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

Chapter 144: Start to exert force

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a huge black curtain was ruthlessly torn apart.

The strong wind howled, blowing up dust and fallen leaves, which swirled and tumbled in the air, forming small whirlwinds.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky like a sharp sword, splitting the dark sky in half.

As the thunder gradually faded away, heavy rain poured down.

The raindrops are as big as beans, splashing water on the ground; falling on the leaves, making a "pa pa" sound; and knocking on the windows, it is like countless little drummers beating out the beat.

In a corner of the bustling city, there is a forgotten rooftop.

This place is far away from the hustle and bustle, and it is so quiet that it seems isolated from the world. On this rooftop, there is a young man named John sitting in a wheelchair, with endless despair in his eyes.

John's face was full of fatigue and helplessness, his brows were furrowed, and crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

The rain mercilessly wet his hair and face, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his lapels.

His lips trembled slightly, as if telling of his inner pain and helplessness.

His hands rested weakly on the armrests of the wheelchair, his fingers tightly grasping the armrests, as if trying to grasp a glimmer of hope.

"Why?"

"why?"

John murmured to himself.

He had a bright future ahead of him, but because he got addicted to gambling, he owed so much debt that his legs were broken by the debt collectors.

The family was destroyed by him.

He ruined my future.

Everything is ruined.

If the wheelchair moves forward, it will fall into endless darkness.

The rain penetrated into John's body, but he was in deep sorrow and did not notice the abnormality of the rain at all.

The rain was no longer clear and transparent, but took on a strange red color, like blood.

Red raindrops poured down from the sky, hitting John, staining his clothes and skin red. His face was pale and distorted by the rain, and his eyes were full of pain and despair.

However, he didn't seem to realize the unusualness of the rain and just endured the pain silently.

The red rain slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes, forming patches of bright red marks.

The marks spread across his clothes.

Suddenly, John's eyes turned blood red, as if they were eroded by some mysterious force.

His pupils turned red as fire, emitting a heart-pounding light.

The light seemed to penetrate his body, shrouding him in a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

As his eyes changed, John's body also began to change.

His bones began to grow out of his flesh and blood, piercing his skin like sharp blades, revealing his white bones.

These bones twisted and deformed in a strange way, as if they were the form of some unknown creature. They spread out from John's body and formed a unique and terrifying structure.

John's hands also changed, his fingers became slender and sharp, like the claws of a bird of prey.

His nails became as hard as iron and flashed with cold light.

The muscles in his arms swelled and the veins bulged, as if they contained endless power.

His body was driven by this force and he stood up from the wheelchair.

John's height increased as he stood up, and his figure looked tall and majestic in the night.

His eyes were as red as blood, revealing a violent aura.

He opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar.

"Destruction, I want destruction!!!"

"revenge!!"

"revenge!!!"

John jumped down from the rooftop, his body drawing a graceful arc in the air, like a bird of prey spreading its wings and flying.

His bone sword blade flashed coldly in the night, revealing a heart-pounding sharpness.

He broke through the glass window, and fragments flew everywhere, making a sharp shattering sound.

The sound was particularly loud in the quiet night.

The man and woman on the bed were stunned by this sudden change. They shouted in horror, "Who are you?" However, John did not answer their questions. A red light flashed in his eyes, and the bone sword was swung out, killing the two people directly.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

It pierced the man's chest easily, bringing out a stream of blood.

The man's face still maintained an expression of horror, as if he couldn't believe that he was dead.

His body fell down weakly with a dull sound.

The woman screamed and tried to run away, but John was faster.

He turned and swung his sword, the blade piercing the woman's heart accurately.

The woman's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

Her body twitched a few times, then fell limply onto the bed, without a sound.

Blood splattered on John's body, and he grinned grimly, feeling great.

"kill!!!"

With a growl, John sprinted away.

As for the two corpses, the blood on them continued to float away and merge into the rain, spreading out again with some kind of mysterious power.

Tang Feng and Lu Hui stood on a hill in the distance, their eyes gazing through layers of fog at the city ahead that was about to fall.

Their figures appeared particularly firm in the morning light.

"Looking at the situation, this state will probably fall soon." Tang Feng said softly, with a barely perceptible hint of pride in his voice.

Lu Hui stood beside him, with only one arm, but his posture was unusually upright.

There wasn't much expression on his face, but his eyes flashed with an accurate assessment of the situation.

"The formation is really powerful."

When Tang Feng heard this, his smile became even more obvious.

"How can the formation that Your Highness has figured out not be powerful?"

He asked back, his tone full of pride.

Lu Hui nodded slightly and didn't say much.

"Can it go faster?" Lu Hui suddenly asked softly. His voice was low and powerful, revealing an eager anticipation.

Tang Feng shook his head and his eyes turned serious.

"In three days, the state will almost fall. It can't go any faster. Or rather, there is no point in going any faster, as it will only waste our resources."

After hearing this, Lu Hui nodded gently to show her understanding.

Three days later.

office.

The chief of staff looked pale, like an old piece of paper eroded by wind and frost, revealing a deep fatigue and helplessness.

His footsteps were heavy and slow, as if each step was carrying a heavy burden. When he pushed open the door of the office, the creaking sound of the door hinges echoed in the silent space.

Chuan Langte was sitting behind his desk, his brows furrowed and his eyes revealed an indescribable anxiety.

When he heard the door open, he looked up and his eyes met his chief of staff. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Sir, New Jersey has fallen." The chief of staff's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

His words were simple but heavy, like a huge rock pressing on Chuanlangte's heart.

Still can’t hold on?
They had known about the blood slaves in New Jersey for a long time.

