pills slowly floated towards Geng Qing and finally stopped in front of him.

Geng Qing's hands were trembling slightly, as if he was holding an extremely precious treasure.

He slowly opened the bag, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the contents.

As the bag gradually opened, a faint smell of blood mixed with a strong sense of life force blew towards him, causing him to involuntarily take a deep breath.

The blood pills rolled into the bag one by one, and each one was like a gem that embodied endless vitality and energy.

They collided gently in the bag, making a subtle and crisp sound, as if the music of life was echoing in the air.

Geng Qing felt the warmth coming from his hands, a vibrant temperature, as if every blood pill was telling him the story behind them.

He stared at the blood pills, his eyes flashing with complex light.

These blood pills are not only the nourishment for cultivation, but also the result of countless lives paying the price of their lives.

Their surfaces are as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Geng Qing's resolute and determined face.

He gently stroked the blood pills, feeling their almost tangible vitality, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

"Your Highness, I will definitely complete the mission."

After saying that, Geng Qing turned and left.

Geng Qing stood at the border of the dojo, and in front of him was a huge bird, its body covered with scarlet feathers, each piece seemed to be soaked in blood and flashing with a dark light.

The bird's four eyes were located on both sides of its head, flashing an evil red light and exuding an ominous aura.

Its claws were as sharp as knives, and every swing seemed to tear through the air, bringing up gusts of wind.

Geng Qing took a deep breath and jumped onto the giant bird's back. With a sharp cry, the giant bird flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Geng Qing held onto Toba tightly, feeling the scenery below quickly becoming smaller.

The birds were flying at an extremely high speed, almost reaching the speed of sound. The surrounding scenery became blurred, and only the whistling of the wind and the vibration of the bird's wings could be felt. Geng Qing stared ahead, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He knew that this mission was related to the change of the entire war situation, and he had to give it his all.

As the birds flew through the clouds, the scene below gradually became clearer.

The border of the United States appeared before our eyes. Densely populated cities and villages were scattered across the vast land. In the distance, the mountains were rolling and the rivers were winding like silver ribbons.

However, this beautiful land is now shrouded in a shadow. Traces of war can be seen everywhere in the two states. Ruins, smoke, and panicked crowds form a desolate picture.

"Brother Lu, where are you from?" Geng Qing communicated using the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse.

"Your Highness actually sent you here?"

Lu Hui was far away in Maine, but she also received the information about the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique.

But think about it, the tomb guards are now a little short of manpower, and Liu Yijian has to be personally responsible for the princess's safety.

While there was communication going on here, it was a mess on the other side.

In a spacious and bright command room of the Air Defense Department, a young staff member is enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet.

He has been exhausted these past few days.

Because bombers are being dispatched, the cooperation of the air defense department is needed.

For several days of bombing, the air defense department had to arrange the bomber movements.

So it's really tiring.

"How did the country become like this?" Kipling Wordsworth shook his head.

He sat in a comfortable office chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of freshly baked bread in the other.

The sun is shining outside the window, with a few white clouds floating leisurely occasionally. The whole room is filled with a faint aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread.

Once upon a time, the country was extremely powerful, but what about now?
The enemy actually hit me in the face.

Kipling Wordsworth was one of the new members of the Air Defence Division, responsible for monitoring daily airspace activity. Despite the high alertness required by the nature of his job, he seemed unusually relaxed at the moment.

He blew gently on the steaming black coffee in front of him, sipped its bitter taste with a sweet aftertaste, and took a bite of the bread that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a thick layer of butter and jam.

This simple and beautiful moment allowed him to temporarily forget the troubles in the outside world.

Just as Kipling Wordsworth was immersed in this rare peace, a sudden change broke it all.

A sharp and shrill alarm suddenly sounded, breaking the originally quiet space and shattering the bread in his hand.

The sound was so loud that the coffee in the cup vibrated and splashed a few drops of dark liquid onto the table.

Kipling Wordsworth stood up suddenly, all his sleepiness disappeared in an instant, replaced by the alertness and sense of responsibility that a soldier should have.

He quickly put down the items in his hands and walked quickly to the control console to check the situation.

The screen showed a fast-moving target approaching the edge of the country's airspace.

He quickly pressed several buttons, activated the emergency response program, and reported the current situation to his superiors through the internal communication system and requested instructions.

After a while, there was a hurried knock on the door of the air defense department, and then a middle-aged man in a neat suit pushed the door open.

She was Meg Theodore, the head of the Air Defense Department.

His face looked extremely pale and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, obviously he had come in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Meg Theodore's voice trembled slightly. He looked around at the busy staff in the command room and finally his eyes fell on Li Ming.

Kipling Wordsworth stood up immediately. Although he was also nervous, he tried his best to remain calm and quickly reported to the minister:
"Minister, we have detected an unidentified flying object, reaching a speed of Mach 2.6, which has entered the country and appears to be targeting Maine."

Meg Theodore's face turned even paler. She quickly walked to the console and checked the data on the screen herself.

The screen showed the trajectory of the UFO, which cut through the sky at an astonishing speed and headed straight for the northeast corner of the United States.

"This is impossible!" Meg Theodore muttered to herself, her fingers sliding lightly across the screen, trying to find out more information.

But no matter how hard he tried, the origin and purpose of the UFO remained a mystery.

The atmosphere in the command room became solemn, and everyone realized the seriousness of the situation.

They knew that this UFO could be an unprecedented threat and that it was moving so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

Meg Theodore took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

He knew that as Minister of Air Defense, he had to make quick decisions to deal with this sudden crisis.

He turned to Kipling Wordsworth and said, "Immediately activate the emergency response procedures and notify all relevant departments. We must do our utmost to ensure the safety of the people."

Kipling Wordsworth nodded and quickly began to carry out the order.

The country is in chaos.

The situation on the sea was also in chaos.

Above the vast ocean, the US aircraft carrier battle group is sailing in an orderly manner. Each ship is like a gear in a precision machinery, performing its own duties and jointly maintaining the tranquility of this sea area.

The sun shines through the clouds, the sea sparkles, and seagulls circle in the sky. Everything seems peaceful and harmonious.

However, this tranquility was suddenly broken. On the radar screen of the aircraft carrier battle group, an abnormal signal approached rapidly, and its speed was so fast that it almost shocked the experienced operators.

This UFO is not a conventional fighter jet, because it does not emit any heat signal, which makes it impossible for radar to capture its figure through conventional thermal imaging technology. It was not until it entered the country and approached the aircraft carrier battle group at close range that people discovered its existence in horror.

The alarm on the aircraft carrier sounded suddenly, sharp and rapid, breaking the tranquility of the sea.

The officers and soldiers quickly ran to their respective battle positions, their faces filled with tension and anxiety.

The commander's voice spread to every corner through the broadcasting system: "Everyone, pay attention, an unidentified flying object is approaching, enter combat status immediately!"

On the deck of the aircraft carrier, fighter planes took off urgently. The pilots gripped the joysticks tightly, their eyes determined and nervous.

They knew that facing such an unknown threat, every second counted.

Other ships in the aircraft carrier battle group also responded quickly, with missile launch systems ready and guns pointing to the sky, and everyone ready to fight back.

However, the speed of the UFO was so fast that it was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky and soaring into the clouds.

But wait until everything is ready.

The target has disappeared.

Only the commander was left in the control room, looking disheveled in the wind.

"Can someone tell me what the hell that is!!"

(End of this chapter)