Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

East of Shaozhou City, a girls' school.

The campus, enclosed by blue bricks, was unusually quiet, with several Western-style buildings casting long shadows in the twilight.

At the school gate, the plaque that reads "Jeanne d'Arc Girls' School" is crooked and the paint is peeling off.

Wang, the adjutant, led a regiment of soldiers to seal off the front and back gates of the entire school.

When Chu Sheng, Yu Chuda and Duanmu Ying arrived.

A group of school administrators stood in a row, watching Deputy Wang pace back and forth.

"How is it?" Chu Sheng asked as he got off the carriage.

Lieutenant Wang shook his head: "We searched the whole place, but didn't find anyone."

"But several female students said... they've been hearing strange noises at night these past few days, like someone playing a flute."

"The sound of the flute..." Chu Sheng recalled the mournful flute music from last night, and his heart skipped a beat. "Take us to see it."

Duanmu Ying quickly followed.

Chu Sheng had already made a three-point agreement with her before she arrived.

No acting willfully.

No talking.

You are not allowed to disobey!

From what I can see, she's doing a good job, obediently keeping her mouth shut and not saying a word.

"I'll do it!"

Yu Chuda took a piece of paper out of his bundle and quickly tore it into a small paper figure the size of a palm.

Immediately, he began chanting an incantation over the paper:

"Heaven's decree returns to my heart, the nine heavens pursue the human soul, my hand wields the cycle of three springs, by imperial decree!"

Then, he made a sword-finger gesture and tapped the little man's head.

The little figure seemed to come alive, spun around a few times, and flew off in one direction.

"This is the 'Paper Doll Soul-Chasing Technique,' which my senior brother uses to track down ghostly energy."

Seeing that Duanmu Ying hesitated to speak, Chu Sheng explained calmly.

"Oh..." Duanmu Ying nodded obediently without saying a word.

"Junior brother, over there..." Yu Chuda pointed to a six-story old teaching building covered with tree roots in front of him and said.

"This used to be the old campus, which was abandoned because I heard it was always haunted."

"That's what one of the teachers in charge said."

Chu Sheng looked up and saw that the entire building was shrouded in a faint black mist.

The tree roots that spread out of the teaching building were particularly dense with yin energy, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

He said in a deep voice,

"No wonder this demon is so fearless; it turns out he's hooked up with a locust tree spirit."

"How do we break Master Chu's defense?" Lieutenant Wang gripped the handle of his gun tightly.

"Hmph!" Chu Sheng sneered, "On this land of China, anyone who defectes to the Japanese is a traitor, deserving of death!"

"A tree that sided with the Japanese is a traitorous tree, and it must die!"

His tone suddenly turned murderous: "Pour gasoline on it and set it on fire!"

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Chu Sheng in surprise, not reacting for a moment.

"Pour gasoline?" Duanmu Ying hesitated for a moment before asking, "Shouldn't you be fighting with magic?"

Chu Sheng said calmly, "Physical exorcism is also quite effective."

Yu Chuda nodded: "A locust tree that has become a spirit is extremely difficult to deal with. Listen to your junior brother, burn it down and that will be the end of it."

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

Lieutenant Wang, as expected of a soldier, had extremely strong execution capabilities; it took less than half an hour.

They found a full sixty barrels of gasoline, arranged them in a circle around the old building, and began pouring the gasoline on them.

Yu Chuda watched the gasoline being poured out with a "glug glug" sound.

He gave Chu Sheng a thumbs up.

"Junior brother, brilliant!"

Chu Sheng pointed to his eyes and gestured at Yu Chuda, looking very pleased with himself.

Just then, Duanmu Ying pointed to the window of the old building and nudged Chu Sheng:

"Come quick, there's someone by the window!"

Following Duanmu Ying's words, everyone looked towards the windows of the old building.

The windows on the sixth floor were filled with people.

A female student wearing a light blue round-neck jacket, a black plain skirt, and white cloth socks that revealed her calves.

Upon seeing this, the school teachers hurriedly shouted:

"Don't burn it, don't burn it...please don't burn it!"

