Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Sizzle—!!!"

Chu Sheng stuffed the purest, finest glutinous rice into the corpse's mouth, like throwing a red-hot charcoal into ice water!

A tooth-grinding, violent sound, like meat being fried in hot oil, suddenly erupted from deep within the corpse's throat!

Accompanying it was a thick, black, foul-smelling stench of death, interspersed with specks of dark red sparks.

Splash...

Roar—

The corpse, severely injured, let out a mournful and painful roar.

Its massive body arched backward suddenly, its claws frantically clawing at its own throat and mouth, the nails scraping against the tough skin of the corpse, producing a chilling scraping sound.

"A great opportunity!"

With his extensive combat experience, Mao Xiaofang would never miss such a golden opportunity.

He mustered his inner energy, his right hand forming a sword-like shape as he swiftly drew a blood talisman on his left palm, shouting fiercely:

"Using yang blood as a guide, dispel evil and vanquish malevolent forces! By imperial decree!"

The talisman in his palm, drawn with his own blood essence, suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light.

He stepped forward and, taking advantage of the moment when the corpse was scratching in pain and its chest was wide open, slammed the blood talisman hard against the violently flashing black scale!

This time, there was no strange deflection.

The blood talisman was firmly imprinted on the black scales!

"puff!"

A thick plume of smoke, a mixture of dark red and purplish-black, suddenly rose from the surface of the black scales.

The corpse's screams reached their peak, and its entire body convulsed violently.

The black scale that had been emitting an ominous glow began to develop fine cracks at its edges under the corrosive influence of the blood rune, and its luster quickly turned gray.

"Now!"

With lightning speed, Chu Sheng used his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, to fiercely pry at the cracked black scale.

The moment the fingertips touched, a chilling, piercing, and sinister sensation coursed through the body and up the arm.

"Save it!" His mind raced.

The black scales vanished from his fingertips in an instant, disappearing into a mysterious spatial grid.

Roar--

Just as the black scales detached from its body, the massive body of the corpse suddenly shuddered.

Then, as if its backbone had been removed, its violent aura receded like a tide, the gray-white deathly aura in its eyes quickly dissipated, and the purplish-black patterns around its body broke and disappeared inch by inch.

The burly body withered and decayed at a visible rate, finally collapsing to the ground with a "boom," turning into a rapidly decaying skeleton.

Almost at the same moment that the black scales left the body and the corpses collapsed!

"No! My Corpse King!!!"

Shanghe let out a heart-wrenching scream, his voice filled with unbelievable terror and overwhelming resentment.

He had devoted countless efforts and slaughtered countless lives to refining this Corpse-Clearing General that had fused with the "Holy Scales". Just when he was about to complete it, he failed at the last moment!

Extreme anger and panic caused him to lose his composure, and the black skull artifact he was controlling momentarily stagnated.

"Demon, die!"

How could Madana let such a good opportunity pass by? With a clear shout, the longsword in her hand shone brightly. With a move called "Dragon Soaring to the Nine Heavens", the sword's momentum was like a startled swan, instantly clearing away the thinned ghost miasma and piercing straight into the crane's throat!

In his panic, Shanghe raised the skull to block.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the skull artifact, which had been refined over many years, was pierced through by the longsword, and the green flame in its eye sockets was suddenly extinguished.

The magical artifact backfired, and Shanghe was struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and his aura immediately weakened.

"Teacher!" Hui Ji exclaimed, but a hint of unfathomable madness flashed in her eyes.

With General Qing Shi destroyed and Shang He seriously injured, the situation has been reversed!

"It's alright, I still have a way!" Shanghe refused to admit defeat and picked up the skull on the ground in front of everyone, crunching it down.

"To become a demon with one's own body!"

"Watch out!" Mao Xiaofang shouted a warning upon seeing this.

"knew!"

Madana lowered her longsword, her eyes sharpening even more. She immediately bit her finger, her hands rapidly forming hand seals:

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian; Ma Family Divine Dragon, vanquish evil!"

Roar--

A dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth, and a golden dragon emerged from Madana's body, its eyes fixed on Shanghe. Then it roared and pounced, biting the crane in one bite!

"Hehehe..." Shanghe has not yet fully transformed into a demon, so how could he be a match for the Ma family's divine dragon?

As the dragon's teeth embedded themselves in his neck, black blood gushed out like a fountain.

"He's definitely dead this time!"

Chu Sheng suppressed his shock at seeing the dragon for the first time and glanced at the remaining return time in his mind—two minutes left.

He was about to say goodbye to Mao Xiaofang when he heard a "pfft" sound!

A slender hand grasped Shanghe's heart and emerged from his chest.

This startled everyone.

"Hui Ji!" Chu Sheng's eyes widened in disbelief—this woman actually betrayed her teacher?

