Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Upon hearing the word "small chair," the woman was clearly taken aback, and then burst into tears while holding the child in her arms.

"Go quickly, you should go quickly."

Yu Dahai took out three silver dollars and handed them over, saying in a low voice, "About the little stool, it really wasn't my intention."

"From now on, you and the little chair can live a good life together."

"Mother!" The little chair was terrified and pushed the woman with a sob in its voice.

The latter hesitated before accepting the three silver dollars, then cried even harder. This time, she didn't persist; she rose shakily, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Chu Sheng stood in front of the woman and asked in fluent Japanese-accented Mandarin:

"Tell me, how did he harm your child?"

Upon seeing the Japanese soldiers in military uniform, the woman instinctively trembled and repeatedly apologized while holding her daughter.

"I'm...I'm sorry, sir, it was me, it was my fault."

Chu Sheng had a vague feeling that the woman's son's death was related to the evil cultivation corpse ground, so he pretended to have a ferocious expression and said, "Speak!"

"Sasaki-kun, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding!" Yu Dahai hurriedly stepped forward to explain, trying to cover it up.

"I'm asking you, how did his son die!" Chu Sheng said sternly.

Yu Dahai's body trembled violently, his face turning ashen. Recalling the scene from that day, a wave of blood seemed to surge into his nostrils again. He forced a smile and said:

"This matter concerns Colonel Kujii, so you'd better not ask."

Chu Sheng leaned close to the woman's ear, pointed to Futian Hospital not far away, and asked while watching her expression:

"Your son died there, didn't he?"

The woman paused, glanced at Yu Dahai, and nodded in agreement.

"Alright, you can go now!" Chu Sheng, having received the answer, quickly raised his hand to signal them to leave.

Otherwise, if he attracts the attention of the Japanese patrol, he will be in serious trouble.

"The officer told you to leave, so get out of here now."

Yu Dahai was also unsure of what "life" meant, so he quickly nudged the woman and winked at her.

This time, the woman learned her lesson. She picked up the child named Little Chair, endured the pain, and jogged back along the path she had come from.

"Haha... Chinese women are all so stupid."

Yu Dahai secretly glanced at Chu Sheng, afraid that he would suddenly pull out a pistol and kill the poor mother and daughter, so he kept trying to find topics to divert Chu Sheng's attention.

Fortunately, the other party did not attack, but instead turned to look at the hospital not far away and said:

"Let's go take a look."

"To the hospital?" Yu Dahai asked, puzzled. "Sasaki-kun, what's wrong?"

Chu Sheng feigned mystery:

"I just wanted to see the level of medical care here so I could report back to the generals on the island."

Now that he knew the original owner's identity, Chu Sheng naturally became much bolder, using the original owner's name to promote everything to the island.

"This..." Yu Dahai hesitated for a long time, but dared not refuse.

"What, are you scared?" Chu Sheng asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, no, we'll go right now!"

Yu Dahai quickly went to the other side and opened the car door for Chu Sheng. "Sasaki-kun, please!"

Chu Sheng got back into the car, and the car quickly drove to the hospital entrance.

The exterior of this three-story Western-style building is painted white, with a striking red cross, yet it exudes an indescribable sense of desolation.

Instead of the usual bustling crowds expected at a hospital, there were two armed Japanese guards standing at the entrance.

Yu Dahai parked the car, rushed out to open the door for Chu Sheng, and smiled broadly:

"Sasaki-kun, we've arrived."

Chu Sheng grunted in agreement, his gaze sweeping past the guards before settling on the hospital's tightly closed doors. "Let's go in and take a look."

"Okay, sure!" Yu Dahai hurriedly replied, jogging over to the guard and bowing as he said a few words.

The guards clearly recognized the "liaison officer," and upon seeing Chu Sheng's officer's uniform, they saluted and let him pass.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the lobby was empty. Only a Japanese woman in a nurse's uniform was at the registration desk, her head bowed as she wrote something.

"It's quite quiet here," Chu Sheng said casually.

"Yes, yes," Yu Dahai rubbed his hands together, "There haven't been any battles lately, so there are fewer patients."

"Oh?" Chu Sheng continued walking towards a corridor marked "Treatment Area." "That woman just now said her son..."

"It's a misunderstanding! It's absolutely a misunderstanding!" Yu Dahai's voice rose involuntarily, then he quickly lowered it again. "Her son just had a sudden illness and couldn't be saved... It has nothing to do with me or the hospital!"

Chu Sheng remained noncommittal, walked around the room from the first floor to the third floor, and looked at almost every room.

As a result, nothing was found.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, and it's not this Futian Hospital?"

As he was wondering, he suddenly noticed a locked door not far away, from which a faint chill emanated.

The eerie wind was secondary; the most obvious thing was that an eight-petaled chrysanthemum was carved on one corner of the door.

He was immediately overjoyed—yes, this was the mark of the Nine Chrysanthemums School.

"Sasaki-kun, you can't go there!"

When Yu Dahai saw Chu Sheng looking towards the underground entrance, he was so frightened that he shuddered.

He's someone sent from within the island; if anything happens, Colonel Kujii will definitely not let him off the hook.

"fine."

Chu Sheng didn't care what Yu Dahai thought. Using the lock-picking skills he learned from Yu Chuda, he clicked open the lock and pushed the door open to go downstairs.

The moment the door opened, a familiar stench hit him, making him shudder.

"The stench of a corpse?" He was startled and looked at Yu Dahai with suspicion.

"Sasaki-kun, the morgue is downstairs, let's not go there," Yu Dahai said with difficulty.

"I'm just curious!"

Chu Sheng mustered his courage and continued walking down.

He was confident that he had amulets, Five Thunder Talismans, and a handful of fine glutinous rice, so dealing with one or two zombies shouldn't be a problem.

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, things turn out to be far more complicated than you thought.

Before them was a corridor, at the end of which was a large iron gate, but the key was not the gate, but the dozens of ghostly soldiers floating in the corridor.

They heard someone coming down and turned their heads in unison, their empty eyes devoid of any emotion, making "ha...ha..." sounds.

goooo...

Chu Sheng swallowed hard.

How the hell am I supposed to get in?

The so-called Yin soldiers, also known as altar soldiers, are not the officially appointed ghost messengers of the underworld.

Rather, they are mountain spirits, evil ghosts, and demons subdued by Taoist practitioners, kept in the altar as soldiers to be driven around.

According to his master's notes, he also kept several of them in his family's altar.

"Sasaki-kun, shall we go further in?"

Yu Dahai, with his mortal eyes, couldn't see the ghostly soldiers crowding the corridor, and wanted to persuade them again.

"Shut up! Can't you see that huge iron gate blocking the way? What are you going to do there?!"

Chu Sheng glared at Yu Dahai, pushed him away, and turned to walk back.

"Sasaki-kun, what should we do now?"

Yu Dahai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and habitually chased after him to ask. He only heard Chu Sheng shout impatiently:

"I'm hungry, let's go eat dog meat!"