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

Chapter 68: Is it very likely that Japan will use nuclear weapons?
Company, Board of Directors.

The directors sat in a circle, the table was full of fast food and there were various lunch boxes all around them.

They have been in the conference room for a long time and are ready to fight for the long haul.

Zhao Fangxu stared at the big screen in the middle, keeping an eye on the situation in Japan.

"No news about the Six Tomb Guards yet?"

Zhao Fangxu rubbed the bloodshot corners of his eyes and asked softly.

During these three days, they slept no more than four or five hours a day in order to respond to Japanese affairs as soon as possible.

This matter involves too much.

Not only the aliens, but the Japanese army has also been involved. If things get out of hand, it will not benefit anyone.

The Long Kingdom is extremely cautious about conflicts involving such hot weapons on the verge of breaking out.

Zhao Fangxu frowned, and no one responded.

He turned his head to look at the tablet next to him. Huang Boren was hiding in the tent and sleeping peacefully.

Damn it, Japan is in chaos and he can still sleep in the center of the battlefield.

How do you sleep at this age?

"Huang Boren, speak!" Zhao Fangxu shouted.

Huang Boren woke up from his sleep as if he had a nightmare. He looked around in a daze and then saw Zhao Fangxu with red eyes.

"Sleeping in a tent is really uncomfortable. I can't even move my legs and feet."

The corner of Zhao Fangxu's mouth twitched, and he coughed, "Can't you contact the Six Tomb Guards yet?"

"Yeah, God knows where they ran to." Huang Boren yawned and said.

The Six Tomb Guards have completely disappeared since the Fukushima chaos.

Now the company cannot be contacted at all.

These six people are extremely vicious and will be unstable factors wherever they are. They are very scary.

What’s even more terrifying is that they can’t get in touch with each other.

The veins on Zhao Fangxu's forehead were throbbing wildly: "Communicator, you don't even prepare one for them?"

"Didn't we report it? They threw away all the communicators, and only Tang Mi was left." Huang Boren scratched his messy hair and shrugged.

"Where's Tang Mi?" Zhao Fangxu's tone became heavier.

Huang Boren is capable and competent, but he is too casual. He doesn't look like a director at all, but more like a temporary worker in the company.
Zhao Fangxu was quite troubled, but now was not the time to talk about this.

Huang Boren spread his hands and said helplessly: "Who is Tang Mi? Why does he need to report anything to me? Director Zhao, are you kidding me?"

Zhao Fangxu's brain twitched and his blood rushed up.

These tomb guards are truly lawless.

The company just couldn't contact the Six Tomb Guards, it didn't completely lose control of the Six Tomb Guards.

With the help of Er Zhuang, it can be inferred from clues on the Internet that the Six Tomb Guards have gone to the next city.

Their purpose is probably very simple, which is to create a blood spirit for His Royal Highness Prince Zhao.

Blood Spirit is a concept that has been released again by Japan in the past few days.

The origin of this concept is still through Fukushima.

Fukushima has fallen.

It has become a completely dead and destroyed place. Even hell is more lively than Fukushima.

The Japanese government only now realized how cruel the Six Tomb Guards were. They did not treat them as human beings at all, but instead treated them as animals that could be slaughtered at any time.

It's a complete mess!

Even if we wanted to suppress Fukushima, we simply couldn't do it.

Let’s talk about Blood Spirit.

This is a new term coined by the Japanese, because they discovered that after ordinary people become blood slaves, their blood will carry some extraordinary substances.

You only need a little bit of this stuff, and inject it into the body of a mouse, and the mouse will explode and die.

It's not poison, nor is it a strange thing, but the energy is too great and the little white mouse can't bear it.

The Japanese called them spirits, and speculated that King Zhao made such a big fuss just because he wanted the spirits among these blood slaves.

The six tomb guards went to the next city, obviously intending to replicate the situation in Fukushima, setting up a large formation, converting all people into blood slaves, and then taking their spirits.

Ordinary people won't let it go.
"Director Zhao, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already issued an announcement for the evacuation of overseas Chinese, and will even send warships to pick them up," a director reminded.