"Ki...hime?" Kazutsuku was equally shocked, finding it hard to believe that his most trusted disciple would betray him.

"Haha..." Hui Ji laughed wildly, suddenly pulled her hand out of the teacher's body, and swallowed the heart in front of everyone!

"Foolish lackeys, thank you for helping me obtain the teacher's heart."

"The formation I set up has finally worked."

"From this day forward, I will become the most powerful Onmyoji of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she glared at Chu Sheng with venomous eyes.

As soon as she finished speaking, she glared at Chu Sheng with venomous eyes.

He bit his tongue sharply, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto a purple talisman he had somehow managed to hold in his hand.

Bass number.

The talisman burst into flames, exploding into a thick cloud of purplish-black smoke that instantly enveloped her and the heavily injured Shang He.

"Trying to leave?" Mao Xiaofang mustered his magical power and slapped the smoke with his palm.

The palm strike was fierce, but it only scattered a fleeting afterimage.

The purplish-black smoke suddenly dissipated, leaving only a twisted paper figure dressed in a kimono, which then spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.

Hui Ji had completely vanished from our senses, leaving only the lingering echoes of her madness and venom in the wind:

"Mao Xiaofang, Sasaki... you can stay here and be buried with your teacher!"

"Hahaha……"

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"The Nine Chrysanthemums School's escape techniques are indeed mysterious." Madana sheathed her sword, her expression slightly cold.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head and did not pursue. His face was pale; the series of high-intensity battles just now, especially the final use of the essence blood talisman and the fight against the corpse energy, had taken a heavy toll.

Neither of them paid any more attention to Hui Ji. Their objective of slaying the Qing corpses and eliminating the demon cultivators had been achieved.

"Master, this herb!"

Chu Sheng took out the spiritual herb that was growing on the head of the corpse and handed it to Mao Xiaofang.

"This is a pure yang spiritual herb. If taken directly or refined into pills, it can increase one's cultivation by more than ten years." Just as Mao Xiaofang was about to take it, he suddenly heard a faint hissing sound.

Just then, Madonna suddenly shouted, "Oh no, there's a bomb!"

The three of them looked down at the ground at the same time—a sparking fuse was burning rapidly, its end disappearing beneath the pile of corpses.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the place was filled with a dense array of detonators!

"It's too late to stop it, let's go!" Mao Xiaofang reacted quickly, grabbing Chu Sheng and rushing towards the large iron gate.

Madana reacted just as quickly, setting off almost the instant Mao Xiaofang spoke.

However, the fuse burned extremely quickly, and even if the three rushed out of the iron gate, the shockwave from the explosion was enough to annihilate the entire corridor!

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Chu Sheng looked at the ten-second countdown in his mind, gritted his teeth, and shoved Mao Xiaofang and Ma Danna out of the iron gate.

He immediately turned around and slammed the iron gate shut, quickly securing the bolt with the chain, and shouted with all his might:

"Master, you must leave quickly! If I survive... I will come back to find you!"

"Come out here!" Mao Xiaofang froze outside the iron gate, actually trying to rush in and pull Chu Sheng out.

"Senior Brother Mao, let's go!" Fortunately, Ma Dana was still somewhat conscious. She grabbed Mao Xiaofang and ran wildly towards the end of the corridor.

Time is counting down like crazy!

Just when they were only ten steps away from the stairwell—

boom!!!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted.

The iron gate behind him turned red and swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, it transformed into a phantom in the terrifying heat, exploding like a cannonball, and the intense shockwave swept towards the end of the corridor!

Boom...

With half of Futian Hospital collapsing, the guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army completely captured Gantian Town.

Xiao Douzi and Feng Zhenguo were overjoyed to find Mao Xiaofang and Ma Danna crawling out of the rubble.

"Excellent, Master Mao, Miss Ma! Now, if we take Mancheng, we'll have completely occupied Gantian Town!"

Mao Xiaofang seemed not to hear Feng Zhenguo's words, staring blankly at the ruins, tears streaming down her face, muttering to herself:

"Foolish disciple... if anyone should die, it should be me, their master, first..."

He knew in his heart that if Chu Sheng hadn't locked the iron gate and blocked some of the explosion's power, he and Madana wouldn't have had time to escape.

Madana walked to his side and said softly but firmly:

"Brother Mao, things are in complete chaos down below."

"How about... we summon back Chu Sheng's soul and enshrine it as an altar weapon? I am willing to transfer a wisp of dragon energy to him to aid his cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Mao Xiaofang's eyes lit up—the Ma family's divine dragon had been nurtured for a thousand years, and to be able to obtain a wisp of dragon energy was an immense stroke of luck.

He nodded emphatically: "Alright, then I'll transfer another lightning spell to him!"

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