Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 74, Chapters 77/78: Ah Hao, My Life is Oily, Not the Sky

"Remember, you must always keep this talisman with you and never take it off, understand?"

Uncle You's house —

Zhang Yue put a well-made purple amulet on Xiao Bai. He didn't have much of a way to deal with zombies, since they weren't like ghosts.

It is only afraid of glutinous rice, ink lines, and peach wood swords.

Yellow talismans can subdue zombies, but they can't keep them away from Xiaobai.

Otherwise, in Mr. Zombie, if Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai had simply put a yellow talisman on Ren Tingting, Old Master Ren wouldn't have come.

So Zhang Yue put a protective amulet on Xiao Bai. In certain situations, the amulet could indeed ward off disaster, and combined with the special training Zhang Yue had given Xiao Bai recently—

Yes, although children can't compare to adults in terms of strength, once they grasp the truth, it's a different story.

Xiao Bai nodded obediently. Although he didn't know what was going on, he really liked the places Zhang Yue took him to every day, including forests, grasslands, the sea, and the Great Wall.

Although it is an illusion.

Children can't distinguish between good and bad people, but they can tell who is genuinely good to them. Xiaobai felt that the teacher in front of her was the best person to her besides her mother and Uncle Yan.

"Teacher, can I be like you someday?"

"What? Why do you ask that?"

"I want to take my mom to see the sea and climb the Great Wall."

Zhang Yue patted Xiaobai's head. "It's okay. When you grow up, take her to the real Great Wall and the sea."

A sour voice came from the side, "Hey, junior brother, you really care about Xiaobai. He's only been here a few days and he's already calling you teacher."

Xiao Bai was certainly familiar with Uncle You, otherwise he wouldn't have taken her along to Aunt Mei's house to test the waters.

Zhang Yue paused for a moment, then said, "Senior Brother Ayou, haven't you thought about what will happen to the Maoshan Sect after you die?"

"You're all alone, you have no worries about food, so it doesn't matter to you. But now that there's such a promising talent here, aren't you going to take him on?"

Xiao Bai was born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour, an extremely rare destiny.

Those with this kind of destiny, if they don't die, are all good candidates for spiritual cultivation.

Uncle You scratched his back with his peach wood sword. "To be honest—before you came, I really didn't expect that someone as mediocre as me—"

"Look, the twin sisters have been in 2442 for so long, and I haven't even bothered to deal with it."

"It's not that I don't want to solve it, but that I can't find a solution. I don't know how to dispel their resentment."

Uncle You looked helpless. His lineage was broken and incomplete. The reason he let the twins stay in 2442 was because he pitied the two sisters' plight.

But on the other hand, it's also something he can't handle.

It's easy to catch the two sisters, but then what?

He couldn't resolve the two sisters' resentment and send them to their next life, nor could he bring himself to beat them to a pulp.

So he just gave up and didn't care as long as the two sisters didn't come out and harm people.

But now Zhang Yue has arrived, bringing with him the Maoshan legacy, including Maoshan classics for dispelling the resentment of evil spirits. In the psychic zombies, Uncle Nine keeps a large number of evil spirits in his mortuary.

Those are all evil spirits with extremely deep resentment, but they can be neutralized and exorcised.

"Perform a ritual. If one isn't enough, do two. Perform it once on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. Place the altar on the ancestral tablet and offer incense daily. Over time, this will help them release their resentment and be reincarnated."

"Well, from now on, I will perform rituals on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month to dispel their resentment. But, your hands—"

Uncle You looked at Zhang Yue's hand; two of his fingernails had cracked and fallen off.

"It's nothing, just a fingernail, it'll grow back." Zhang Yue casually picked up a white bandage and bandaged herself.

This is the price to pay for the purple amulet made for Xiaobai.

The darker the color of the talisman, the higher the price to pay. Fortunately, Zhang Yue had been using elixirs and spider lilies during this period, and his strength had improved rapidly. He only paid the price of two fingernails, which he felt was worthwhile.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital to get it checked out."

"It's nothing, a minor issue. Why go to the hospital? I'm going back to cultivate now."

Before leaving, Zhang Yue gave Xiaobai a few instructions, "Xiaobai, don't run around these next few days. Stay here with Uncle You and remember not to go to Aunt Mei's house."

After Zhang Yue left, Uncle You casually asked Xiao Bai why Zhang Yue had told him not to go to Aunt Mei's house.

Xiaobai shook her head and said she didn't know.

Uncle You subconsciously picked up a bottle of wine, took two gulps, and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Uncle Dong for several days —"

"Holy crap! Uncle Dong?"