"Oh, this is going to be difficult!" Zhao Fangxu rubbed his brow bone. Even though it was already red and swollen, he still used this method to refresh himself.

The Dragon Kingdom's plan to evacuate is simply a reminder to the people of the world that a major chaos has occurred in Japan.

This move is no less than pushing Japan to the forefront. More and more ordinary people have paid attention to the changes in Japan, and more and more extraordinary people are rushing to Japan.

Curiosity killed the cat, and it can also kill many people.

Bi Youlong's face was square and gloomy: "This matter involves ordinary people. Director Zhao, you have to come up with a plan."

Ordinary people have always been a taboo in the alien world.

This is not a world where extraordinary people are in power. There seems to be a chasm between ordinary people and extraordinary people, and they have no contact with each other.

It is a consensus among modern aliens that aliens cannot vent their anger on ordinary people.

Obviously, Prince Zhao Zhu Li did not realize this.

As Prince Guan, although he did not do anything to oppress the people, he was always self-centered. He did not take action against the people of Ming Dynasty simply because he did not need to.

Now he needs it, the Japanese are nothing but a bunch of livestock that can be slaughtered at will.

Killing the chicken to get the eggs may be short-sighted, but it works!

"Plan?" A light flashed across Zhao Fangxu's glasses. "What plan can I have? Aren't we all just going to wait and see?"

The corners of Bi Youlong's mouth rose inexplicably, then quickly retracted.

The other directors also had basically no expression on their faces and there was no ripple.

Everyone's heart is like a mirror.

This is Dragon Country's Nadutong Company. Although it involves aliens, there is no need to clean up the mess for alien incidents in other countries.

The coffin of King Zhao was transported back to Japan by the Japanese themselves.

You know, this big tomb is in Dingjun Mountain. There are more than a dozen tricks such as fake tombs and accompanying tombs, which allowed the Japanese to find the real location of King Zhao's coffin.

This shows that Japan had already made plans.

I didn't expect that I would welcome back a living killer. Who can bear this?
But you have to endure it even if you can't bear it.

The Long Kingdom had discovered the tomb of Zhao Wang Zhu Li a long time ago and was very careful in the excavation work. The Yi people thought that it would be enough to dig up the tomb guards nearby, get some historical relics, and restore the environment of the Yi people at that time.

No one wanted to touch the tomb of King Zhao. After all, there was the Zhoutian Formation around it, which was scary just by looking at it. Who wouldn't think of inviting King Zhao out?

Hey!
The Japs did it.

They broke through the maze, contacted the main formation, penetrated deep into the hinterland, and used unofficial means to transport King Zhao's coffin out.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

The rivers of blood in Japan are all their own fault.

What does it have to do with their board of directors?

"The Japanese aliens can actually sit still and not ask us for help?" Huang Boren was a little surprised. These devils can really sit still!

Zhao Fangxu pushed up his glasses and sneered, "They have already contacted us, but I turned invisible and told the operator to say I was on a mission."

"You have such a dark heart!" Huang Boren looked compassionate, looking up with a look of vicissitudes. How many people will die!
"Oh, are you planning to go to Fukushima to see for yourself?" Zhao Fangxu glanced at the tablet and was furious when he saw Huang Boren's death.

He does the least and talks the most.

You have been lazy all the time, and now you want to pretend to be cool.

"Mr. Zhao, isn't it human nature to show them humanitarian care? I'm just saying it, but I can't go to Fukushima at all," Huang Boyen said with a shameless face.

Fukushima has fallen, and there are blood slaves parading around the streets. Even the army has a hard time dealing with them. Is this a place for people to stay?
He opened the tent and looked up.

Over Fukushima, red clouds hung low, like a torn wound, with blood flowing all over the sky.

The sky seemed to be stained with a deep layer of sadness, and the heavy atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

In the red clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the gods were roaring in anger and judging this land.

Every time lightning flashed, it tore huge holes in the red clouds, revealing the deeper and darker sky behind it.

On the ground, the scene in Fukushima is like hell.

The once prosperous city is now in ruins, with collapsed buildings, cracked roads and billowing smoke and dust.

No mountains could be seen, no sounds could be heard, only some terrifying low humming sounds in the air.

