Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Time passed while we waited.

They waited from morning till night, except for one time when someone brought them food, until the sun went down.

The door to the side room was pushed open again with a bang. The butler who had been there earlier stood at the door, his face even more unpleasant than the night before, with dark circles under his eyes.

Two armed guards stood behind him.

"Get up, all of you!" the butler said in a hoarse voice. "The general wants to see you."

The people who had been lying haphazardly on the ground gradually got up, their expressions varying: some were nervous, some were bewildered, and a few were calm and collected.

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda exchanged a glance, then got up and followed.

The group was led out of the courtyard, through several corridors, and into a more spacious hall.

The interior was furnished in an antique style, but the atmosphere was oppressive at the moment.

Seated in the main seat was a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, with a broad forehead, a square jaw, wearing a military uniform, and of robust build.

He was holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, his face was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and he looked haggard as if he had not slept for days.

After his gaze slowly swept over the crowd below, he said in a hoarse voice, "Masters, you must have heard about my daughter's matter."

The hall was silent, save for a few old Taoist priests who exchanged glances and nodded.

"We are aware of General Zhang's matter."

General Zhang said, "I have already invited two groups of people, but both returned empty-handed. Tonight... I can only trouble you all."

"If anyone can solve my problem, everyone except the person who has done the most work will receive 20 silver dollars."

After General Zhang finished speaking, everyone showed a look of joy.

A day's work can earn you 20 silver dollars.

In these chaotic times of war, it was definitely a windfall.

"General... could you please let this old man leave?" Just as everyone was getting excited, the old man in the long robe, who was also a fortune teller, refused.

"This old man still has things to do at home and wishes to leave."

General Zhang was about to get up when he heard his words, his brows furrowed slightly, startling the old man who trembled and quickly explained:

"General, you are wise. I am incompetent and have not made any contribution. I dare not accept the reward of 20 silver dollars."

"What do you mean?" General Zhang asked coldly, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"This old man...only knows a little bit of divination, truly...truly cannot relieve the general's worries," the old man said fearfully.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Chu Sheng frowned secretly and activated his Qi Observation Technique.

With the blessing of discerning eyes.

He could clearly see a deathly aura rising from the old man's brow.

wrong…

It wasn't just the old man who felt lifeless.

Most of these people had a hidden aura of death in their foreheads.

"Junior brother, it seems this matter is not simple." Yu Chuda also noticed the problem and frowned.

Chu Sheng nodded; this setup seemed quite impressive.

Snapped--

Before General Zhang could speak, the adjutant beside him pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the old man's temple.

"You bastard, the general is giving you face by inviting you here."

"You think you can just leave without getting the job done?"

"court death!"

"Click—"

Wang's adjutant's voice was so clear in the deathly silent hall that it was chilling.

The old man in the long gown trembled violently.

Large beads of sweat streamed down his sallow forehead. His eyes were tightly closed, and his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Lieutenant Wang," General Zhang finally spoke from the main seat, his voice still hoarse but carrying an undeniable weariness, "put the gun away."

"General, this old bastard..." Lieutenant Wang said unwillingly.

"I'll take it." General Zhang paused, his fingers still fiddling with the prayer beads, without even lifting his eyelids.

Only then did Lieutenant Wang reluctantly put down his gun and glare fiercely at the old man.

The old man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, no longer daring to mention leaving.

General Zhang withdrew his gaze from the old man, stood up, and softened his tone:

"If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. If you do not wish to leave, please do your utmost to save my daughter's life."

Zhang Tiehu thanked him again.

Zhang Tiehu?

Chu Sheng's expression changed, and he looked at Yu Chuda in surprise: "He is the Iron-Blooded General, Zhang Tiehu?"

Lieutenant Wang said proudly, "That's right, my general is Zhang Tiehu, who commanded the Battle of Shanghai."

Yu Chuda was taken aback when he saw this. He had been hiding in the mountains for so many years and did not know the specifics of the war.

She whispered in Chu Sheng's ear, "Junior brother, is he very famous?"

Chu Sheng nodded solemnly and whispered three words: "A great hero!"

Upon hearing Chu Sheng's words, Zhang Tiehu gave a bitter smile: "A general who has suffered a hundred defeats is not worthy of being called brave."

Chu Sheng remained silent.

As someone from a later generation, he knew clearly that the battles of this period were due not only to weaponry but also to human factors.

The lack of popular support among the Nationalist army was also a significant factor in its defeat.

Just then, the butler from before suddenly rushed in, shouting, "General, something terrible has happened! Miss... has gone mad again!"

Before he could finish speaking, a tightly closed door on the left side of the second floor was suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, as if something had violently knocked it open.

Instantly, a fishy smell hit us.

The world in Chu Sheng's eyes suddenly changed.

With discerning eyes.

Suddenly, a river of blood appeared on the ground inside the door, winding down the stairs and openwork railings, cascading straight to the first floor.

"How fierce!" Yu Chuda's expression changed slightly, showing surprise.

"A bloody aura, a vengeful ghost demanding a life."

The previously limp old man was now deathly pale, pointing at the crack in the door, his teeth chattering:

"I knew I would suffer this fate."

His shout immediately stirred up the already bewildered crowd.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Then a strange, panting sound, as if sandpaper had been rubbed against the throat, came from the darkness inside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a girl wearing a plain white nightgown, with long hair and bare feet, appeared unsteadily at the door.

She was a young and beautiful girl, but at this moment, her face lacked any serenity of a refined lady; instead, it was a pale gray.

Her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared intently at the people downstairs.

The strangest thing is her mouth.

His mouth stretched out to the sides in an inhuman arc, almost reaching his ears, giving him an eerie smile.

"Nannan!" Zhang Tiehu suddenly stood up, trying to wake her up.

"A ghost has possessed you?" Everyone was startled and instinctively shouted.

The possessed "Miss Zhang" did not respond to the crowd's calls.

Her gaze slowly swept over the group of Xuanmen practitioners below the hall, and a strange "giggle" escaped her lips.

"I want you all... to die!"

As she spoke, she took a step, but suddenly lost her momentum and floated down from the railing.

She then lunged at the fat monk who was closest to her.

"Don't…"

The fat monk had never seen anything like this before, and instinctively grabbed the Buddhist beads from his chest and threw them at the young lady.

But Ms. Zhang was too fast.

With a flick of her pale hand, her five long, black fingernails, accompanied by a whistling sound, viciously clawed at the fat monk's face!

"Sizzle—"

A sickeningly loud tearing sound rang out.

The fat monk screamed in agony as Miss Zhang ripped off his entire face, along with half a scalp.

Instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the faces and heads of the people nearby.

"Help...help me!!!"

This turn of events completely panicked the few fake charlatans, who scrambled to their feet and ran out the door.

"Miss Zhang" let out another sinister laugh, her figure flashing like a ghost as she lunged straight at the old fortune teller, a hoarse voice escaping her throat:

"Hehehe... Today, you will all die."