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

Chapter 149: Beautiful Congress Becomes a Living Hell

In the office.

Zhao Fangxu sat in a large leather chair, staring ahead with gloomy eyes.

He crossed his hands, resting his chin on them, tapping his cheeks lightly with his fingers.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the blinds, creating mottled light and shadows, but it seemed as if all this had nothing to do with him.

His brows were furrowed, with a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Bi Youlong stood in front of Zhao Fangxu, silent.

He was wearing a dark suit, looking very formal.

Bi Youlong lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into Zhao Fangxu's eyes, as if waiting for an unpredictable result.

Zhao Fangxu's desk was piled with documents and reports, but he obviously had no intention of looking through them.

The desk lamp on the table emitted a soft light, illuminating the words on the papers, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

There is a landscape painting hanging on the wall. The mountains in the painting are majestic and tall, shrouded in clouds and mist.

Zhao Fangxu finally spoke, his voice low and full of questions: "Where is Huang Boren?"

Bi Youlong said in a deep voice: "He seems to be sick."

Zhao Fangxu raised his head suddenly, a light flashed above his glasses: "Sick? Why didn't I see him sick before?"

Bi Youlong laughed dryly and said, "Director Zhao, you understand."

Zhao Fangxu frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "I'll make a call."

On the other side, Huang Boren was nestling comfortably in his room.

The room was decorated in a warm and casual style, with several celebrity posters on the wall and various comic books and novels on the bookshelf.

He sat on a large sofa, and on the coffee table in front of the sofa were scattered several opened packs of snacks and empty drink cans.

At this moment, Huang Boren was holding a bag of French fries in one hand and a bottle of Coke in the other, watching the variety show on the TV screen with relish.

The TV volume was turned up very loud, and bursts of laughter and cheers could be heard from time to time.

Huang Boren also laughed along, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the show.

At his feet was a small basket filled with garbage, filled with used snack wrappers and paper towels.

There were a few potato chip crumbs scattered on the floor, and it was obvious that he had been here for a long time.

Get ill?

This is not sick at all.

Suddenly, a rapid cell phone ring broke the silence in the room.

Huang Boren was so startled that he almost dropped the French fries in his hand.

He quickly put down his fries and Coke, picked up his phone and saw the words "Mr. Zhao" on the screen, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Huang Boren's hands trembled involuntarily. He quickly picked up the water cup beside him, took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound more natural.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." Huang Boren tried his best to make his voice sound weak.

Zhao Fangxu's stern voice came from the other end of the phone: "I heard you are sick?"

Huang Boren pretended to be weak and whispered, "Yes, Mr. Zhao, I may have caught a cold recently and I'm not feeling well."

Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly, with obvious suspicion in his tone: "Following King Zhao, you seem to have improved a lot, right? I don't get sick easily, let alone you?"

When Huang Boren heard this, he became even more nervous. He coughed violently several times, almost coughing out his lungs, to prove that he was indeed seriously ill.

He panted and said, "Mr. Zhao, I'm really sick. Fortune and misfortune can happen at any time. Who can predict it?"

Zhao Fangxu was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about whether Huang Boren's words were credible. After a while, he slowly said, "Okay, you should have a good rest first, and come back to work when you are well."

Huang Boren breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed: "Okay, Mr. Zhao, I will recover as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Boren breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Huang Boren put down his phone, his eyes turned gloomy. He knew what Zhao Fangxu wanted him to do, it was nothing more than a mission to go to the United States.

But Huang Boren really didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to face King Zhao again, that terrifying man.

He also knew that he could not deceive Zhao Fangxu, but his attitude was clear, and Zhao Fangxu was willing to give both of them dignity.

Huang Boren sighed, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice-cold beer, drank it in one gulp, and the coldness rushed to the back of his head.

He shook his head and murmured, "Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore."

The room was filled with a faint aroma of wine and potato chips. Huang Boren sat on the sofa, watching the variety show on the TV screen, but he could no longer laugh.

