Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Chu Sheng stared at the word "glutinous rice" on his phone screen for two seconds, stunned.

"The zombie Taoist priest... glutinous rice..." He suddenly jumped up from the bed. "That's right! That's how it's portrayed in the movies! Glutinous rice cures zombies!"

He glanced at the countdown on his phone—2 hours, 58 minutes, and 28 seconds.

time is limited.

Chu Sheng quickly put on his clothes, grabbed his phone, and rushed outside.

He rented an apartment in an old neighborhood, and there was a small supermarket downstairs.

"Boss, glutinous rice! As much as you want!" Chu Sheng rushed into the supermarket, panting.

The supermarket owner, a leisurely old man, adjusted his reading glasses and said, "Young man, are you making sticky rice? Why the rush?"

"Yes, yes, it's extremely urgent, a matter of life and death!"

As Chu Sheng spoke, he took action himself, carrying all five remaining bags of high-quality glutinous rice from the shelf to the checkout counter.

"One hundred and fifty in total."

Chu Sheng was taken aback: "Sir, are you robbing me?"

The old man rolled his eyes at Chu Sheng. "This is specially supplied glutinous rice with extremely high purity. Young man, just eat it all without making a sound."

Chu Sheng was speechless. He paid the money, picked up the five bags of glutinous rice, and ran back to his rented room as fast as he could.

He closed the door and tried silently chanting to a bag of glutinous rice, "Store it in my space."

Swah——

The glutinous rice disappeared from his hand and appeared in the first compartment of his mind.

A line of small print appeared above the grid: "300g/600g".

"One bag is 300g, two bags are 600g, the weight is just right."

Chu Sheng was overjoyed and put the remaining 4 bags of glutinous rice into his spatial storage, leaving 300g.

"Is there anything else we can prepare..."

Chu Sheng looked around his shabby rented room, his gaze finally settling on the multi-functional fruit knife on the table.

That was the bottle opener he used last time, the one he usually uses to open beer bottles.

"Take it with you, you never know when it might come in handy."

He tucked the fruit knife into the last compartment, filling all three compartments completely.

I glanced at the countdown again and saw that there were still 02:15:33 left.

"What else can we do?"

He sat down, forced himself to calm down, turned on his computer, and quickly searched for information related to "The Zombie Master".

Even though I know it might not be of much use, it's still better than just waiting around.

The information that popped up on the webpage was similar to what he remembered:

Mao Xiaofang, a Taoist priest from Maoshan, from Gantian Town, Fuxi Hall... specializes in treating all kinds of zombies and evil spirits.

"As expected, only the protagonist is worthy to be my master, Chu Sheng." Chu Sheng muttered to himself. He wanted to become a disciple for the sake of the mission.

Countdown 01:59:59.

The phone suddenly rang; it was Fang Qian again.

Chu Sheng hung up immediately and then blocked all her contact methods.

He understands women who sell their bodies to climb the social ladder, but he also finds them disgusting.

The only pity is that he can't experience the pleasure behind this disgust.

Countdown 00:05:00.

"Come on, my new life."

Chu Sheng was filled with anticipation. If this succeeded, his future would be... a monthly salary of 12,000!

Countdown 00:00:10.

Chu Sheng straightened up, his heart pounding.

00:00:03

00:00:02

00:00:01

Instantly, a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him, and Chu Sheng felt as if his body had lost gravity.

Looking down, he saw a huge black hole beneath him swallowing him whole. Everything went black, as if he had fallen into an eternal world.

......

The blinding sunlight made Chu Sheng unable to open his eyes.

However, he soon found himself lying on a grassy field.

After getting used to it for a while.

Chu Sheng stood up, looked around, and felt a surge of joy.

In the distance lies a town with a distinctly Republican-era style, featuring blue tiles, white walls, and wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.

At the entrance to the town's city wall stands a memorial archway with the three large characters "Gantian Town" on it.

"I really time-traveled..."

Chu Sheng took a deep breath. The air was completely free of modern industrial pollution, so fresh that he felt a little uncomfortable.

My brain seemed to become more agile at that moment.

I checked the storage space and found that all three items were safe and sound and could be retrieved at any time.

This put his mind at ease a little.

Tiandao Media Company is quite amazing.

However, since Douyin (TikTok) came along, it's not surprising that he can easily time travel, except for the King of Hell.

Heading towards the town.

The number of people along the road increased.

Chu Sheng noticed that the pedestrians on the street were dressed in the style of the Republic of China era.

The men mostly wore long gowns or short coarse cloth jackets, while the women wore cheongsams or padded jackets. Their faces were expressionless and lifeless.

On the contrary, the gazes directed at him were all surprisingly full of curiosity.

Occasionally, a few girls would secretly point and whisper about him.

"My dad always said that if I were as handsome as him, I would attract girls. It seems he wasn't lying to me."

Chu Sheng glanced down at his fake swoosh jeans, which he had bought for 200 yuan, and his 50-yuan jeans, and felt a little smug.

They walked a few more steps happily, just as they were about to enter the city.