Uncle You suddenly sat up. He seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said to Xiao Bai, "Xiao Bai, don't run around. I'm going to find Uncle Yan—"

Xiao Bai said "Oh," nodded, and continued to sit on the ground playing with her toys.

Uncle You hurriedly left the house, and soon Xiao Bai was left alone at home.

Come play!

A faint, ethereal voice—

Xiao Bai raised its head—

A child of similar age waved at him, signaling to join in the fun.

Xiao Bai hesitated for a moment, but the child was holding a toy.

Let's play together!

Unable to resist the other party's repeated invitations, Xiaobai nodded, opened Uncle You's door, and then followed the little ghost.

No sooner had he left than a pale-faced man, coughing incessantly, sneaked into the house and looked around furtively.

It's the heretical cultivator Ajiu.

He looked around and finally found what he was looking for in front of the ancestral tablet of the Maoshan School: two wads of plastic wrap.

Trapped inside the plastic wrap were the twin sisters.

"Cling film?" Although Ajiu was a little confused, he didn't think much of it when he saw the yellow talisman on the cling film. He assumed that the cling film was able to trap them because of the yellow talisman.

With a joyful expression, A-Jiu took the plastic wrap, put it in her bag, and then sneaked out of Uncle You's house.

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He wants to use their yin energy to prolong his life, to supplement yang with yin.

The twins, being of one body and possessing two souls, are extremely powerful and require a borrowed body.

Once the zombie is fully crafted, the two sisters can be driven to possess its body, providing it with a continuous supply of the yin energy and corpse energy it needs.

As for the possibility of it going out of control, Ajiu had also considered it, so he made a Five Emperors Coins mask and put it on the zombie's face. Theoretically, as long as the Five Emperors Coins mask wasn't removed, the zombie wouldn't go out of control.

"Is this alternating current (AC) or direct current (DC)?"

Wind and Thunder Hell—

After placing the meteorite containing the red spider lily back into the lead box, Zhang Yue, who had just finished consuming the elixir and completed his cultivation in the illusionary realm of the Wind and Thunder Hell, opened his eyes and returned to reality.

Thanks to the foundation of thunder magic bestowed upon him by the founder of the Maoshan Sect, and with the help of the other shore flower, he was able to barely enter the realm of thunder magic after a week of practice.

If the Five Thunder Subduing Demon Spell he obtained was a doctoral dissertation, then what the patriarch gave him before he came to the zombie world and was reborn seven days later was elementary school knowledge.

Without this basic knowledge, Zhang Yue might not even be able to get the hang of it in eight or ten years if he relied on his own research. He didn't even look at all the sorcerers in the Maoshan series. Only Shi Jian could wield thunder magic.

He raised his hand, looking at the faint, flickering current in it, which he couldn't quite make out.

Direct current (DC) is naturally the power used by electronic products such as mobile phones and power banks, which is 5V (mobile phones) and 12V (vehicles).

24V and 48V electric vehicles are stable but have low power consumption.

Alternating current (AC) is 220V, used in streetlights, factories, and mechanical equipment.

"In that case, let's try it with a light bulb—" Zhang Yue looked up at the light bulb above his head.

Chapter 78—

"Hmm, it should be alternating current—"

Zhang Yue played with the light bulb with great interest, letting it go and then turning it on again, having a wonderful time.

No wonder people hate evil practices, but when it comes to themselves, they don't mind taking shortcuts.

It smells so good!

Zhang Yue looked at the spider lilies she had placed in the lead box. "These things are really good."

It's even more potent than the Longevity Pill and Immortality Pill from the True Immortal Temple.

However, considering that no matter how strong the elixir is, it is still made of heavy metals and medicine, it is not surprising. The other shore flower is a meteorite from outer space, and the level is different.

It contains unique energy, and using it to cultivate can lead to rapid progress. Zhang Yue's ability to quickly master the Thunder Technique was largely due to its power.

However, the side effects are also obvious. Using it once is equivalent to having a CT scan. If you don't know when to stop and are greedy for improvement, and use it 365 days a year, you may get cancer in a year and die in less than two years.

However, it seems that the Khitan princess died at less than 30 years old, which shows that cultivators can endure for a long time.

"We can't use it today, otherwise the radiation will be too high."

After placing the spider lilies, Zhang Yue picked up a longevity pill, popped it into his mouth, smeared a small amount of fungus on the tip of his nose, and began meditating to continue his cultivation.

But just as Zhang Yue entered the Wind and Thunder Hell to cultivate, the situation outside changed drastically. "Little Bai, go to Aunt Mei's house! Aunt Mei bought your favorite lychees!"

