Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Please, both of you, make yourselves at home!"

Chu Sheng stared at the thunder talisman that the bald man was still clutching in his hand.

His keen eyes could clearly see the palpable killing intent emanating from the bald man's head.

"That sect leader seems to be hostile towards me."

The bald man's eyes widened, and he said excitedly.

The man with the buzz cut laughed and said, "Who told you to sit here so casually?"

"You're interfering with their romance."

The bald man half-opened his eyes and looked at Ren Tingting, "This girl is really good."

Ren Tingting, displeased by the bald man's words, said, "Hey, watch your mouth."

"My cousin is the captain of the security detail in Renjia Town!"

The bald man chuckled, his eyes fixed on Ren Tingting. Ren Tingting felt uneasy under his gaze and instinctively moved closer to Chu Sheng.

"Don't be afraid, please don't be afraid."

"He has promised me that he will not kill people indiscriminately."

"Don't worry."

The man with the buzz cut seemed to be casually talking about something trivial.

"Hmph, that sounds scary, but who knows if what you're saying is true or false," Ren Tingting said, feigning strength.

"I am Wugensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect, and I never lie," the man with the buzz cut said sincerely.

"Rootless?"

"The leader of the Quanxing Sect?"

Chu Sheng was slightly surprised.

Rootless!

Such a mysterious person, whose charm is in no way inferior to that of the old master Zhang Zhiwei.

"etc…"

"If he is Wugensheng, then isn't this bald man none other than Liang Ting, 'White Owl,' the most notorious villain of our time?!"

Chu Sheng's alarm bells rang, and he instinctively stepped in front of Ren Tingting.

"Haha, I didn't expect my reputation as Wugensheng to have spread among the younger generation."

"Brother Liang, I am overjoyed."

"Quick, let's drink this rubbish and then go find the brothers for a good drink!" Wugensheng laughed heartily.

It felt like an incredibly happy thing to be known by the younger generation.

"Yes, Sect Leader, we should celebrate." Liang Ting nodded and unceremoniously picked up the steaming cup of coffee in front of Chu Sheng.

He stretched out a finger as thick as a carrot, carefully poked at the coffee cup, then brought it closer to smell it, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

"Sect Leader!"

His voice boomed, "This thing is pitch black and smells burnt—could it be the 'Heart-Rotting Soup,' a rare poison from the Western Regions?!"

Wugensheng rolled his eyes at him: "You naive old man, this is coffee."

"Pfft—"

Ren Tingting saw that although Liang Ting was ugly, he had a kind of honest and simple spirit, and couldn't help but laugh:

"This... Senior Liang, this is really from drinking. Look at me."

As she spoke, she gracefully picked up her cup of coffee and took a small sip.

Liang Ting stared suspiciously at Ren Tingting's rosy lips, then looked at the "suspicious liquid" in front of him, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

He suddenly extended a finger as thick as a carrot and, with lightning speed, dipped it into Ren Tingting's coffee.

Then he held it up to his eyes, carefully examining the brown liquid on his fingertips, and even brought it close to his nose to smell it, as if he were identifying some kind of poison.

Then, in front of everyone, he put his fingers in his mouth, smacked them, and mumbled in a muffled voice:

"It's bitter and a bit sour, not even as good as foreigners' horse urine."

Wugensheng rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Brother Liang, mind your image."

Ren Tingting's pretty face turned bright red. She simply couldn't believe that this big man was behaving so shamelessly as to eat the lipstick off the rim of her cup.

Wugensheng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Chu Sheng's tightly clenched hands, and chuckled:

"Young brother, stop clutching your Five Thunder Talisman; it can't harm Brother Liang."

Chu Sheng's pupils contracted, and he reacted quickly by grabbing Ren Tingting's wrist and pulling her back abruptly.

Within a few steps, they had formed a standoff with Wugensheng and Liang Ting.