The cold and ruthless face of King Zhao and the horrific scenes he had experienced kept appearing in his mind.

I really don't want to face King Zhao.

the other side.

When Bi Youlong saw Zhao Fangxu hang up the phone, he quickly asked, "What did you say?"

Zhao Fangxu said helplessly: "I'm really sick."

When Bi Youlong heard what Zhao Fangxu said, his eyelids twitched and he muttered to himself, "Is he sick? Director Zhao is covering for him."

Although he knew it well, he dared not show it on his face, and could only ask respectfully: "Director Zhao, what should we do next?"

Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment, looked at Bi Youlong with deep eyes, and said slowly: "Next, it seems that you can only replace Huang Boren to go to the United States to carry out the mission."

Bi Youlong pursed his lips, his expression looking somewhat reluctant.

He knew that this mission was full of danger and uncertainty, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

But he also knew that once Zhao Fangxu spoke, he would have no room for refusal.

Zhao Fangxu seemed to see through Bi Youlong's thoughts and chuckled, "You look so reluctant, are you afraid that King Zhao will eat you?"

Bi Youlong forced a smile and replied, "Boss Zhao has spoken, so I have no choice but to go."

"Okay, as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The busy docks of the United States were brightly lit, just like daytime. Countless ships were crowded outside the docks, and as far as the eye could see, the densely packed ships stretched to the end of the sight, all waiting to dock or preparing to leave the port.

The air was filled with the salty smell of sea water and the scent of engine oil, mixed with the shouts of the crew and the roar of the ship's engine.

Captain Laman Randolph stood on the deck of his freighter, brows furrowed and his face full of impatience.

He looked at the congested waterway ahead and complained angrily: "What's going on? It's so congested that our goods are going to rot!"

Suddenly, a clear and powerful voice came from the radio: "All ships, please pay attention, leave the designated position, a ship is entering the port."

This sudden order made the already dissatisfied crew members even more indignant. They began to talk and question why they were asked to move and why their ship needed to give in.

However, faced with powerful port management and order maintenance forces, they could only helplessly follow orders and slowly adjust their ships.

Just then, a majestic and magnificent warship slowly sailed into the port, and its appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The flag of the Dragon Kingdom was flying on the warship, and its bright and dazzling red color was particularly eye-catching in the night.

As the warship approached, people could clearly see the Dragon Kingdom characters and logo engraved on the hull.

"Is this a warship from the Dragon Nation?"

someone shouted.

“Why are they able to come here?”

“Not fair, this is not fair!!!”

"Shut up, look." Someone pointed at the warship.

The soldiers stood on the deck, fully armed, with firm eyes and upright postures, as if they were guardians of the sea.

These soldiers are not only strong and sturdy, but also well-trained. They are well-equipped and the weapons in their hands are shining with a cold light.

Among them, there are some warriors with special abilities. Their eyes reveal an otherworldly temperament, as if they are warriors from the future.

We are all well-informed people.

You can tell at first glance that some of them are aliens.

As the warship moved forward, the waves rolled over the bow, making a roaring sound.

The soldiers stared ahead expressionlessly; their eyes penetrated the sea fog and seemed to be able to see through everything.

Their existence itself is a deterrent force, which will deter any enemy who dares to provoke them.

Gradually, the questioning voices completely disappeared.

There was a bustling crowd, and cargo ships and merchant ships came and went.

However, in this noisy environment, a man with an oriental face seemed particularly lonely and helpless.

His name was Mu Gu. At the moment, he was squatting on the edge of the dock, holding his head with his hands, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep frustration and helplessness.

Maku is a strange man from the East, which enables him to earn more money than ordinary people in the United States.

The control over aliens in Dragon Country is too strict, and they are simply unable to exert their full strength.

He originally thought that this would be his chance to change his destiny, so he traveled thousands of miles to this strange country.

His plan was simple: work hard here, accumulate enough wealth, and then return to his hometown to enjoy his retirement.