Xiao Bai swallowed hard, first shaking his head, then nodding.

For a child like him, whose own mother went insane and who grew up relying on the kindness of many families, fruit and snacks have always been a luxury.

Although he always remembered Zhang Yue's words telling him not to go to Aunt Mei's place, Xiao Bai could no longer suppress the drool that kept flowing from his mouth when he thought of those crystal clear and sweet lychees.

Then he skipped and hopped, took Aunt Mei's hand, and they went to her house together.

Ultimately, a five-year-old child is too easy to fool.

In addition, Meryl Streep has always been a good person —

Aunt Mei looked at Xiao Bai with a complicated expression as he wolfed down the lychees she had bought, occasionally peeling the lychee shells for him and wiping his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Dong Shu and I have never had children."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that Uncle Dong was injured while acting when he was young, which made him unable to have children—"

Aunt Mei muttered to herself, "If we had our own children, our grandchildren would probably be about your age by now."

Xiao Bai was confused and couldn't understand what Aunt Mei was saying, so he simply broke off a lychee and handed it to her, "Aunt Mei—you eat this."

Aunt Mei smiled and said, "Eat up, these are for you—"

Xiao Bai looked at the few lychees left, then looked up and asked, "Aunt Mei, can I leave these for my mother?"

"Of course." Aunt Mei gently stroked Xiao Bai's white hair. "You are such a filial and good child."

Her love for Xiaobai was genuine, but her love for Uncle Dong was also real.

So even though I tricked Xiaobai into coming to my home, the balance in my heart was still wavering.

But Xiaobai's next sentence completely shattered her heart.

"Aunt Mei, I need to use the restroom—"

"Go, go to the toilet—" A hint of panic flashed in Aunt Mei's eyes. "Okay, okay, go to the toilet, go to the toilet—"

Xiao Bai felt that Aunt Mei was acting a little strange today, but as usual, he ran to the door of Aunt Mei's toilet.

At this point, a mixture of guilt and resolute sorrow finally appeared in Aunt Mei's eyes. She went to the bathroom, opened the door, and without turning on the light, shoved Little White inside.

As Xiao Bai wondered why Aunt Mei wasn't turning on the light for him, he saw a burly figure in the darkness—

With his bluish-gray skin and long fingernails, Uncle Dong trembled uncontrollably the moment he sensed someone enter the restroom.

It is dead; all that remains is the instinct of a zombie.

It sensed a special person, someone who had consumed rare blood equivalent to that of dozens of ordinary people.

A child born in a yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour has virgin blood.

So, even the blood of Aunt Mei, a living person, couldn't tempt Uncle Dong, who slowly opened his eyes. Uncontrollable instinct drove him to open his fanged maw and greedily gaze at Little White.

"Waaah—Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei—"

The child instinctively felt scared and kept banging on the toilet door, his only support being the adults outside.

Unfortunately, the kind and gentle Aunt Mei he wanted to rely on was now filled with grief, blocking the toilet door with her body to prevent him from coming out.

After a short while, the slapping stopped, and Aunt Mei, her body trembling, squatted down.

Just as she was wondering whether to open the door, a loud roar suddenly came from the small room.

call!

call!call!call!

Gunshots! ? ?

Aunt Mei was a little confused because the gunshot came from the toilet. At such close range, she couldn't possibly have misheard.

"Roar—" A faint roar came from inside.

"My dear husband, my dear husband, are you alright?!" Aunt Mei frantically opened the door.

But what greeted her was Xiaobai's cold, expressionless eyes, his pupils revealing a strange red light, and a revolver in his hand.

call!

The bullet flew out and hit Aunt Mei in the stomach, then Little White quickly and nimbly slipped past her.

"You, you're not Xiaobai—Xiaobai, what happened to you—"

At this moment, Xiao Bai was like a puppet on a string, his face expressionless. After taking out the toilet, he raised the gun again and fired a shot at Aunt Mei's thigh.

Aunt Mei screamed, but before she could speak, she was dragged inside by a pair of hands that suddenly reached out from the toilet.

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Meanwhile, in another room, Ah Jiu was absorbing the twins' eerie yin energy to prolong her life when she suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up in terror.

Xiao Hao, who was lost in thought in the house, suddenly heard a faint sound of firecrackers. He thought it was his neighbor setting off fireworks.

But then, several more shots were fired.

call!

He suddenly realized that he had been acting for many years and had naturally been exposed to many police and gangster films. He was extremely familiar with firearms, whether they were real or fake.

The sound wasn't firecrackers at all; it was gunfire.

Instinctively, Xiao Hao grabbed a wooden stick from inside the house and rushed out.

