Zombie World, I am a wild god in Renjia Town

"Hey hey hey, why are you stopping here!?"

Just as everyone was reminiscing about the past, a sharp, drooping voice suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.

Taoist Simu and others looked over and saw a sissy-looking eunuch with his hands on his hips, questioning Taoist Qianhe with a stern face.

"Minister Wu, I want to borrow some glutinous rice from my senior brother!"

Taoist Qianhe didn't want to offend this damn eunuch, so he explained, "I'll be leaving in a moment."

"Minister Wu, let's take a break!"

Minister Wu was about to start scolding again, but the young prince sitting in the sedan chair and wearing a dragon robe had already spoken, signaling everyone to stop and rest for a while.

"Okay, okay, everyone stop and take a rest~!"

When Minister Wu heard the young prince's words, he immediately smiled flatteringly and asked the sedan bearers to put down the sedan. Four masters from the palace stood guard around to prevent any assassination.

The world today is different from the past. It is now the Republic of China period. The Qing Dynasty has long been a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to kill. I don’t know how many patriots want to slaughter the entire Qing royal family to set an example.

"Jia Le, help your uncle get the glutinous rice!"

"Yes, Master!"

Taoist Simu sent Jiale to get the sticky rice, while he himself went to the golden coffin to examine it. When he saw the entire shape of the golden coffin, he was shocked. "The copper-horned golden coffin is wrapped around the ink fountain net. Junior brother, could it be that inside..."

"Brother, you guessed right, there are zombies inside!"

Taoist Qianhe admitted it.

"Why don't you just burn it down?!"

"Brother, you don't know that this zombie is from the royal family of the frontier. It cannot be burned. It can only be transported back to the capital as soon as possible to await the emperor's decision."

Taoist Qianhe sighed and explained the reason.

"Hey, this old emperor is already a grasshopper in autumn, he won't be able to jump around for much longer, yet he still puts on such a grand show!"

Taoist Simu couldn't help but complain when he heard this.

He often went out to drive corpses, traveled all over the country, and knew everything about the major events in the world.

The emperor in the Forbidden City has long been deposed and is only allowed to live in the Forbidden City.

In his opinion, it was only a matter of time before the little emperor was driven out of the Forbidden City.

"Brother, be careful with your words. Although the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, there are still many old and young people left. Their influence cannot be underestimated."

Taoist Qianhe shook his head. The Qing Dynasty was destroyed, but not completely. There were still a large number of old and young people left, and it even restored the Qing Dynasty at one point.

This shows how great the influence of the remnants of the Qing Dynasty is.

At this time, Master Ikkyu looked around the golden coffin and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Qianhe, why don't you take down the tent and let the zombies bask in the sun to reduce the corpse qi?!"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Qianhe's eyes lit up and he agreed, "Master, you are right. I will have it demolished right away." He immediately went to find someone.

Taoist Simu saw Master Ikkyu stealing the show and curled his lips, "You know so much, don't you think I don't know anything?!"

Master Ikkyu twirled his Buddhist beads and retorted with a smile, "You know why don't you say it? I think you are just pretending to know!"

"you……"

Taoist Simu was left speechless.

"East, South, West, North, you take down this tent."

"Yes!"

Taoist Qianhe's four registered disciples immediately dismantled the tent as instructed. When Minister Wu saw this, he immediately took advantage of the situation to find fault, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you dismantling the tent!?"

Seeing this, Taoist Simu immediately took the opportunity to explain and win back the game, "..." However, he was interrupted by Minister Wu halfway through his words. He pinched his lotus finger and scolded, "Shut up, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Taoist Qianhe. What cat or dog is worthy of talking to me?"

"Uh!"

Taoist Simu's expression froze, while Master Ikkyu looked at him with amusement and said with a smile: "Amitabha, if you speak fast, there's nothing to say, but if you speak slowly, you'll be scolded. Life is so difficult!"

Taoist Simu was rebuked twice in a row, and he was furious, but he had no way to refute it.