However, fate did not seem to be on his side.

Since the unrest in the United States, the government has begun to target outsiders, especially Orientals like Maku.

They were accused of being the root cause of the chaos in the country, and although this claim was groundless, it quickly spread among the people.

Overnight, Maku and his compatriots found themselves persona non grata.

Discrimination and exclusion made Maku's life extremely difficult.

His work was affected, his income dropped sharply, and he was sometimes even verbally insulted or physically attacked by local people.

Whenever night falls, loneliness and fear will follow him like a shadow.

He tried to seek help, but in this money-oriented society, no money means no voice.

Mu Gu also thought about leaving this place that exhausted him and returning to that warm home.

However, when he opened the passbook and saw the meager number, his hope was shattered again.

There are people like this around him.

It was only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that gave them hope.

Said a boat would come to pick them up.

Suddenly there was chaos on the dock.

The crowd began to stir, with discussions rising and falling.

A huge warship slowly sailed into the dock, with the bright flag of the Dragon Country hanging on the hull, shining brightly in the sun.

Someone exclaimed, "The Dragon Kingdom's ship!"

Then someone else shouted, "It's still a warship!"

When Mu Gu heard these voices, he suddenly raised his head, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He stared at the warship closely, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

Is this true? Are they really here to pick them up?
His heart beat faster, almost jumping out of his chest.

At this moment, a voice in an oriental language came from the warship: "Everyone, please take out your credentials and prepare to board the ship. As long as there is no problem with the test, you can go home with us."

This sentence was like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the haze in Mu Gu's heart.

In an instant, cheers broke out in the crowd.

People hugged and high-fived each other to celebrate the unexpected good news. Some even shed tears of excitement.

Mu Gu couldn't help but burst into tears. He felt a long-lost sense of security and belonging surge in his heart.

He hurriedly pulled his ID out of his pocket and held it tightly in his hand.

This is his only hope of returning home.

As the crowd moved toward the warship, Maku joined the group.

Just as Maku and other compatriots were preparing to board the ship with hope, someone suddenly bumped into the team.

The uninvited guest was wearing a neat suit and looked out of place in his surroundings.

His face was filled with an expression of anxiety and despair, and he was obviously attracted by the opportunity that was about to leave.

The soldiers reacted quickly and stopped his advance with their guns.

The man spoke fluent Chinese and said, "Take me away. I am willing to pay you a lot of money. Is that okay?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

A lieutenant came over and said coldly: "Sorry sir, this warship only serves the people of Longguo."

The man became even more anxious after hearing this: "Sir, please take me away!!!"

He was almost begging the lieutenant to change his mind.

However, the lieutenant just shook his head and said, "No," then turned and left the scene.

The man finally left the dock area dejectedly, and the people around him cast envious glances at Mu Gu and the others.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Iowa, Zhuli Dojo.

Tang Mi slowly walked into the dojo.

She has been busy with the affairs of the formation these days.

When she came in front of Zhu Li, she knelt down without hesitation and called out respectfully, "Your Highness."

Zhu Li nodded slightly, signaling Tang Mi to stand up and speak. His voice was gentle and powerful, and he asked, "What's going on?"

Tang Mi stood up, with a hint of fatigue on his face, but his eyes were full of determination.

She replied: "The formation is still being set up. It will take some time."

Zhu Li did not urge him, as he knew that setting up a formation was never something that could be accomplished overnight.

He said softly: "The formation is like this. It takes a long time to set up, but once it is set up, it can change the situation of the battle."

Tang Mi nodded: "Your Highness is wise."

"What about the incident at the dock?" Zhu Li asked again.

He went on to say: "Five days, only five days. After five days, the United States will be turned into a living hell. Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone will be turned into blood spirits."

After hearing this, Zhu Li frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

He nodded and said, "Five days is enough. Those who are willing to stay can become blood pills and turn into food."

When Tang Mi heard this, he was shocked.

(End of this chapter)