Although he appears cold, he is actually a very warm-hearted person, whether towards Xiaobai or the twins Li Gui.

"Xiao Bai!?" Xiao Hao, who had run over following the sound of gunfire, was almost speechless with shock.

Because in the hallway was Xiaobai, holding a Smith & Wesson Model 617—

This is a .22 caliber ten-shot revolver.

Could it have been Xiaobai who fired the shot?

Soon, Xiao Hao understood what was going on.

A ferocious figure, covered in blood, chased after them out of a house.

A blue face with fangs, jet-black fingernails, and pale, pupil-less eyes—

Xiao Hao exclaimed in a daze, "Zombie!?"

That bluish-gray face, those fangs dripping with thick black blood, and the overwhelming, nauseating stench of corpses and blood—all of these were frantically tearing apart the materialistic worldview he had built up over decades.

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But he only paused for two seconds before rushing forward to protect Xiaobai.

Once upon a time, Xiao Hao was a very popular action star who fought countless "zombies" under the spotlight.

Later, he became a destitute man, separated from his wife and children, who hanged himself in a dark rented room.

But at this moment, looking at the five-year-old boy Xiaobai at the end of the corridor with his eyes glowing with an eerie red light and holding a revolver, Xiaohao's blood, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly boiled like gasoline that had been ignited!

He seemed to have returned to the days when he filmed Mr. Vampire, fighting alongside his mentor in the movies—

"Get out of the way!!"

Xiao Hao let out a beastly roar, his legs slamming against the dusty cement ground, and he shot off like an arrow.

Uncle Dong's gray-white eyes, devoid of pupils, were fixed on Little White; to it, that was the ultimate temptation.

It let out a hissing sound that sounded like it was letting out a draft, and its stiff arms, yet carrying the force of a thunderbolt, lunged straight at Little White.

Just as those dark, sharp nails were about to touch Xiaobai, Xiaohao arrived.

"Bang!"

With all his might, Xiao Hao slammed the thick wooden stick in his hand into Uncle Dong's temple.

With this strike, he used the purest power generation technique he had honed while filming back then, combining waist and stance into one, and the force penetrated to the tip of the stick!

However, after a dull, teeth-grinding thud, with a "crack," the wrist-thick wooden stick snapped in two! Uncle Dong's head merely tilted slightly, without even a scratch!

"What?!" Xiao Hao was shocked.

Before he could react, its thick arm swept out like an iron rod, slamming heavily into Xiao Hao's chest.

"Pfft"

Xiao Hao felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. His sternum cracked under the strain, and he was thrown into the air, crashing heavily against the corridor wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

That's incredible! This is beyond human power!

"Roar!" Uncle Dong abandoned Xiao Bai and turned to pounce on Xiao Hao on the ground.

In its newly awakened, chaotic subconscious, any living thing that blocks its path to feeding must be torn to shreds.

"Come on! You monster!" Xiao Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes showing no fear, only a kind of madness that was willing to die for life.

He was a suicidal man to begin with, so if he could save a child before he died, then it would be a worthwhile trade!

Xiao Hao dodged Uncle Dong's kick with a tactical roll, and Uncle Dong's foot left a spiderweb-like crack in the cement ground.

Using the momentum of the roll, Xiao Hao sprang up and delivered a fierce Muay Thai knee strike to Uncle Dong's chin!

"Thump!"

This powerful blow was enough to knock any professional boxer unconscious on the spot.

But Uncle Dong only swayed slightly before opening his blood-red maw and biting down on Xiao Hao's neck.

Xiao Hao reacted extremely quickly, twisting his body in mid-air and striking Uncle Dong's neck with his elbow like a hammer.

However, the sensation was like hitting a piece of cast iron, which made Xiao Hao's entire forearm go numb instantly and lose all feeling.

"Tear!"

Uncle Dong's fingernails grazed Xiao Hao's shoulder, instantly tearing his jacket and leaving five deep, bone-revealing bloodstains in the flesh.

The black corpse poison spread rapidly along the wound, and the intense numbness and burning pain made Xiao Hao gasp.

But he did not back down. Instead, he used the pulling force of being scratched to get close to Uncle Dong, locking one of Uncle Dong's arms tightly with both arms, and wildly sweeping Uncle Dong's knee with his right leg.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh echoed in the cramped stairwell.

Xiao Hao completely abandoned defense and used the most brutal and primitive street fighting style.

His knuckles were already bloody and mangled, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat from the excruciating pain, but he continued to frantically attack the zombie's weak joints.

"Break it for me!!" Xiao Hao roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he used all his strength to twist Uncle Dong's arm in the opposite direction of the joint!

Click!