"Uncle Master, your glutinous rice!"

Jiale hurriedly took out the glutinous rice. Taoist Qianhe took it and immediately said goodbye to Taoist Simu and the others with a hand gesture, "Brother, Master, we will meet again in the future."

"Junior brother, I hope you don't need this bag of sticky rice, and that the rest of your journey will be smooth sailing."

"Amitabha, take care, fellow Daoist Qianhe!"

Taoist Simu, Master Ikkyu, and the others watched Taoist Qianhe leave. Jiale looked at the golden coffin gleaming in the sunlight and praised it, saying, "This coffin is so fine, it must be very valuable."

"Nonsense, this is made of gold, how can it not be valuable!?"

Taoist Simu rolled his eyes. Jiale chuckled and said sincerely, "In the future, I will work hard to make money and buy a coffin identical to yours as a gift to you, Master."

Taoist Simu's face flushed with anger when he heard this. Isn't this a curse for his early death?!

Master Ikkyu chuckled and praised, "Jia Le, you are so filial! Your master is so lucky to have a disciple like you!"

Jiale scratched his head and smiled, feeling rather embarrassed by the compliment.

Boom! !

Just as they were talking, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the clear sky.

Taoist Simu looked at the sky in shock and doubt. Thunder suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which was not a good sign.

He looked at the departing corpse transport team with deep concern and sincerely wished them a safe journey.

Chapter 75: On a thunderstorm night, the royal zombies broke out of their coffins and invited Huang Daogong to guard the temple.

Boom! !

Suddenly, thunder roared in the Simu Dojo, followed by dense raindrops falling from the sky, crackling and hitting the ground.

"Master, it's raining!"

"I'm not blind, I can see."

"Master, why do you think it rained suddenly? I guess He must have drunk too much water and couldn't hold it anymore, so He urinated."

Jiale looked at the thunder and lightning outside and couldn't help but think divergently and make guesses.

Taoist Simu glanced at Jiale and snorted, "Rain means God can't hold his urine anymore, so what about snow?!"

"The snow is because God has a stomachache and diarrhea!"

Jiale guessed very cleverly.

"Wow, you're quite clever. If that's the case, then is thunder the result of a fart? Is wind the result of a fart?"

Taoist Simu glared at Jiale unkindly, "I told you to study more, but all you do is catch fish. You're completely clueless all day long."

"Master, you like to eat fish, so I went to catch fish!"

Jiale argued quietly.

Taoist Simu said angrily: "I still love money, why don't you make money for me to spend!?"

"Making money is much harder than catching fish, Master. It's getting late. Good night!"

Jiale shrank his neck, said good night with a wry smile, and then ran away.

Taoist Simu glared at him with dismay, then looked out at the distant forest shrouded in darkness, where thunder and lightning raged, wind and rain blew, and a trace of worry crossed his face. "I wonder how Junior Brother and the others are doing? I hope they're all right!"

Boom! !

In the mountains and forests, there were also lightning, thunder and heavy rain.

The mountain road was full of mud. Taoist Qianhe and his group were stopped by a sudden rainstorm not long after they left and had to stop and set up camp.

"Hurry up, if you take your time, you will be held responsible if the prince gets soaked!"

The officials were busy setting up tents everywhere. Minister Wu stood with his hands on his hips, taking advantage of his power and scolding the officials.

Taoist Qianhe stood in the heavy rain, anxiously looking at the busy and messy camp. He turned his head to check the golden coffin and found that the ink net on the golden coffin had begun to fade under the rain.

He stretched out his hand and found his palm full of ink mixed with rooster blood. He was shocked and quickly asked his disciples to bring a blanket to cover him.

However, it was of no avail. The wind and rain were too strong and penetrated every hole. The ink dripped onto the ground like black blood.

"Camp is set up!"

At this moment, someone shouted loudly. Taoist Qianhe was delighted and quickly asked Minister Wu for permission to push the golden coffin into the tent to shelter from the rain.

