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"This is outrageous!"

"Yang Guang!"

The old man trembled with rage, then bit his middle finger and smeared the blood directly onto the ink lines of the two large red coffins behind him.

"Since the vengeful ghost can't deal with you!"

"Then I'll let you taste the white zombie I've been refining for twenty years!"

"Bang!"

As the old man's blood dripped down, the ink lines that were suppressing the coffin snapped instantly!

The two bright red coffin lids, accompanied by a pungent stench of corpses, were flung away by a tremendous force!

It crashed heavily onto the ceiling, shattering into a pile of wood chips!

Two tall, burly figures covered in green hair sprang straight up from the coffin.

Two pairs of scarlet eyes were fixed on Yang Guang in the darkness.

Its fangs protruded outwards, and the aura of death filled the sky!

Yang Guang had just broken off a ghost tooth when he heard the noise and turned around to look.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

White zombie?

This old man is quite the expert.

Yang Guang casually tossed the vengeful ghost with its teeth ripped out aside, then cracked his wrists, the knuckles making a series of snapping sounds.

He looked at the two menacing green-haired flying corpses, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Old Deng."

"Did you forget to ask why I'm the only one here in the middle of the night?"

The old man was startled, and a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Just then.

Yang Guang shouted at the top of his lungs downstairs.

"Fatty!"

"You damn dog!"

"Dinner's ready!"

The sudden shout echoed through the desolate, unfinished building, sounding particularly jarring.

The moment the old man heard these words, his wrinkled face stiffened abruptly.

My heart skipped a beat.

fat man?

Dead dog?

This kid has accomplices?!

And he's even brave enough to eat a vengeful ghost alive?

Could it be that this kid took some Buddhist monk and that silly dog ​​with him when he went out?

He instinctively turned his head, his triangular eyes fixed on the dark doorway.

Just that brief half-second of distraction.

For Yang Guang, this was practically a gift delivered to his door.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Guang smirked, showing no regard for martial ethics, and darted forward with a sliding step.

The long leg, clad in faded sweatpants, swung around and delivered a powerful kick to the old man's face.

"Bang!"

That kick was incredibly solid.

The size 42 canvas soles, with a whooshing sound, were imprinted directly and unreservedly on the old man's withered face.

The old man didn't even have time to scream before his front teeth were knocked out.

He was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards through the air.

While suspended in mid-air, the old man let out a muffled groan.

"puff!"

A mouthful of bright red, scalding blood gushed from his mouth, tracing a tragic, bloody arc in the air.

Coincidentally.

The old man flew off in the direction of the two white-haired zombies that had just sprang up from the big red coffin and were about to go on a killing spree.

"thump!"

The old man, without missing a beat, slammed heavily into the arms of the largest white zombie.

The mouthful of blood he spat out splattered onto the two white, stiff faces.

To know.

Yang Guang was dragged here by that ghost who led the way in the middle of the night.

That fatso Chu Sheng and that idiot Er Lengzi had long since gone back to sleep in Jia Youcai's pink old man's car.

Yang Guang came out in such a hurry, where could he find any help?

The reason he shouted that was purely to provoke the old man and distract him.

Who could have predicted the outcome!

This old man looks cunning and treacherous, but his practical experience is ridiculously poor.

I just shouted something casually, and you actually turned around to look?

Just as the old man crashed into the white zombie's arms.

"roar!"

The ear-piercing roar of the corpses instantly echoed through the unfinished building.

The two white zombies were originally awakened by the old man's essence blood and were barely under his control.

but!

Under the direct stimulation of this fresh, hot blood, the white zombie's already lacking intelligence was instantly and completely devoured by its bloodthirsty instincts.

What owner?

What kind of manipulation?

In their bloodshot eyes, the old man they were holding, coughing up blood, was like a deluxe late-night snack delivered right to their doorstep!

The two white zombies opened their gaping maws full of fangs and bit down hard on the old man's neck and shoulders!

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly pierced the roof of the unfinished building.

The old man panicked now, his whole body convulsing violently as if he were being electrocuted.

He frantically waved his hands, trying to push away the white zombie pressing down on him.

But the white zombie was incredibly strong; its ten fingers, with black nails, were embedded firmly into the old man's shoulder like steel nails.

"brute!"

"Give me a break!"

"I am your master!"

As the old man screamed in agony, he struggled to pull out two dark talismans from his pocket, attempting to stick them on the foreheads of the white zombies to suppress them once more.

But the other white zombie wasn't idle either; smelling the blood, it pounced on it.

It bit the old man's arm that was holding the talisman.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The old man's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets from the pain, and he screamed in despair, "My hand!"

Yang Guang stood not far away, putting his hands back into his faded trouser pockets.

He watched the scene unfold, which resembled the climax of a horror movie, but instead of helping, he smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Holy crap, this scene is too gory."

"Even I can't stand it anymore. These two are really uncouth, their table manners are so disgusting."

The ghost who had led the way, kneeling in the corner, was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

Before he could even finish a sentence, he kicked the employer straight into the zombie's mouth?

Is this something a Taoist priest should be doing?

Even street thugs don't behave this badly in fights!

The old man was pinned to the ground and frantically bitten by two white zombies, suffering excruciating pain.

He was furious!

Half of his blood had been drained, leaving him looking utterly wretched, like a dried-up corpse.

He turned his head with difficulty, his triangular eyes fixed on Yang Guang, who was watching the show from the side.

His eyes were filled with an unyielding resentment.

"Yang Guang!"

"You insidious, despicable little beast!"

"You tricked me!"

The old man coughed up blood as he roared, his voice hoarse like a leaky bellows: "You didn't bring any help at all!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and retorted without any politeness.

Are you sick?

"I didn't bring any backup, but who says you can't feint in a fight?"

"All's fair in war, don't you understand?"

Yang Guang took two steps forward, looking down at the old man who was half-dead from being bitten, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Hey old Deng, you've really wasted your life."

"You believe everything I say?"

"I just casually called out 'Dinner' is ready, and you actually think this is a cafeteria?"

"You're the one who's not very bright, and you're blaming me for that?"