The Heavens: Turn into a black-eyed zombie at the start

"Who made this dish, it's delicious!"

"It's me, how about it, my craftsmanship is not bad."

Long Ao's voice came from the side.

Kuang Tianyou turned his head abruptly, his eyes fixed on Long Ao's face.

Chapter 49

"Don't look at me like that, it's scary."

"Here, try my craft."

As he spoke, Long Ao handed Kuang Tianyou a pot of stewed cabbage and blood sausage that had just been stewed.

"I don't know how you guys messed around. You haven't got an official identity for so many years. It's hard to live in hiding."

"Official status?"

Kuang Tianyou was very puzzled by what Long Ao said.

For the past 60 years, every few years he had to take his condition back to life in another place.

Because Kuang Fusheng won't grow up at all, as long as three to five years, people around will gradually find abnormalities.

After hiding for so many years, fortunately China is big enough.

"Let's get to know each other again, Protector Maoshan, Long Ao."

"Kang Tianyou!"

As the two shook hands, Long Ao officially met the number one male lead in the world.

As for the so-called official status, Kuang Tianyou didn't care too much about it. What he was afraid of was not the so-called demon protection, but just didn't want Kuang Fusheng to bear strange eyes.

Back then, there was a Maoshan expert named He Yingqiu with such high magic power. He found him to eliminate demons and defend the way, but he broke his leg in the end.

When several people were having a lively meal, suddenly Gu Bo, who was downstairs in the concierge, ran up profusely with sweat.

"House, the landlady, it's haunted, it's haunted!"

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian is back!"

Following Gu Bo was a large group of elderly residents who hadn't come to the party.

Everyone talked about it, saying that they had encountered a ghost.

Hearing that Zhang Meiqian came back, Luo Kaiping, who had been eating in silence, changed his expression.

"Aaron, my mother is at home alone. I'm a little worried about her, so I'll go back first."

Luo Kaiping greeted Long Ao, ignored the others, opened the roof door and went home.

The neighbors were frightened by Xiaoqian, causing panic, but no one paid much attention to him.

Looking at Luo Kaiping who left, Long Ao also felt a pity.

"Ping's mother has been in charge of Luo Kaiping too much in her life, she became paranoid, and ended up harming herself and others."

The evil corpse Pingma killed Pipi and Xiaoqian, because of a drop of zombie blood from the third generation of zombies, she couldn't reincarnate in the end.

After he died, he even cheated Luo Kaiping, which made him give up his chance of reincarnation, and he couldn't reincarnate as a human being.

Just when everyone was talking about hell with the landlord, Jin Zhengzhong, who had been pretending to be a Xuanwu boy to swindle money all day, jumped out.

Xiaoqian had a good relationship with him, and he had helped her before and after Xiaoqian's death.

What happened today was agreed between him and Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian made trouble in the neighborhood, so he came out to do it, and then took the opportunity to make a fortune.

Sure enough, as soon as he jumped out and said that he would do a ritual to save the souls of the dead, none of the neighbors objected, and they offered money one after another.

The neighbor gave a share, and she made up the rest.

"Hey, get rich!"

Ma Xiaoling looked at Kim Jong-jung, who had no magic power, and knew that this guy was a charlatan.

However, seeing that everyone believed her, Ma Xiaoling didn't want Zhenzhen's mother and daughter to know what she was doing, so she refrained from speaking.

No matter what, she felt that the quack warlock who had been around for so long should know that in a few days it would be a once-in-a-lifetime tripartite day.

Every three days, once every 60 years, when the time comes, resentment and resentment will boil between heaven and earth, and ferocious spirits and wild ghosts will become fierce.

If the altar was opened that day and was attracted by the paper candles, people might die.

Unfortunately, she made a mistake. Kim Jong-jung was either a charlatan or a complete liar.

People don't know whether the sun is broken three times or not.

Because of Xiaoqian's incident, we couldn't eat anymore, so everyone packed up and left, and the landlord also went to discuss with Kim Jong-jung and his mother about the practice.

"Hey, Kim Jong-jung, right? Open the altar in a few days and pay attention to avoid Sanpori. It's a bit fierce that day, so be careful."

Looking at the people who were about to leave, Long Ao still woke up.

The group of ghosts showed their vicious looks, for him, it was naturally a buffet, but for ordinary people, if they were tossed about, the mild ones might get seriously ill, and the serious ones would die.

Ma Xiaoling, who went downstairs with Zhenzhen in her arms, heard what Long Ao said, looked back, and muttered in her heart: "This zombie is quite kind."

But good intentions are not necessarily accepted.

"Aaron, right? I have been a Xuanwu boy for so many years. I haven't seen any scenes, and I haven't heard of San Po Ri."

"Even if there is a ghost, as soon as my Xuanwu boy makes a move, he will be beaten to death, and he will never be reborn."

Looking at Kim Jong-jung with such a diosmic face, Long Ao felt that this man was really hideous, he just looked like he was flat.

This is the reincarnation of Xu Xian in this world, what does the thousand-year-old demon White Snake see in this thing?

If you feel upset, you naturally want to make yourself feel better. Long Ao just kicked Jin Zhengzhong's back.

