The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 811 Dirty soil
The meaning of existence is existence itself, and life itself is meaning.

A blue light enveloped the surroundings, and the air was thick with the smell of barbecue. Smoke billowed from the streets, and the men who had been so aggressive just moments before now lay on the ground, crying for their parents.

Qi Meng raised his musket, aimed at the Paper Fan Master, and fired another shot.

The blue flame burned again.

Zhu Youjian looked at the mess before him and said with lingering fear:
"Burned to death?"

"uncertain."

The elegant young man holding the paper fan completely turned into a blue fireball, burning fiercely in front of the three people.

There was a crackling sound of bones breaking, as if someone's muscles and bones were being pulled out.

"I recall the heartwarming scene of me following Nezha to the East China Sea and helping the Third Prince loosen his bones."

"Have you been to the Conferred Gods dimension?" Zhu Youjian, still trembling with fear, said, "Aren't you afraid of the Senate's punishment for killing innocent people like this?"

Qi Meng curled his lips, calmly loaded ammunition into the musket, and rubbed the barrel with the energy block.

"Didn't I just say that? They're not human. According to the first law of the Eastern World, anyone who threatens human survival, whether it's a robot, a clone, or a digital lifeform, can be killed. When Mr. Huai killed Yuan Chonghuan and Chen Xinjia, he was swift and resolute, showing no mercy. What's going on now?"

Zhu Youjian shook his head and wiped off the flesh that had splattered on his body: "I'm a little uncomfortable. This scene is too bloody..."

"Where have we gone so far?" Qi Meng lit a cigar and put it in his mouth. "When I was in Shenyang, zombies surrounded the city. Dorgon led the Eight Banners zombies to attack in wave after wave. We used rifles to shoot at live targets. In the end, the Hunhe River below the city was filled with zombies. People could just step on the corpses to cross the river. A general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of people. If we want to destroy the Vine Company, many people will have to die. This time we came to Fuzhou to do only three things: one, to eliminate the tyrant; two, to collect..."

Before Er could finish, Qi Meng suddenly stopped.

The blue fireball wrapped around the corpse in front of him suddenly went out.

The body on the ground, which had been burned beyond recognition, stood up.

As the three people stared in astonishment, the Paper Fan Young Master waved his hand to extinguish the flames on his body, and his body swelled up like a balloon, his height suddenly increasing by half a meter.

"He...he...how come he is alive again!"

Zhu Youjian subconsciously hid behind Qi Meng.

"You've come just in time, to save us from having to look for you. Die, tyrant!"

Qi Meng roared and raised his gun to shoot, but Shen Lian had already rushed to the front and slashed with his sword. The Embroidered Spring Sword hit the zombie's bronze skin - or armor - and the zombie's body did not move at all, and a burst of dazzling sparks splashed from its body.

"Shen Lian!"

Qi Meng shouted, and a zombie more than ten feet tall rushed towards him like a wall, and punched Shen Lian in the chest without saying a word. Shen Lian retreated repeatedly and was about to raise his knife to block, but with a bang, he was knocked back more than ten meters with the knife and fell on the stone steps in front of the shop.

Qi Meng glanced at the pale Zhu Youjian, then looked at the zombie soldiers surrounding him, and handed a pistol to Uncle Huai:
"Protect him and leave here first."

"Then what will you do?" Zhu Youjian lowered his head, not daring to look at the tyrant zombies that were as big as a hill.

"I'll kill him and then come find you."

"it is good."

Zhu Youjian lifted up his skirt and fled the battlefield without looking back.

Qi Meng watched Zhu Youjian go away, then looked back at the still-growing tyrant and asked curiously:
"Is this your ultimate form?"

The tyrant's robe had been engulfed in flames, and he carried a chain as thick as a bowl on his shoulders. The chain crossed his back, tightly binding his body to limit his further growth.

"What do you usually eat? Aren't you afraid of starving to death?"

Qi Meng stood ten meters away from the tyrant, like an old friend reuniting, chatting enthusiastically while adding energy blocks to the musket.

Seeing the tyrant standing there motionless, Qi Meng had no choice but to continue: "What? Don't you understand Chinese?" "Are you the only monster?"

"How long did you stay in Fuzhou?"

“Are you hungry?”

Qi Meng babbled for a while, and when he saw that the zombies remained indifferent and just stared at him, he was about to switch to French when the tyrant in the distance finally spoke:

"Before I became like this, I was a student in Fuzhou Prefecture. My surname was Huang, and my courtesy name was Tianxing. I studied hard for ten years and was about to go to Beijing to take the imperial examination. I wanted to bring honor to my family after passing. But you instigated the young emperor to abolish the imperial examination, cutting off our Huang family's escape route! I will never forgive you... Later, Tengman Company gave us a way to survive and gave me a new name. I am Hanba... "

Qi Meng chuckled. "Hanba? The Hanba from mythology? As far as I know, this creature only appears during the mythical drought season. What's going on? Is the Tengman Company short of water right now?"

Before Qi Meng could finish his question, Hanba had teleported to his side and punched him without saying a word. The automatic armor reacted in time, and the fist as big as his face hit the helmet with a dull thud. Qi Meng's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

"Even heavy fire, missiles, and anti-tank guns can't hurt us. We are immortal, more powerful than gods! Ivy said she wanted to capture you alive, otherwise you would have died just now."

"More powerful than gods? So, you are one of the main quests?"

Huang Tianxing didn't say anything, just gasping for breath.

Qi Meng scratched the back of his head.

"Hanba is Hanba, and Tyrant is Tyrant. Adaptation is not nonsense. This naming is wrong. I want to kill Tyrant, not Hanba. Let me take my things, you go your way, I will leave Eastern World soon..."

The drought zombie stopped where it was and waved at Qi Meng.

"catch him."

A group of zombies howled and rushed forward.

Qi Meng shook his head and pulled the trigger.

The zombies who were so full of morale just now suddenly fell down in a large group as if they were hit by hail. Before they could stand up, they were swallowed by the blue fireball.

These ordinary zombies are not as thick-skinned and tough as the drought demon. After being hit, they will be burned and turned into dust.

Qi Meng reached out to catch a piece of falling dust and sniffed it carefully in front of his nose.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. You bring nothing with you when you are born, and you take nothing with you when you die. I will spare your life today, and do not come here to die again."

The Hanba zombie suddenly accelerated and hit Qi Meng's chin with a left hook. Qi Meng raised his fist to fight back, but the mechanical arm tightly grasped the zombie's arm and flipped over behind Hanba.

Hanba turned around quickly, followed by a right fist, which then hovered in the air before landing on Qi Meng.

A freshly loaded musket was pressed against the zombie's neck, and a light blue light emanated from the muzzle.

"Energy block?" Hanba's eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

"Yes." Qi Meng boasted, "This thing, one eighth of it can turn Huang Taiji into a roast suckling pig. Guess how much I prepared for you?"

The drought demon opened its bloody mouth.

"One piece, a whole piece."

"Huang Tianxing..."

Hanba swung his fist hard, trying to smash Qi Meng into a pulp.

Qi Meng pulled the trigger.

"In the next life, be a good person."

(End of this chapter)