That was the blood slave's painful and desperate cry for help.

No one cared. Fukushima had already fallen, and the blood slaves had been turned into rational zombies by the impact of their blood and qi, wandering aimlessly in the wilderness.

Huang Boren shuddered and put the phone back. "See? This is the current situation in Fukushima. This is hell. Even if Jesus came here, he would have to keep an arm!"

The directors were silent.

They had seen this scene more than once. The end of the world was just like this!

The phone goes straight to the internal line.

Zhao Fangxu answered the phone.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fangxu."

"Director Zhao, there's another call from Japan."

"." Zhao Fangxu was silent for a while.

"Mr. Zhao, this is the nineteenth call. Why don't you respond?"

Zhao Fangxu said in a deep voice: "Tell them that there has been no response before. Our board of directors is in a meeting and has been discussing the results."

"Yes!"

Zhao Fangxu rolled his eyes and said expressionlessly: "If they ask what the result of the discussion is, just tell them we are still discussing it."

Isn’t this just Tai Chi?
Can Japan afford to delay now?

The directors reserved their opinions.

But they are so happy, otherwise they would really go to Japan, what a joke.

"Yes." said the operator.

The call ends.

This was the first time Zhao Fangxu responded to the Japanese side, and he gained both face and substance.

We have been discussing very hard and are worried about the issues in Japan every day. I know you are in dire straits every day, but there is always a way.

You asked what the solution is? I can only say that we are still discussing it.

You won't blame us, will you?

The directors looked at each other, without much smile in their eyes, but also with a sense of gloating. They thought that now was a great time to buy the bottom in Japan.

"Mr. Zhao, let's not make things too serious. It's not good for our ancestors to be in a foreign country." Huang Boren said softly while lying in the tent.

"Don't worry, I'm ready. Once King Zhao fully recovers, I'll ask the higher-ups to negotiate with Japan to bring our ancestor back," said Zhao Fangxu.

The directors looked at each other, it seemed like there was a lot of information that they didn't know!

And can the ancestors take him back whenever they want?
Zhao Fangxu paused for a moment, looking at the red lights on the map of Japan on the screen, and said calmly, "We can't really let our ancestors eat nuclear bombs."

"what?"

“They dare!!!”

The directors' eyes widened and they almost jumped up.

Nuclear bomb?

Everyone's face twitched.

The directors were really unsure about the landing of this powerful weapon.

Can King Zhao take it?
The horror of modern thermal weapons is far beyond the ability of a powerful alien to resist.

"Is the Japanese government crazy?" Bi Youlong murmured.

"That group of people are just a bunch of lunatics. How could anyone come up with a slogan like 'One hundred million people die in battle'? Moreover, in a country that can call women who earn foreign exchange by prostitution national heroes, what else could they be but lunatics?" Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly.

There is no need to say much about the 100 million deaths, but the title of this national hero is worth talking about.

World War II was just coming to an end, and Japan, as a defeated country, should have fallen into despair and never recovered.

However, for the sake of its Asia-Pacific strategy, the United States relied on its strength to rescue Japan from the defeated country.

In addition to losing most of its sovereignty, Japan's economy has soared with the help of the United States.

At that time, Japan was still losing the war, and there were soldiers from the United States stationed there. These soldiers had no fun, so the Japanese women provided them with fun.

Millions of women entered the prostitution industry, allowing the Japanese government to make huge foreign exchange profits. Instead of feeling ashamed, the Japanese government was proud of it. In order to legitimize the prostitution industry, it even praised it heavily in public reports, which caused quite a joke.

After all, the place is small and people’s minds are narrow, so what they do cannot be judged by common sense.

As for nuclear bombs, the directors are not worried about whether Japan has them.

Japan has a good father, so it can have as many nuclear bombs as it wants.

Seeing everyone was silent, Zhao Fangxu suddenly laughed: "Alright, don't think too much about this matter. If nuclear bombs were really used, Japan might not be able to bear it. The situation is far from being so serious."

At this point, the overall situation becomes clear.

A nuclear bomb cannot be dropped at will. Today's nuclear bombs are not the same as the ones used by the little boy and Miss Qiu. The equivalent and launch methods of nuclear bombs have changed.