"oops!"

Long Ao's kick sent him flying five or six meters away.

"Oh, whoever kicked me, fell to my death!"

Long Ao's speed was so fast that before everyone could react, Jin Zhengzhong had already flown out.

"Did a ghost come here!"

When it comes to ghosts, everyone doesn't care about Kim Jong-jung who was kicked. They take the elevator and take the stairs. In an instant, everyone disappeared.

Kim Jong-jung was also supported by his mother and ran back home.

"Cool!"

With a kick, Long Ao felt refreshed.

Kuang Tianyou looked at this kind of mischievous fellow with a smile, and felt quite interesting.

The farce was over and everyone went home.

The next few days passed peacefully.

Kim Zheng-jung's goal of making money by opening the altar was achieved, and Xiaoqian stopped making trouble.

What Long Ao had ordered didn't arrive. These days, Long Ao was so bored that he set up a company and planned to invest in real estate on the other side.

Long Ao had already thought up the name, and it was called Yida Real Estate, with a million or so, enough for Aaron to set up the company's airs, and the company manager must be king.

Tomorrow is the third day.

Long Ao, who is salting fish at home, reveals the true nature of the zombie, and looks at the resentment, resentment, and yin that are beginning to gather in the sky outside the window with zombie eyes, and his mouth begins to droole unconsciously.

It's a pity that the current Qi has not been fully condensed, just one day, Long Ao can afford to wait.

the next day.

"Wow, that's exaggerated!"

Early in the morning, Long Ao got up and began to observe the qi in his mind. As a result, when he looked up, it was broad daylight, and the resentment, grievance, and yin qi in the sky directly covered the top with dark clouds.

Condensed together and pressed down, it feels like you can touch it with your hand.

"There is something wrong with this world, and the ghost gate is not so outrageously sinister!"

"Hey, this damn guy, remind him not to choose today's practice of opening the altar!"

As soon as Long Ao upstairs lowered his head, he saw that guy Jin Zhengzhong who was setting up an altar at the entrance of Jiajia Building.

The altar was made to look decent, and the paper and ingots on the ground were placed all over the floor.

"With such a big battle, it seems that a lot of ghosts will be attracted tonight, and it's okay, just a good meal."

Chapter 50

The ceremony downstairs is still going on, and the sky has gradually darkened.

The moment the sun goes down.

got windy.

"Hey, do you feel something is wrong!"

"It seems that something is wrong. It was so stuffy just now, but it was so cold when it got dark."

It's a pity that the people next to the altar are all ordinary people, and none of them have opened their eyes.

Otherwise, they would see a large group of lonely ghosts attracted by the ghost paper candles, circling around them.

Fortunately, the time has not yet come, and the more vicious ones have not yet come out.

roof.

"I suck!"

Long Ao who was in the room showed his zombie's true form, opened his mouth and inhaled forcefully, and he directly swallowed all kinds of filthy air in the sky.

Instantly, a feeling of fullness filled his voice.

All kinds of grievances, grievances, and yin qi in Sanpori are mixed, and the filthy qi is empty and unreal, but he has a lot of it.

The filthy air emerging from the world is endless, and what Long Ao, a small four-generation zombie, has absorbed is just a drop in the ocean.

Even so, Long Ao could feel that his strength was constantly rising.

The super hormone mixture changed part of Long Ao's nature. After the filthy air was absorbed by the zombie blood in Long Ao's body, even that sacred power also increased.

"Sure enough, it's my zombie blood that unites the holy and the evil, and that kind of divine power is not rootless duckweed."

Long Ao had always been worried that the sacred power that made him immune to Taoism was just the effect of absorbing the mixture of sacred things.

Without the power to become the essence, there is no way to grow with yourself.

When you reach a higher level, if you can't keep up, the immune effect may be gone.

This time, with the substantial increase in power in a short period of time, it also gave Long Ao a chance to feel the composition of his own power.

From beginning to end, Long Ao's strength is only that of zombies.

I have a date with a zombie. The bloodline of the Pangu zombie is extremely domineering. Everything sucked into Long Ao's body is the nutrient for the growth of the zombie's blood.

If the holy and evil power of the Super Hormone Project hadn't been for Long Ao's method of dividing out a small amount of zombie blood and then recovering it after transformation, I am afraid that this essence would not be changed, but it would directly become the raw material for the growth of zombie blood.

Long Ao, who was smoking upstairs, didn't have time to pay attention to the group of people downstairs, but concentrated on absorbing the filth.

Just mind your own business and concentrate on improving yourself.

At first, everyone downstairs might be fine, there are no vicious ghosts in the group of ghosts, and the Yin Qi enters the body, at most they will get sick, but if people die, who can control it.

Although the surroundings were strange, Kim Jong-jung still remembered that today was the altar set up for Zhang Meiqian.

"Open the altar!"

"The sky is clear! The earth is lingering!"

Jin Zhengzhong shook the soul-inducing bell in his hand.

"Burning incense to pay respects, one invites Heavenly Master Zhang!"

"Second, Marshal Kang and Zhao!"

"Three please protect the altar general!"