He stood frozen in place.

Because, in front of the city gate, there were actually several soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms, hats with tassels, and sanitary napkins sewn in between.

A Japanese soldier, carrying a Type 38 rifle, casually smoked a cigarette.

"Little Baka?" Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed to himself, "How could there be a living Little Baka in 'The Zombie Taoist Priest'?"

Could it be that this "Taoist World" is not the same as that "Taoist World"?

He instinctively grabbed the wrist of a woman next to him and asked urgently, "Miss, what year is it now?"

The woman was dressed in a floral print dress, her head covered, and she was carrying a basket; she looked exactly like a pretty girl from a TV drama.

Her body visibly trembled when Chu Sheng grabbed her like that.

Just then, a few people not far away frowned and subconsciously moved closer.

"Big sister, I'm just asking, what year is it now? Don't be afraid." Seeing that she was very hostile, Chu Sheng immediately emphasized again.

March 8, 1945.

After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at the others, ignored Chu Sheng, and strode towards the city gate.

"It's alright, we just arrived a little over a month early. These little bastards are leaving soon."

Chu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, he was confident that he could stay here for seven days to complete the mission.

But... where can I find Mao Xiaofang to become his apprentice?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously chased after the woman, wanting to get closer to her and find out some information:

"Thank you, young lady. You're from around here too, right?"

Just when they were about to catch up with the other person.

Unexpectedly, the woman took two quick steps toward the guard, Little Baka.

He pulled a Mauser pistol from the vegetable basket and fired two shots at the Japanese soldiers there.

One Japanese soldier was killed.

Instantly, several men and women around him pulled out pistols and fired at Xiao Baga, followed by gunfire from the city.

"Baka! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The little bastards were quite experienced and quickly organized a counterattack, suppressing the women's firepower in the blink of an eye.

"Big sister, you should have said so earlier if you were going to shoot."

Chu Sheng was so angry he wanted to curse his mother. He turned around and ran into the nearby mountains.

At that moment, he was as if he had been possessed by the spirit of his second year of high school, his physical strength increased dramatically, and he jumped left and right, getting rid of the battlefield behind him in just a few minutes.

"Damn it...you bastard, we're about to surrender, why are you still making such a fuss?"

He ran and cursed, and had just taken shelter behind a rock to rest when he hadn't even had time to feel relieved that he had escaped.

Another burst of gunfire followed.

Chu Sheng's heart tightened, and he cautiously peered out from the crack in the rock.

The "pretty girl" who had fired the shot earlier had now lost the hood covering her head, revealing a young but pale face.

They actually hid behind a tree not far away and laid an ambush.

When Chu Sheng saw this scene, he felt his heart jump into his throat. This woman was incredibly bold.

At a time like this, how dare you play like this?

Seeing three little rascals catching up and searching the place where the woman was hiding, the two sides were only a meter apart.

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth; he absolutely could not watch the anti-Japanese hero die here. He suddenly stood up and shouted,

"Hey, little bastard, your dad's here."

The three little bastards were startled and instinctively looked at Chu Sheng, raising their guns to shoot him.

No sooner said than done.

At that critical moment, Lin Susu darted out from behind the tree like a cheetah! Her body aimed precisely the instant she leaped out—"Bang! Bang!"

Two rapid gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, accurately piercing the backs of two Japanese soldiers.

The two yellow figures trembled violently and fell forward without uttering a sound.

Just as she aimed her gun at the last little bastard.

"Click!"

The turtle box is stuck.

The last little bastard's face instantly went from horror to ferocity. He didn't even have time to aim carefully; almost instinctively, he raised his gun and fired.

"Bang!"

The scorching bullet tore through the air and pierced Lin Susu's right arm, which was holding the gun.

The immense impact caused her to stagger backward, and a spurt of blood gushed from her wound, the warm, viscous liquid instantly soaking her sleeve.

The excruciating pain made her groan, and her arm swung uncontrollably behind her, causing the cumbersome toy gun to fly out of her hand.

With his other hand, he swiftly grabbed the Japanese soldier's weapon and kicked the little bastard in the knee.

Immediately, he turned around quickly, pulled a small knife from his waist, and hurled it at Little Baka.

With a sharp "plop," the knife pierced the little bastard's throat with perfect precision, sending him to his death.

"Holy crap? Kung Fu?"

Chu Sheng had just pulled out a fruit knife, ready to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Stunned by what he saw, he silently exclaimed twice in his heart, "Heroine, you are mighty!"

"Who are you…"

The woman looked cautiously at Chu Sheng, and was about to ask him about his identity when...

The last little bastard to die suddenly sat up.

His eyes turned white, his fangs grew longer, and he opened his mouth and bit the woman's arm hard.

"evil Dead?"

Chu Sheng finally felt a familiar sensation. His eyes lit up, and he excitedly pulled out a handful of glutinous rice, leaped forward, and roared:

"Girl, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

As he spoke, he pressed the glutinous rice hard onto the little bastard's face, and it hissed and burned out a plume of black smoke, killing it completely.