As long as it is completed, it will be a clear plan for a prefecture-level city.

Even if the Japanese government is being abnormal, it will still weigh the matter carefully.

"The one we should worry about now is Lu Ci. According to the news from Er Zhuang, he may have practiced Ice Melting and probably succeeded." Zhao Fangxu frowned. This matter was related to the changes in the Dragon Country and he had to be on guard.

"Is this old fellow Lu Ci so powerful?" Bi Youlong widened his eyes in disbelief.

Bingjie and the others understood that the elemental body was extremely powerful. It was equivalent to giving oneself unlimited means of life-saving, as well as various elemental attacks that made it impossible to defend against.

The Lu family became stronger again.

"He won't be involved in this matter, right?" asked a director.

"No, he is just a bystander, he knows his identity." A cold light flashed in Zhao Fangxu's eyes.

You are really powerful now, and you have the support of a big mountain.

But there will be a day when Lu Hui is not around.

When your ancestor Lu Hui is no longer around, I don’t know whether your Lujia Village will be able to withstand RPG.

Lu Ci is not a cause for concern, he still needs to be punished.

Japan.

A huge blood-red sphere now hangs above Fukushima, rotating slowly like an ominous eye, staring at this once prosperous land.

The light emitted by the blood ball dyed the entire sky a deep red, as if it were the eternal afterglow of the setting sun, but there was no tranquility brought by dusk, only endless depression and fear.

On the streets, the former prosperity has become a thing of the past, replaced by wandering zombies.

Their eyes were empty, their steps were unsteady, and their clothes were tattered.

His body was full of qi and blood, so that his flesh and blood were swollen, and the blood lines on his face were very scary.

Zhu Li has moved from the basement to the rooftop of the tallest building in Fukushima.

"Your Highness, I am your humble servant, here to see you!" At this moment, the six tomb guards who had arrived late all knelt on one knee in front of Zhu Li.

Zhu Li sat in a corporate boss chair, "Are you here? Tell me."

The six tomb guards looked at each other.

Tang Mi spoke first, and said in a serious tone: "Your Highness, I failed to protect you properly and I will be sentenced to death. Please punish me."

Zhu Li waved his hand: "It's useless to say this now, let's talk about the current situation."

Tang Mi said: "The city we are in now is called Fukushima. It has been blocked and surrounded by the Japanese high-level officials. Most of the blood slaves who went to attack the neighboring city were killed or injured."

Zhu Li frowned, and a chill emanated from his face.

Tang Mi pursed his lips, paused and said: "Our attack has been seriously hindered."

Zhu Li stood up slowly with a playful smile on his face.

He walked to the window, looking down at the city that had turned into a hellish den, his eyes dim, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"According to the speed at which their army is clearing out, it will be difficult for us to spread the blood slaves on a large scale." Tang Feng also said slowly.

Today, the original tomb of King Zhao has been destroyed. If we want to rebuild the tomb, collecting blood spirits is one of the important links.

And one blood spirit requires ten thousand living souls.

Now that they have just entered the world, they must quickly restore their strength.

They knew in the Ming Dynasty that this world is always ruled by strength and fists.

Why can the company speak to them in a nice tone?

Isn’t it because they have the strength?

Otherwise, who would respectfully call them ancestors?
And there are two reasons for doing this.

The first one is to collect blood spirits, because when the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse is buried, blood spirits are needed to be buried with it.

The blood spirits made when King Zhao was buried were those collected from the Mobei battlefield during the Northern Expedition.

Now, there are no nomads to provide them with.

The only people in front of us are these Japanese.

The second reason is that doing so is also a warning to future generations, letting them know not to dig up their ancestors easily, otherwise when the ancestors get angry, the consequences will be very serious. The fate of Japan is a bloody warning.

"Now, Miss Tang, please start setting up the next big formation." Zhu Li turned around, walked to the bookshelf, took out a book, and gave instructions.

Tang Mi nodded: "Yes!"

Zhu Li turned to look at the big guy among the six, and suddenly shook his head and smiled: "Captain Geng, you should not be idle either. We still need you to supervise the front line. By the way, help me catch a few actors to kill time."

(End of this chapter)