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

Chapter 14: His Royal Highness Prince Zhao is the national hero of the Han people!

"Can these cowards of yours make you feel at ease?"

Geng Qing folded his hands, a look of contempt on his face.

Huang Boren almost choked to death on his own saliva: "Ancestor, things are different now. Besides, we still haven't found the two ancestors, Liu Yijian and Lu Hui."

Geng Qing wanted to speak more.

Tang Mi stretched out her hand. She pondered and said, "This is no longer the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, these people are wearing strange clothes, and the man has long hair. It is obvious that this country has undergone earth-shaking changes."

"We still have to borrow their power to understand the current situation. Otherwise, if we act like a headless fly, we will probably get half the result with twice the effort."

"Ancestor, what do you think?"

Tang Xin looked at Tang Mi expectantly.

"Well, His Highness still needs the help of you youngsters."

Tang Mi gave Huang Boren and his group some peace of mind.

"Shall we take a step to talk?"

Huang Boren smiled.

Tang Mi nodded slightly.

"Hey, remember to get us some supplements, preferably fresh blood."

Geng Qing shouted.

meeting room.

A long table.

Tang Mi, Tang Feng, Geng Qing and Chang Cheng sat on both sides of the first seat.

"This place is really nice, even more magnificent than the imperial palace. Is it an overreach to build it this way?"

Geng Qing said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, it's better than the Ming Dynasty."

Chang Cheng said coldly.

This is what I really think. Where did all these skyscrapers come from in the Ming Dynasty?

They could get a glimpse of the country just from the car window and saw that it was a prosperous and powerful country.

However, they couldn't understand why China, which is so powerful now, could still be bullied by Japan.

Huang Boren replied that international law was a mess.

They don’t understand and need to learn.

The one below is Zhao Fangxu, and I am one of the seven among the Ten Lords.

After a round of greetings, everyone got to know each other.

"Blood is coming——"

Huang Boren was pushing a cart with a mountain of blood bags on it.

Geng Qing held up the blood bag and asked curiously, "Interesting, I can't smell any blood at all. This bag is amazing."

No one dared to laugh at such funny words.

The ten bosses and temporary workers combined were unable to capture Geng Qing. If he laughed and made others angry, the blood of everyone in the room would not be enough for the four brothers and sisters to share.

"This is a vacuum bag, it can be preserved."

Huang Boren said from the side.

Geng Qing nodded thoughtfully and was about to insert a finger into the blood bag.

"Wait, you guys want to back off?"

Tang Mi asked.

Even if the aliens are used to seeing flesh and blood, they probably don't like to see the scene of drinking blood.

"Old ancestors, please do as you please."

Zhao Fangxu stretched out his hand and made a generous gesture of invitation.

Geng Qing chuckled, punctured the blood bag, licked the blood on his fingers, and then drank it in big gulps.

Tang Feng is more gentle. He uses Qi to cut a small corner and then tastes it slowly.

"Although it's not very fresh, it can be used as is. It's a pity that it's not the blood of an alien, so the recovery effect is really limited."

He smacked his lips and said.

Under the gaze of the Ten Lords, the four of them drank blood in big gulps, even Tang Mi was no exception, drinking one bag after another.

But the effect is very obvious.

"Is this some kind of practice? Drinking blood can actually replenish my spirit!"

Lu Ci blinked and asked softly.

"Who knows? Look, their skin has become three times whiter."

Wang Ai shook his head, looking at it in astonishment. Although both of them were old dogs, they had a large family and a large business, and they had never thought of such a perverted practice of sucking blood for health.

After a while, the whole conference room was filled with the smell of blood.

All the blood bags are empty.

The changes in the four people are extremely obvious.

When they just came out of the coffin, they looked like ceramics covered with mud, gray, with haggard faces, and very ugly. Only Geng Qing looked slightly better.

Now, after drinking human blood, it is like being poured with a basin of boiling hot water.

Although the gray stuff on his body was not completely removed, it did become roughly clear.

Especially Tang Mi, whose skin is fair and rosy, whose hair is dark and shiny, whose forehead is full, and whose facial features become more three-dimensional.

"That's not enough! Any more?"

Geng Qing threw away the last blood bag and looked at Huang Boren.

Huang Boren looked embarrassed, this was the largest amount of blood spilled in the hospital recently.

If more troops are mobilized, the hospital will be short of blood.

"Don't worry about him. Without the blood of three to five hundred people, his strength won't be fully restored."

Tang Mi clapped his hands and pressed Geng Qing down.

"Sister, that's enough for me now."

Geng Qing was very happy, smiled and said nothing more.

"Oh, Ancestor, have you recovered completely?"

Zhao Fangxu asked curiously.

"No, about 30% to 50% of my strength, but it's enough."

Tang Mi had an expression that said "keep away from strangers".

She sensed the situation of the aliens around her on the way and found that there were not many powerful aliens.

Those strange people out there are probably not even as good as these old guys around her.

The Ten Lords were all shocked.

Thirty-five percent strength.
How strong is this real strength?

Could it be that he really became an immortal?

"Okay, now let's get down to business."

Tang Mi waved his hand, and the bloody air in his body was swept away.

"Grandmaster, should I speak or should you speak?"

Zhao Fangxu asked.

"Well, I'll go first."

Tang Mi said, and then fell into deep thought, as if he was organizing his words.

Everyone is waiting.

After a long while, Tang Mi finally spoke:

"I don't know what dynasty it is now, no matter what dynasty it is, but there is one thing you need to understand."

Everyone was solemn.

"If it weren't for your highness's rescue during the Tumu Fortress defeat and the defense of the capital, we Han people would have been killed by the Tatar nomads. So no matter what, your highness is a national hero, so it's only right for you, the younger generation, to help out."

It’s true.

I'm afraid that these ancestors, seeing the rapid changes outside, have also developed a sense of crisis and know that they must cooperate with us, otherwise searching for King Zhao's coffin would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhao Fangxu thought about it and breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best if you could understand the situation.

It seems that this ancestor is not so unreasonable!
"Please rest assured, senior. We are no longer a feudal dynasty, but we must not let our Han national heroes live outside."

Zhao Fangxu nodded heavily and said, after all, no matter what, these are the ancestors of the Han people, and it is not something that a small country like Japan can get involved in.

Tang Mi stared at Zhao Fangxu intently. The coldness in her eyes seemed to condense into long, sharp icy spikes, stabbing towards Zhao Fangxu.

Zhao Fangxu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Very good, you have passed the test."

Tang Mi said.

"call--"

Zhao Fangxu let out a breath. This was quite scary.

Tang Mi didn't give everyone time to think, and immediately asked: "We can talk now, where did Brother Lu and Liu Yijian go?"

Dividing line.
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(End of this chapter)