Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Mao Xiaofang knew that Chu Sheng understood animal language, and that bringing it along would be convenient, so she didn't object: "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng walked to the cage, squatted down, and squeaked twice.

The weasel also responded with a "squeak".

Then, Chu Sheng opened the cage and released the wind-sniffing weasel, letting it climb onto his shoulder.

"Junior brother, what did you say to it?" Yu Chuda asked curiously.

"I said I'd treat Weasel to pheasant, and it agreed," Chu Sheng said with a smile.

"My goodness, junior brother, you actually understand animal language." Yu Chuda pouted, his face full of jealousy. "I'm so envious."

"Haha, senior brother, don't envy me. To be honest, you're quite capable too, and I'm quite envious of you as well," Chu Sheng laughed.

"Really?" Seeing that Chu Sheng didn't seem to be joking, Yu Chuda couldn't help but ask curiously, "Junior brother, what do you think I'm capable of?"

"A sun...moth!"

Chu Sheng silently recited a sentence in his heart, and without explaining anything to Yu Chuda, he pulled him out of the ancestral hall and went straight to find Xiaodouzi.

This kid knows the mountains well; he knows where to find pheasants and black dogs.

More importantly, he still had 28 bullets left in his pocket, so he needed to borrow a gun from this kid.

"Catch pheasants? Great! Perfect for giving our captain a boost!"

"Let's go."

Chu Sheng hurriedly grabbed Xiao Douzi, who had darted far away, and said, "Give me my gun, I want to practice with it."

"This..." Xiaodouzi looked troubled. "Brother Sheng, you left your gun with Sister Susu. How about we practice next time?"

Chu Sheng shook his head. He only had four days left to complete his mission and return to his original world. He didn't have time to practice his shooting skills.

"That won't do... I'm going to Gantian Town in a few days. If I don't know how to shoot, how am I supposed to fight the Japanese?"

Little Bean pouted and said helplessly, "Fine, I'll lend you my gun later. But we have a deal, you have to use your own bullets. I only have... four bullets on me."

Upon hearing that Xiaodouzi only had four bullets, Chu Sheng couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, you're really poor, you don't even have as many as me."

Seeing Chu Sheng's face flushed with laughter, Xiao Douzi frowned, disbelievingly saying, "I don't believe you. Brother Sheng, how many bullets do you have?"

Chu Sheng pulled out more than twenty bullets he had taken from the Japanese soldiers from his pocket and spread them on the table: "Exactly twenty-eight, no more, no less."

Little Bean gasped, "Brother Sheng, where did you get so many bullets?"

Before Chu Sheng could answer, he added, "Brother Sheng, can you lend me five coins? It's not free; consider it a loan!"

Chu Sheng chuckled: "Alright, borrow five, return eight. Even brothers should keep clear accounts."

Yu Chuda clicked his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens, junior brother, your interest rates are even more outrageous than the money lenders in town!"

Chu Sheng glanced at Yu Chuda, then said to Xiao Douzi, "What are you afraid of? We'll attack Gantian Town in a couple of days, kill a few Japanese devils, and that'll settle things, won't it?"

Little Bean knew Chu Sheng was trying to provoke him, but after stamping his foot, he still agreed: "Fine, eight shots it is, I'll borrow them."

……

Meanwhile, in Gantian Town.

Kuji led a group of Japanese soldiers to Fukuda Hospital, the largest hospital in the city.

"Colonel Kujii, what are we doing here?"

Yu Dahai, known as "Gantian Town's Number One Traitor," looked up at the hospital sign and asked curiously, "Are you sick?"

Jiujing glanced sideways at Yu Dahai: "I asked you to find three men born in the year, month, day, and hour of Yang (positive energy). Have you found them?"

Yu Dahai boasted, "We found them! We found them! I went through a lot of trouble to find them, and they're right outside now."

Kujiro nodded in satisfaction: "Yu-san, you did a great job. Go and bring them here. I want them to see the latest research results of the Great Japanese Empire."

Yu Dahai's heart skipped a beat. He saw a hint of madness in Jiu Jing's eyes, but dared not say anything, only whispering a reminder:

"Colonel, they want nine silver dollars as payment, what do you think..."

Jiujing grasped Yu Dahai's shoulders with both hands and said sincerely:

"Hehe, Mr. Yu, paying wages is a matter of course. Tell them to cooperate well, and there will be plenty of money."

Yu Dahai smiled in agreement: "It's good that I get paid, that's good."

After saying that, he went out to invite the three men of the Yang hour to come in, only to find that there was an extra boy of thirteen or fourteen years old in the group.

Yu Dahai said with dissatisfaction, "Little Stool, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you stay home and take care of your mother?"

Xiao Dengzi smiled ingratiatingly, "Uncle Yu, I was also born in a year, month, day, and hour of the Yang principle. Please, for the sake of our old neighborhood, count me in. My mother and sister haven't eaten a single grain of rice for three days; they're starving."

Yu Dahai frowned: "This is troublesome... But don't say anything out of line later, understand?"

The little stool immediately broke into a smile and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't say another word."

Yu Dahai grunted in agreement and beckoned the other three to enter the hospital. Then, led by the Japanese soldiers, the group went down to the basement and headed towards the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door. Jiujing gestured to the guards to open the door.

The iron gate slowly opened, and a pungent smell of blood wafted out.

"Ugh—" The little boy couldn't stand the shock and started dry heaving.

"Useless thing."

Yu Dahai spat and looked inside—the iron gate was covered with blood talismans, and in the very center was a blood coffin with a small grass with sword-shaped water patterns growing on top of it.

"Kuji, did you bring the Yang Shi Man I asked for?"

At that moment, a man dressed in strange hunting clothes and with a face as pale as paper slowly emerged from the shadows behind the coffin.

He carried a string of dark red prayer beads in his hand, and every step he took was silent, except for the soft but unsettling "tap, tap" sound when the beads collided with each other.

Kuji immediately bowed respectfully: "Master Shanghe, the people you requested have been brought, three in total... oh no, four."

Shang He narrowed his eyes, scanning the four Yang Shi men, and suddenly revealed a ruthless look: "Dig out their hearts and pour their heart blood onto the Pure Yang Spirit Herb."

The four men, born in the year of Yangshi, were immediately terrified and knelt down to beg for mercy:

"Spare me, sir, spare me!" she cried, clinging to Yu Dahai's leg, hoping he would say something kind.

"Get lost!" When Yu Dahai saw Jiujing draw the "Thousand-Man Slayer" sword, the murderous excitement in his eyes sent chills down his spine and made his heart pound like a drum.

His body's instincts made him push everyone away, step aside, and press his back tightly against the wall.

The next moment, a wail and a maniacal laugh erupted from behind the iron gate:

"With the four yang energies in harmony, the Corpse King will be born, and with the addition of pure yang spiritual herbs... the Corpse King I, Shanghe, have crafted will have no weaknesses whatsoever!"

"What Mao Xiaofang, what Daoist successor? Sooner or later... my Nine Chrysanthemums Sect will slaughter all Daoists in China!"

"Destroy their foundation, so they will never have a chance to rise again!"

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!"