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda both frowned, the latter saying with particular frustration:

"We knew things wouldn't be that simple."

"Dealing with these Japanese devils is a hundred times more troublesome than dealing with demons and monsters."

Chu Sheng remained silent, staring quietly at the old building, the familiar sound of a flute ringing in his ears:

"It seems these female students are being controlled by someone."

"What should we do?" Duanmu Ying asked.

"trouble!"

Chu Sheng frowned. One locust tree spirit was already quite troublesome, and now there were more than a dozen female students to deal with.

"Master Chu, I think we should just burn it."

"The death of a few students is not a problem."

Wang, the adjutant, had served in the military for many years and was a veteran who had faced death on the battlefield. The few students couldn't stop him from making his decision.

"No...please don't burn it! If something happens, I...I won't be able to explain it!"

At this moment, a stout old man, about forty years old, rushed over and blocked Wang's way.

This person is the principal of the girls' school.

As he spoke, he told Wang, the adjutant, about the identities of the dozen or so female students one by one.

There were daughters of finance department officials, daughters of education bureau officials, and even the daughter of the police chief.

Most importantly...

His wife was also up there.

"Confess?" Lieutenant Wang interrupted him coldly, his hand already on his holster. "I only confess to General Zhang! Get out of my way!"

His finger was already raised; all it took was for it to fall and the soldier would light the fire.

"Junior brother!" Yu Chuda suddenly grabbed Chu Sheng's arm, his voice low but powerful.

"If Master were here, he would never stand by and watch them die. They... are still alive, but their souls have been suppressed."

Chu Sheng was taken aback, and instantly understood the meaning behind Yu Chuda's words.

To be honest, he actually preferred Wang's decision.

Burning it will solve everything!

嗏

As Mao Xiaofang's apprentice, I absolutely cannot stand by and watch someone die.

At this stalemate, on the sixth floor, by the window facing everyone.

A stunningly beautiful Japanese woman in a red kimono walked out with elegant steps.

She stood by the window, slowly lowered the long flute in her hand, and looked down at the crowd below.

Finally, he fixed his cold gaze on Yu Chuda and Chu Sheng, and spoke slowly:

"Was it you who destroyed my ghost slaves?"

"Teacher Su... Teacher Su?" Before Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda could even finish speaking, the principal of the girls' school exclaimed in shock.

"He's a teacher?" Lieutenant Wang was even more displeased. "Hiring Japanese spies? Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?"

The principal of the girls' school wiped the cold sweat from her brow.

He was initially attracted to her because she was beautiful, sexy, and had a charming way of speaking.

They hired him because he could also play the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute).

Chu Sheng glanced at the principal of the girls' school.

The bald man's men are indeed rotten to the core.

He looked up at the Japanese woman and said:

"You're Kagura Noyo from the Kagura family?"

"It is I." Kagura Nogo's alluring face held a hint of coldness.

"Release them, they are innocent," Chu Sheng said.

"innocent?"

Kagura Nogo seemed to have heard something interesting; her smile deepened, but it grew even colder.

She gracefully turned to the side, extending her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, to gently brush the cool cheek of a female student beside her.

Then, seemingly casually, even with a sense of amusement, he gently pushed the girl's back.

"Don't--!!!"

The principal let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The female student was like a puppet with its strings cut, offering no resistance.

Even the blank expression on his face didn't change in the slightest; he remained in a stiff posture as he fell straight down from the sixth-floor window.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

The figure in the blue jacket and black skirt drew a desperate vertical line through the air.

BOOM—!!

A dull, heart-stopping thud pounded into everyone's eardrums.

The girl's body slammed hard onto the hard bluestone ground at the school gate, her fragile head bursting open like a ripe watermelon.

Red and white substances mixed with blood instantly created a glaring mess.

Her limbs were even twisted unnaturally due to the impact.

The strong smell of blood quickly spread in the evening breeze.

"In war, there are no innocent victims."

Kagura withdrew her hand, took out a clean white handkerchief, and carefully wiped her fingertips, which were completely free of any dirt.

Looking down at Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda, his voice was calm and utterly emotionless.

"Am I right, you Chinese Taoist priests?"