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Chapter 35: The Duck King
"Zombie", the protagonist of the story, Xiao Hao, was once a household name. After a series of events, he decided to return to the village and hang himself. Later, he met the Taoist priest Ayou. After that, a series of strange things happened in the village, and there were also twin daughters who were raped by the teacher and committed suicide in the end.

Uncle Dong, a resident of the village, fell to his death. Aunt Mei wanted to revive him, so she sought help from Uncle Jiu, another Taoist priest in the village who was good at using evil magic. However, she did not expect that the so-called revival would actually turn the corpse into a zombie.

In the end, Xiao Hao and A You fought against the zombies together, and everything was over.

But everything may just be an illusion of Xiaohao before his death.

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Since there is no choice, there is no need to choose.

When Tan Wenjie appeared again, a piece of identity information quickly merged into his mind.

"Just an ordinary resident?"

Resident Tan Wenjie lives at 2410. He goes out early and comes back late, and has a strange schedule, but he blends in quite well with the weirdness of the housing estate. It seems that everyone who lives here has a story, and none of them are normal.

There is no other information besides this.

Tan Wenjie appeared in room 2410 at this time.

The room was a mess, with lots of pornographic CDs, a roll of toilet paper on the bedside, sticky paper balls on the floor, and an open bikini magazine.

"I am completely different from my usual self!" Tan Wenjie reached out and picked up the bikini magazine beside him, took a look at it, and pouted his lips. It was boring!

"Try shaking someone first."

He stomped the ground and shook Zhou Cang, but there was no response.

I shook the ancestor again, but there was still no response.

"This is getting more difficult." Tan Wenjie turned his wrist and a machete appeared in his hand. At this point, all he could rely on was this machete and his magic spells.

But it’s hard to say how powerful these magic spells are compared to the zombies and the twin girls.

"If you can't shake the ghosts and gods, then shake the living people."

He first drew his knife and cut a few holes in his clothes. He didn't want to be too unlucky when he went out to investigate. After he had determined the general situation, he could allow himself to be more unlucky as appropriate.

When he left the room, he found that it was cloudy outside.

Glancing at the time, it's only 9:35 in the morning. It should be safer during the day, but the housing estate is like a giant upright coffin. Not to mention that Tan Wenjie knows some tricks, even if he knows nothing at all, he can feel that something is wrong here.

"First take care of the twin girls, then kill that Uncle Nine, then the zombies won't appear anymore, right?"

Uncle Dong died because of Ajiu.

Ajiu raised a ghost who threw Uncle Dong to death, and then deceived the mentally ill Aunt Mei, which eventually led to a disaster.

Solve the zombie problem from the root by yourself. If no one is refining the zombies, it will be absolutely safe. As for the mission that requires me to kill zombies, I can't just ignore the process of refining zombies and harm people, wait for innocent people to be killed one by one, and then wait for zombies to appear before taking action.

It’s better not to do this kind of unscrupulous task.

He felt sick just holding 1300 French francs.

After going downstairs according to his memory, Tan Wenjie saw the food stall, but before he walked over, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of medicine.

He sniffed his nose slightly and found that most of the people walking in front of him had the same smell, and the smell was coming from them.

Tan Wenjie turned around and walked out of the housing estate.

This housing estate seems to be a world of its own. Standing at the door you can only see large stone pillars that look like coffins outside. It doesn't feel like living in a residential area, but rather like living in a cemetery.

"I can't get out, and I don't know what will happen if I provoke something with my unlucky nature. I might be able to leave the village if I find a way to open a few more branches."

For ordinary people, bad luck means getting into a car accident or stepping on dog poop, but in a world with ghosts, bad luck definitely means encountering a ghost.

Tan Wenjie didn't want to wait for 30 days and only earn 1300 magic money in the end, which was not even enough for ten consecutive draws. It would be great if he could earn more.

Turning back to the food stall, he saw a very familiar figure, who looked very similar to Taoist Simu, but was much older.

He was wearing pajamas on the upper body and shorts on the lower body. He crossed his legs and had flip-flops between his toes.

He had never seen anyone who could dress so elegantly. He had been chatting with Taoist Simu the day before, and suddenly seeing someone who looked so similar to him, Tan Wenjie was a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Uncle You lit a cigarette and pushed the cigarette box towards Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie picked up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then touched his pocket. Of course, there was nothing in his pocket.

Ayou laughed, took out a lighter and handed it to Tan Wenjie.

"Thank you, Uncle You." Tan Wenjie thanked him and lit a cigarette, then casually put the lighter into his chest pocket.

The smile on Ayou's face froze.

I was quite happy to find out this guy can smoke, but before I could start talking, a lighter was taken away from him.

"Ajie, if you're not hiding in your room watching pornographic movies, why are you looking for me?"

"2442, let's catch ghosts." Tan Wenjie exhaled a puff of smoke.

He can smoke, but he just doesn't like it. It's not a big deal when his clothes are first stained with smoke, but after a long time, the stench of smoke can easily become disgusting.

The smile on Ah You's face disappeared. "Where did you hear that urban legend? They say you often sit at home and have wild thoughts."

"Uncle You, we are one of us." Tan Wenjie suddenly made hand seals. Although he knew only a few magic spells, he had learned several sets of hand seals for greeting Maoshan Taoist priests.

When you go out, you rely on friends. It is important to know your own people. Shaking God is shaking, and shaking people is also shaking.

Ah You did not respond, but sat quietly.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Where did you learn this? Do you want to act?"

"Yes, someone did contact me some time ago to act in a play, The Corpse-Driving Duck King." Tan Wenjie made up a few words.

He stood up and walked towards the stove, paced back and forth, raised his hand and suddenly urged the flames to swell up. The fierce flames were like a large blanket that suddenly spread out, covering the sky above his head.

Not to mention Ayou, even the others were frightened and screamed.

Even Tan Wenjie himself was frightened and almost had his eyebrows burned. The cigarette in his mouth was taken away by the fire, leaving only the filter.

The others didn't dare to come over, but they tacitly took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Tan Wenjie.

"Ajie, what magic?" someone asked.

"Ghost hunter!" Tan Wenjie patted his clothes and said, "If you encounter a ghost, you can come to me. The price is fair and I will not cheat anyone."

If you want a branch line, here it is.

So what if it's a conspicuous bag? He doesn't care.

"One more, one more!" someone shouted.

Do you think I'm playing tricks on you? Why do you do it again if I say so?
Tan Wenjie walked to Ayou's table and sat down, then reached for Ayou's cigarette in a familiar manner.

"Pa" Ayou raised his hand and slapped his hand, hitting him back.

"Do you still need to find me?" He no longer denied that he knew about catching ghosts.

Ayou uses talismans to catch ghosts and glutinous rice to catch zombies, but he can never be as exaggerated as Tan Wenjie.

This is not catching ghosts at all. Anyone who is touched by such a big ball of fire will be killed.

"Looking to you is a double insurance." Tan Wenjie smacked his lips, complaining about Ah You's stinginess in his heart, and continued, "Those two sisters are very miserable. It's better to just save them so that they can be reincarnated earlier."

Ayou took out a cigarette and when he was about to light it, he remembered that the lighter was in Tan Wenjie's pocket.

Just as she was about to ask for a lighter, she saw Tan Wenjie suddenly stand up: "Auntie Mei, wait for me!"

Ayou couldn't help but almost swore, what ghost hunter, what lighter.

(End of this chapter)