"You can do it later, but not now!!"

Unfortunately, Minister Wu didn't care whether the golden coffin would be exposed to the rain. He just wanted to serve the young prince well.

Although there was also a prince in the golden coffin, he was the prince who died in 873, and his status in his heart was far lower than that of the living little prince.

So, he decisively rejected Taoist Qianhe's request, and shouted for someone to get the sedan chair and carry the little prince into the camp to shelter from the rain.

Taoist Qianhe had no choice but to urge other officials to set up other tents quickly.

After a while, thanks to the desperate efforts of the officers, they finally set up another camp.

Taoist Qianhe was overjoyed and waved his hand, "Push the coffin into the tent!"

"Yes!"

The four disciples from the east, south, west and north responded in unison, and then called four officers to come over to push the cart together. The golden coffin was already heavy, and now the ground was full of mud. The ruts were deep in the mud, making it difficult to walk.

"One two three, one two three..."

The eight people shouted like boatmen, pushing the golden coffin forward with all their might.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, and the heavy rain in the sky seemed to be blown away and stopped, making everyone happy.

Taoist Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment...

Boom! !

Like the calm before a rainstorm, a startling flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the silent sky, followed by a deafening thunder.

Bright and dazzling lightning illuminated the entire forest.

Taoist Qianhe and others only saw a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm falling from the sky and striking the golden coffin directly. In an instant, the four officers who were pushing the cart with the golden coffin let out a scream, and then were electrocuted into charcoal and fell down.

Everyone was shocked by this horrifying scene.

Immediately afterwards, something even more horrifying occurred. The lid of the golden coffin creaked up, and the remaining ink net burst out with bursts of golden light, like an old man on his last legs struggling to hold on.

"What happened!?"

When Minister Wu heard the noise outside, he cursed and lifted the curtain of the camp to check. He happened to see this horrifying scene. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he shrank back into the camp with a cry.

"Bring me the ink line!"

When Taoist Qianhe saw that the zombie was about to break out of the coffin, he immediately jumped up and stepped heavily on the coffin lid. With his center of gravity lowered, he used the force of a jack to force the coffin lid down. Then he took the ink rope as thick as his wrist from his disciple and tied up the golden coffin again.

However, the zombie struck by lightning was no longer the same as before. It suddenly raised its palms in the golden coffin and lifted up the coffin lid weighing a thousand pounds, along with Taoist Qianhe, and flew out.

Taoist Qianhe fell heavily to the ground and was hit by the heavy coffin lid. He screamed in pain and couldn't get up, so he asked his disciples to come and help move the coffin lid.

At this moment, the royal corpse that had broken free from the golden coffin slowly stood up from it. Flesh tendons protruded from its purple and shriveled face, and two fangs grew from its black mouth, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Zombie!!"

When the other officers saw this scene, they were all terrified and slipped away without saying a word, quickly disappearing into the mountains and forests.

When Taoist Qianhe's disciple saw the zombie coming out of the coffin, he immediately drew out his peach wood sword and stabbed it. The royal zombie broke the peach wood sword, grabbed the zombie, bit its neck and dragged it into the golden coffin.

Taoist Qianhe escaped from under the coffin lid, watching the scene with bloodshot eyes, and immediately drew out his peach wood sword and shouted, "Help!"

He went forward along with his three remaining disciples, but was hit by the flying corpse.

Taoist Qianhe took a closer look and saw that the dead body was actually his disciple whose blood had been sucked dry by the royal zombies.

Roar! !

The royal zombie sucked enough blood and leaped out of the golden coffin, rushing towards Taoist Qianhe and the others. Taoist Qianhe didn't care about the pain and kicked the royal zombie in the chest with a flying kick, pushing it back. Then he used the recoil force to land on the ground and shouted, "Use the corpse rope!"

"Yes!"

The remaining three disciples took off the corpse ropes around their waists without hesitation, swung them at each other, and crossed to surround the royal zombie.

Roar! !