Wugensheng remained motionless, merely smiling and shaking his head, as if commenting on a younger generation:

"You've laid a good foundation; the Great Circulation Realm is truly remarkable for someone your age. However..." He changed the subject slightly, "Your spiritual light is not yet solidified, and your life force is not strong enough; you still need further refinement."

Chu Sheng took a deep breath, preparing to invoke his sect's name to maneuver, when a powerful, angry shout suddenly came from outside the window:

"You heretics of the Quanxing Sect! Today you will all be executed!"

Immediately, another group of people rushed in from outside the door.

This group of people included men and women, young and old, and they all stared at Liang Ting with murderous intent.

The leader, an elderly man in a green robe, shouted sharply, flicking his whisk and creating a gust of wind. Behind him, seven or eight men and women also drew their weapons.

The other patrons in the restaurant screamed and ran out of the tavern when they saw this.

Wugensheng scratched his head, turned to Liang Ting and asked, "Brother Liang, which group is it this month?"

Liang Ting counted on his thick fingers: "Five people from the Huode Sect came on the third day, three people from the Yiqi Sect came on the seventh day, and the one who called himself the Natural Sect on the ninth day... Today is the twenty-first, um, the fifth group."

"It's a pity you won't let me kill anyone, otherwise, I would have wiped them all out long ago."

Wugensheng sighed: "Isn't it all to help you out?"

At this moment, the old man in the green robe rushed forward and said:

"Wugensheng! You have harmed your fellow disciples of the righteous path! Today, my Chai Sect will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!"

"Wait a minute." Wugensheng raised his hand, his expression sincere. "Who are you? I haven't killed anyone recently."

"Don't wrong me."

"You!" The old man's beard trembled with rage. "Three months ago, in western Hunan, my junior brother Liu Yishou..."

"Oh—" Wugensheng drawled, slapping his thigh.

"I remember now! That opium smuggler? I was wondering why a bunch of opium suddenly appeared during the fighting..."

The old man's face instantly turned red: "N-What nonsense are you talking about! When has my junior brother ever smuggled opium? He's making antidote pills."

"To make an antidote from opium?" Liang Ting interrupted in a muffled voice. "Has he figured it out yet? My back has been hurting lately."

"Pfft—" Ren Tingting couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly covered her mouth.

Chu Sheng also felt that the scene was becoming more and more absurd—a group of righteous people were besieging a demon, while the demon was seriously discussing what medicine to take for back pain?

The old man in the green robe, clearly losing face, roared, "Form the formation!"

The seven disciples quickly moved into position, stepping on the Seven Stars, and the magical artifacts in their hands hummed, actually drawing upon a trace of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the restaurant, causing dishes to clatter and rattle.

Wugensheng sighed and said to Liang Ting, "See, I told you we shouldn't come to crowded places like this."

When Liang Ting stood up, his nearly two-meter height almost touched the ceiling light.

He twisted his neck, and his joints cracked.

"Sect Leader, can we dismantle things this time? You said you'd pay compensation for dismantling the temple last time, I've been holding back for so long."

"Just don't demolish the load-bearing walls," Wugensheng instructed, stepping aside.

"Hehe, okay." Liang Ting, having received permission, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

He strode forward, each step causing the floor to creak under the strain.

Seeing Liang Ting approach, the old man in the green robe shouted sharply, "Seven Stars Demon Lock, suppress!"

The magical artifacts in the hands of the seven disciples simultaneously glowed with a faint light, emanating from seven pale blue wisps of energy.

Like chains, they shot out and intertwined in the air to form a large net, which then covered Liang Ting from above.

Liang Ting neither dodged nor avoided the Qi net, letting it fall on his body.

Sizzle—!

The moment the Qi net, powerful enough to lock away evil spirits, touched Liang Ting's skin, it emitted a sound like a branding iron scalding flesh, and wisps of blue smoke rose from it.

Liang Ting, however, seemed oblivious, and simply asked in a muffled voice:

"this one?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his thick right arm and casually swung it forward.