Boundless Sky

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Are you guys having a...threesome?

Looking at the bookstore owner and the woman in white who were wrestling together on the ground, and then glanced at Xu Qinglang who was standing aside holding a lot of talismans, Cheng Hao showed a playful look on his face.

Two zombies fighting each other, although they were rookies pecking at each other, but this was the first time he had seen such a scene.

Seeing Cheng Hao walking in, Xu Qinglang put away the talisman in his hand, and then patted the bookstore owner who was pressing on the woman in white.

Xu Le, get up, a professional is here.

The young bookstore owner named Xu Le looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise, stood up hesitantly after the other party nodded for confirmation, but his hands were not slack, the black blade-like nails pulled the white clothes The woman's arm looks like she won't let go.

The superior is really a heartless and ungrateful man. He touched others and treated them lightly; he also poked him with that horrible hideous thing, which still hurts so much that his skin is torn, but he turned around and died. He refused to admit it, and even blamed others because of his original spouse.

The woman in white was weeping and talking to herself, she was miserable, and with the white dress she was wearing now, it was even more pitiful to me.

This look, which I feel sorry for, is probably extremely lethal to most men, but Cheng Hao, who can see through the essence of the opponent's zombie at a glance, turns a blind eye to it, and instead focuses his attention on the bookstore on the boss.

I haven't seen you for a few days, have you become a ghost messenger?

Temporary, just a temporary worker! The bookstore owner shrank his eyes slightly and shook his head in embarrassment.

Cheng Hao smiled, and set his eyes on the woman in white.

The evil spirit in this body must have been at least a hundred years old? Where did you dig the grave?

The owner of the bookstore looked at Cheng Hao helplessly, then pointed to Xu Qinglang, You have to ask him, this female corpse is his wife!

oh?

Now Cheng Hao was really shocked, playing so big? Necrophilia?

Don't listen to his nonsense!

Xu Qinglang's face was flushed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to explain. After a while, Cheng Hao nodded with some understanding.

That is to say, the ghost of this female corpse has gone to the underworld after her cultivation has been completed, leaving such a corpse for you to find a time next year to burn it. But in the end, this female corpse gave birth to spiritual wisdom again, unwilling to wait for death. So you resisted?

That's right, Brother Cheng, this is the case, how do you think we should deal with her? Xu Qinglang nodded quickly and asked.

Since the wisdom has been born, let's keep it!

Cheng Hao nodded indifferently, a little zombie who had just been born with intelligence was nothing more than a threat, after contact with the monster race in Yangshen World, he didn't have much resistance to aliens.

But after all, this is a zombie with two hundred years of evil spirit. If it gets out of control in the future, I'm afraid all the creatures within dozens of miles around will suffer. Bookstore owner Xu Le frowned, as if he wanted to find a solution once and for all. It would be best to deal with the female corpse in front of him and kill it directly.

What you said also makes sense.

Cheng Hao's expression was flat, his eyes swept over the owner of the bookstore, and his tone was a little indifferent.

The name Xu Le shouldn't be your real name, right? What's your real name?

My real name?

The bookstore owner froze when he heard the words, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Cheng Hao without blinking.

Zhou Ze, my name is Zhou Ze!

Zhou Ze?

Cheng Hao glanced at the other party thoughtfully, there was a slight white light in his left eye, and he really saw the power of luck above the other party's head in his eyes.

A wisp, only a thumb-thick black luck power, not to mention turning a dragon into a dragon, even the condensation of luck can't be done.

Is this guy really the protagonist? Why do you feel that this luck is not much better than mine?

Although he complained in his heart that Zhou Ze, the suspected protagonist, had low luck, but for some reason, Cheng Hao had a dark feeling in his heart. Even the protagonist in one world had such bad luck. It seemed that Cheng Hao was not. It's too bad.

No wonder there is so little luck. This wild protagonist named Zhou Ze has died more than once. This is not the first time he has resurrected from a dead body. It seems that many deaths have consumed most of his luck.

After getting a general understanding of Zhou Ze's details, Cheng Hao canceled the magic power of his left eye. He didn't want to know how the other party died and how he was resurrected. He didn't bother to know the messy cause and effect involved. take care of.

After straightening out the relationship between the few people in front of him, Cheng Hao didn't talk nonsense at the moment, he raised his hand and kept touching the eyebrows of the white-clothed female corpse.

The face of the white-clothed female corpse showed horror, and her figure was constantly struggling. Her graceful figure was like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, full of endless charm.

However, Cheng Hao was unmoved at all. In the next second, the power of the soul sank into the eyebrows of the female corpse along the index finger, turning into a small soul vortex, and gently pulled it out in the sea of ​​consciousness!

Immediately afterwards, a strand of something resembling a red earthworm was pulled out from between the eyebrows of the female corpse. Cheng Hao held it in his palm, which was warm and moist, not slippery.

This is the soul blood of zombies. Zombies are not in the five elements, do not enter reincarnation, and do not have souls. But since wisdom can be born, there must be soul blood. This is also the core thing of zombies. It's no different than The Walking Dead.

Don't kill me, don't kill me!

Seeing that more than half of the soul blood was forcibly drawn out by a mysterious man, the struggling female corpse was frightened and collapsed on the ground. She had endured the evil spirit of the underground for more than two hundred years before she was born with wisdom. So dead.

Any intelligent life has the instinct to survive, even if she is just a zombie, she is no exception.

Putting the soul blood in his hand into the pocket of his jacket casually, Cheng Hao squatted on the ground, looking at the white-clothed female corpse curled up on the floor leisurely. It's true that there is a hint of charm in the purity, and now she is lying on the ground pitifully, giving people a kind of pleasure after wanton abuse.

what's your name?

Bai Yingying.

White?

Cheng Hao frowned. For some reason, he suddenly became agitated, and suddenly there was an urge to punch the strange creature in front of him to death.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Hao stood up, and when he was about to ask Xu Qinglang to prepare breakfast for him, his figure suddenly stiffened, and then, a look of joy showed on his face involuntarily.

In Cheng Hao's induction, an invisible force lingered on his body. This force was somewhat similar to incense, but it did not have the various defects of the idea of ​​incense, similar to the merits in myths and legends.

It's just that the power of merit is not pure, and it has a dark attribute, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it Yin virtue.