Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Lin Susu naturally trusted Chu Sheng. Seeing Yang Shaohui slam his fist on the table, she stood up and said:

"Commander Yang, what do you mean? Are you doubting Comrade Chu?"

Feng Zhenguo frowned as well; Yang Shaohui was incredibly rude.

It's one thing to disbelieve Mao Xiaofang, but to question his apprentice in front of so many people is another.

Little Bean took a step forward and shouted bluntly, "I believe in Brother Sheng."

Madanna snorted unhappily, "What do you mean by this, an official? Are you looking for trouble?"

Seeing everyone defending Chu Sheng, Yang Shaohui not only didn't think he was wrong, but became even more assertive.

"His origins are unclear, so I questioned him as usual."

"We can't let someone whose identity is unknown infiltrate our team; wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless for a moment.

Yang Shaohui's statement does seem plausible on the surface.

But he didn't know that Chu Sheng was not from this era and would not fall into the trap of self-proof.

Moreover, he looked down on Mao Xiaofang and spoke arrogantly. Such bureaucratic behavior would be frustrating in any era.

But in this simpler time, it won't work!

Chu Sheng chuckled and said loudly:

"My great-grandfather was a farmer, my grandfather was a farmer, and my father was a farmer—three generations of poor farmers!"

Yang Shaohui was taken aback: "What...do you mean?"

Chu Sheng shrugged and said calmly:

"It doesn't mean anything, I'm just telling you that I'm a farmer's son, and I'm proud of it!"

"You have no right to question where my glutinous rice came from. If you don't believe me, you can give it back!"

Yang Shaohui frowned, wanting to refute.

Chu Sheng spoke again—he had memorized his professors' quotes perfectly, if not for anything else:

"Furthermore, as far as I know, your party has a very good saying: 'Unite all progressive forces that resist Japan and resist all regressive forces that surrender.'"

"By questioning my master's abilities, you are undermining unity and becoming a member of the regressive forces."

"I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'm going to report you!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Shaohui was dumbfounded, and even had a slight illusion that Chu Sheng knew his team better than he did!

His face flushed red and then turned pale. Far from being intimidated, he erupted in anger at being misunderstood:

"I am responsible for the lives of my comrades! They can trust you, but I cannot."

"My sister died of tuberculosis ten years ago after believing in a group of fake Taoist priests."

"I absolutely cannot let them follow in my sister's footsteps!"

After hearing this, no one dared to say anything more.

Even some guerrilla fighters thought it made sense.

Chu Sheng gradually calmed down. Yang Shaohui's suspicions were not entirely unfounded; if he were in his shoes, he would also be wary of people of unknown origin.

But for Chu Sheng to prove his origins was even more difficult than proving that he was Qin Shi Huang.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and began to sing a song at the top of his lungs:

"Arise! Ye who refuse to be slaves..."

As soon as the song started, apart from a few people who perked up, everyone else looked bewildered.

This song wasn't widely sung in this era; it was only known by a few professional groups and people in places like Shanghai.

Fortunately, Yang Shaohui was one of the people in the know.

He got excited and couldn't help but hum along with Chu Sheng.

After the song was finished, Yang Shaohui asked hesitantly, "Comrade Chu, where are you from?"

Chu Sheng said, "The Northeast!"

Yang Shaohui's eyes lit up, but he still probed, "I'm from Nehe! ...How's Old Li with the bald tail doing?"

Chu Sheng was surprised that Yang Shaohui, such a stubborn person, was actually from his hometown, and quickly replied:

"Old Li is still in the river; he hasn't wandered off!"

"Bald-tailed Old Li" is not a person, but refers to a river, also called the Heilongjiang River.

Legend has it that Old Li always wanted to ascend to immortality, and the people in his hometown were afraid that he would really run away. Over time, the villagers often joked about this.

Upon hearing that Chu Sheng could sing that song and knew "Old Li with the Bald Tail," Yang Shaohui's attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree change—

It's impossible for the Japanese spies to know both of these things at the same time.

He grabbed Chu Sheng's hand and said excitedly:

"Comrade Chu, I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly just now!"

Chu Sheng scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed:

"I was too young and spoke poorly. Your suspicion is correct."

Lin Susu and Feng Zhenguo were not surprised to see the two men reconcile so quickly—revolutionary friendships are often this pure.

Ma Danna frowned. She had almost hit Yang Shaohui to teach him a lesson, but if Mao Xiaofang hadn't stopped her, he would probably have made a fool of himself.

"Haha, we became friends after a fight!"

Seeing that Yang Shaohui had dispelled his suspicions about Chu Sheng, Feng Zhenguo did not delay any longer and began to assign tasks:

"Our mission this time is twofold: first, to eliminate the Japanese forces in Gantian Town; and second, to eliminate the Jiuju faction and stop their vicious plan to use the people as sacrifices."

He looked at Mao Xiaofang and then said:

"Master Mao, we have experience fighting the Japanese, we can take them down one by one with a single shot. But where is the Corpse King you mentioned? We have no clue."

Mao Xiaofang said, "It will be in a place where death energy is extremely strong."

Feng Zhenguo blinked. Gantian Town wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small either; it was still a town, and where in a town could you find a place so deathly still?

"It's a hospital!" Chu Sheng reminded him.

"You're really smart, kid!" Feng Zhenguo laughed, quickly unfolding a map of Gantian Town:

"There are two hospitals in the city, one in the south and one in the north. Our soldiers can storm them directly, and then Master Mao can perform a ritual to release the Corpse King."

Mao Xiaofang shook his head: "No, there's not enough time."

"Once the war begins, the evil cultivators of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction will surely awaken the Corpse King to join the battle. The Corpse King will wantonly kill civilians and turn them into zombies, which will only cause more warriors to sacrifice themselves."

Yang Shaohui frowned and asked, "Then what should we do?"

Although he believed Chu Sheng's identity, he was still skeptical of Mao Xiaofang's Taoist arts.

Mao Xiaofang said, "My junior sister and I can enter the city a day earlier to find the Corpse King."

"When the main force attacked Gantian Town, my junior sister and I took action at the same time to eliminate the Corpse King, minimizing casualties."

"This... I'm afraid that won't work?" Feng Zhenguo looked at the two hospitals on the map and said worriedly.

"How can you be sure which hospital the Corpse King is in? What if we expose it prematurely?"

Madanna said nonchalantly, "My senior brother and I will each take charge of one family. At worst, we'll risk our lives and perish together with the evil cultivators."

Looking at Madana's calm and composed demeanor, no one doubted her resolve—her appearance clearly indicated that she had already disregarded life and death.

"Wait a minute..." Lin Susu stepped forward and said.

"What if someone could sneak in, disguise themselves as a Japanese soldier, and gather intelligence?"

Her words immediately opened everyone's minds. Gathering intelligence covertly was always a safer option than a direct assault.

Everyone just looked at each other, and then unconsciously shook their heads.

Feng Zhenguo smiled wryly and stated an embarrassing fact:

"In our team... there isn't a single person who can speak Japanese."