I just didn’t expect that New Jersey would be gone so soon.

Chuan Langte's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

The distinguished gentleman leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to get more information from the chief of staff.

However, when he heard the word "fall", he seemed to have lost all his strength and leaned weakly on the back of his chair.

It's bad.

The eighty-year-old man's fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the table, and his fingertips turned pale from excessive force.

Chuan Langte's eyes became empty and confused, and he seemed unable to accept this cruel reality.

Numb.

The chief of staff hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if he was weighing how to convey this difficult news.

His lips trembled slightly, and he finally whispered, "Because of the recent fall of the three states, many people have been displaced and fled to other states to become 'outsiders'. This has caused chaos in several states adjacent to them, the crime rate has soared, and the people are very dissatisfied. The state government is also appealing to us..."

Before he finished speaking, Chuan Langte stood up angrily. His face flushed red, his eyes burning with rage, like an enraged beast.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles crackling from the force.

"They have objections?!" Chuan Langte roared, his voice was deafening and echoed throughout the office like thunder.

"The country is about to perish, but they are still fighting among themselves! Get them out! Get them out!!!"

As he roared, the air in the office seemed to freeze.

Power is decentralized across the United States and at the federal level.

Many states have rights similar to those of the federal government.

As a result, various places are separated and very difficult to manage. In the face of a disaster, they naturally think about how to ensure that their own interests are not harmed.

All I can say is that there are so many aristocratic families that it is difficult to deal with.

The chief of staff hesitantly asked, "What now?"

His voice was full of anxiety and confusion, like a child who had lost his way.

The light of hope that had originally flickered in Chuan Langte's eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by endless fatigue and powerlessness.

His body seemed to be drained of strength and he slumped weakly in the seat.

His hands rested limply on his knees, his fingertips trembling slightly, revealing his inner anxiety and helplessness.

"It's not peaceful now. The three states have fallen. The warlords of Moshi are entrenched in the border and are eyeing us covetously. The country is not peaceful. Crime is rampant everywhere. There are also blood slaves escaping from the three fallen states..."

Chuan Langte murmured to himself, his voice full of helplessness and despair.

His eyes became empty and confused, as if he could not see any way out.

For a moment, he actually smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-mockery and bitterness in that smile.

The nearly ninety-year-old man stared at the chief of staff with cold eyes, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and anger on him.

The chief of staff felt a chill rising up his spine, and sweat began to form on his forehead, with cold sweat dripping down.

He swallowed and tried to calm his fear and anxiety.

"Sir, I'll do it right away." The chief of staff finally mustered up the courage to say.

Chuan Langte asked, "What are you going to do?"

The chief of staff wiped his sweat and stammered, "Go ask for help. I have some connections in other states."

Chuan Langte narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Let's solve it quickly."

For a moment, the chief of staff felt a chill running straight to his head.

If we can't solve the problem, we have to solve the person who raised the problem.

The chief of staff felt as if a gun was pointed at his temple, and his head was about to explode at any moment, and he would die forever.

Thinking of this, he felt it was time to consider a retreat.

New Jersey, dead silence.

The once prosperous city is now only left with ruins.

On this vast grassland, several unconscious blood slaves were walking forward aimlessly.

Their bodies had lost their life force, their skin had taken on an eerie pale color, and their eyes were devoid of any light, only emptiness and confusion.

Their limbs moved stiffly and mechanically, and every step seemed to be pulled forward by some invisible force.

These blood slaves had dried blood on their faces, and their clothes were torn, revealing their scarred bodies.

Their hands hung limply at their sides, their fingertips lightly touching the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

Whenever the wind blows, their hair and clothes will flutter in the wind, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

The air around them was filled with a faint smell of blood, which made people sick. The wild grass on the grassland had been dyed dark red, as if the earth was crying for the disaster.

Occasionally, some abandoned vehicles and buildings can be seen in the distance. They stand there quietly, but there is no trace of human touch.

Tang Feng and Lu Hui walked side by side on the streets of New Jersey. The sunlight shone on them through the sparse clouds, adding a bit of vitality to this desolate land.

The surrounding buildings are in ruins, with weeds growing on both sides of the street. Occasionally, there are a few abandoned vehicles parked on the roadside, their tires have long been deflated and the glass is broken, telling of the disaster that has happened.

Just then, several blood slaves slowly walked out from the shadows at the corner of the street, their steps dragging and their eyes empty and lifeless.

When they saw Tang Feng and Lu Hui, they seemed to be intimidated by some invisible threat. They immediately began to tremble, their legs went weak, and they fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Tang Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He looked around, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Beautiful Country is really a good place to build a dojo."

Hearing this, Lu Hui nodded and said in deep agreement, "That's true. This place is vast and sparsely populated, and the terrain is flat, so the feng shui is not very good. But with a little work, it will be perfect as a dojo."

Tang Feng smiled slightly and nodded in agreement: "I didn't expect that there would be such a blessed place far away from Daming."

Lu Hui smiled and responded, "This is truly a blessed land, much better than the Central Plains. I don't know how refreshing it is to farm here."

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hyena?" Tang Feng picked up the phone.

"Master Tomb Guard, is this another arrangement?" asked the hyena.

"Why did you call me suddenly?"

"Because there are unusual movements among our troops, and there seem to be signs of withdrawal."

Tang Feng rolled his eyes and smiled, "Maybe it's because New Jersey fell, and their rotation pressure has increased."

"Congratulations, Lord Tomb Guard." Hyena's tone was full of surprise. This was good news.

"Well, since they are going to evacuate, you should harass them to some extent and hold them back." Tang Feng assigned the task.

"Yes, my lord."

(End of this chapter)