Zombie Contract: After the doomsday crisis, the strongest zombie is born

"In that case... I will bother you for a moment."

Qiu Sheng quickly pushed his bicycle into the courtyard and put it away, and quickly followed the woman in white.

The room was brightly lit, and the woman slowly stepped in and sat down at the round table.

Qiu Sheng smiled and sat opposite her without any hesitation.

The woman smiled, picked up the wine pot on the table, poured a glass of turbid yellow wine and handed it to Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng took the wine glass, thanked him and smelled it.

""What a nice smell!"

He smelled the unusually strong sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance and praised it secretly in his heart.

He took a sip.

The wine seemed to take away the cold feeling.

But after drinking it, he felt a little dizzy. Qiu Sheng thought it was because the wine was too strong.

""Why is the young lady's house so quiet?"

Qiu Sheng asked in confusion.

Such a large courtyard should have many servants like the Ren Mansion.

But Qiu Sheng had not seen a single person since he came in.

There was not even a personal maid in front of the woman in white.

Qiu Sheng felt very strange.

Of course, he was just trying to find a topic to chat with the woman in white.

"I like quietness. My family has moved to town."

"Basically, I'm the only one here."

The woman explained slowly.

"No wonder"

"May I ask your name, young lady?"

Qiu Sheng suddenly realized and thought to himself, no wonder

"My name is Dong Xiaoyu. If you don't mind, you can just call me Xiaoyu."The woman said softly.

"Xiaoyu?"

"Strange, why does it feel so familiar?……"

Qiu Sheng muttered to himself

"Sir, have another drink to warm yourself up."

Xiaoyu picked up the wine pot and filled Qiu Sheng's glass with wine.

"Miss Xiaoyu, if you don't mind, just call me Qiu Sheng."

The aroma of the wine in the cup brought Qiu Sheng back to his senses.

Qiu Sheng thanked him and took another sip of the wine in the cup.

The wine went down his throat, warm and comfortable.

Feeling that his body was no longer cold, Qiu Sheng stood up slowly.

He was ready to say goodbye and leave.

Although he really wanted to have something happen with Miss Xiaoyu.

But in the end, Qiu Sheng hadn't really been so obsessed with sex that he forgot about business.

Wencai was still waiting for his glutinous rice!

If he didn't go back quickly, his master would probably teach him a lesson again.

"Miss Xiaoyu, I have to say goodbye. Wencai and Master are waiting for me to go back."

"I will come to visit you another day."

Qiu Sheng swayed and walked out of the house.

"How can we walk in such heavy rain?"

"Brother Qiu Sheng should...rest for a night at Xiaoyu's house."

Xiaoyu put down her wine glass and floated lightly behind Qiu Sheng.

She leaned on Qiu Sheng's shoulder and exhaled a breath of white air from her red lips.

The white air was completely absorbed by the confused Qiu Sheng.

"Okay, I'll listen to Miss Xiaoyu and go back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow... I'll go back……"

Qiu Sheng murmured softly, and his body relaxed and fell backwards.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu reached out and helped him back to the round table.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was completely confused, Xiaoyu sat opposite, but fell into deep thought.

A few days ago, when Qiu Sheng was setting up an incense array around the grave of Old Master Ren, he accidentally woke her up from her deep sleep.

Grateful for Qiu Sheng who put a few sticks of incense in front of her grave, Xiaoyu had some good feelings for him at that time.

From then on, Xiaoyu had the idea of living with Qiu Sheng.

Unexpectedly, this opportunity came two days later.

There was a thunderstorm, and the courtyard was brightly lit, but everything was just a trick.

Qiu Sheng didn't drink fine wine, but the yin energy she condensed.

Xiaoyu approached the sleeping Qiu Sheng and was about to absorb all his yang energy.

She thought that Qiu Sheng would be able to be with her forever after his death.

Just when she was about to do this.

A figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

She thought about the words said by the young man who suddenly appeared that day.

"The future and destiny all depend on your thoughts."

This sentence began to echo in her mind.

What future and destiny, what future can a lonely ghost have?

She had not taken this sentence to heart before.

But at this moment.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was defenseless in his sleep.

Dong Xiaoyu hesitated.

Along the way, Ren Tingting wanted to say a few words to Luo Yuan.

But every time, she finally mustered up the courage, but couldn't say it when the words came to her lips.

She looked at Luo Yuan many times, and every time her eyes met, she couldn't help but feel shy and looked away.

Seeing that the outline of the charity cemetery appeared not far away.

Ren Tingting became anxious.

She bit her lip and stepped in front of Luo Yuan.

"You...you haven't told me your name yet!"

Ren Tingting asked softly.

After that, she held her face with both hands and felt her cheeks getting hot.

Luo Yuan stopped and looked at the shy girl in front of him.

"Luo Yuan.

He said lightly

"Luo Yuan?"

"This name is really nice."

Ren Tingting said softly

"So, how old are you this year?"

"Um, I mean, can I call you Brother Luo Yuan?"

Now that she had spoken, Ren Tingting became a little bolder.

She asked cautiously, trying to get closer to each other.

Luo Yuan glanced at her indifferently and did not answer the question.

As the Zombie King, he could hardly remember the years he had lived.

In the end, time had no meaning to him.

""Go ahead, the charity cemetery is in front."

Luo Yuan said softly.

Ren Tingting was stunned for a moment, and her mood suddenly became very lost.

The indifference in Luo Yuan's eyes made her feel that she couldn't get close to him.

She stopped talking and walked towards the charity cemetery in frustration.���

The sense of security that Luo Yuan brought her might only exist when she was with Uncle Jiu.

"Will we meet again?"

Ren Tingting did not ask this question.

She was afraid that if she asked, the other party would give a negative answer. It was not until Ren Tingting walked into the charity cemetery that Luo Yuan withdrew his gaze.

A breeze blew by. Luo

Yuan's figure was in a trance and disappeared under the shade of the tree.

"Stop for what?!"

""Move! Move your whole body. Move if you don't want to become a piece of solid wood! You can't stop!"

Uncle Jiu shouted sternly.

He used the bamboo cane in his hand to whip Wencai's buttocks hard while he was sleeping.

The force of this whipping was unambiguous.

Under normal circumstances, Wencai would have jumped up and cried out in pain on the spot.

At this moment, the sleeping Wencai just scratched his buttocks and stood up slowly."What will happen if we stop?"

Wencai yawned and asked in confusion.

"It will get hard if you stop!"

"Hard means stiff, stiff means hard, and then you will become a zombie."

Uncle Jiu said calmly.

"ah!"

"What should I do? Master!"

Wencai shouted in panic

"What should I do? When you become a zombie, I will let Qiu Sheng kill you with one sword."

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you move quickly?"

Uncle Jiu scolded

"It's strange, it's been so long, and Qiu Sheng hasn't come back yet. Could this boy be possessed by a ghost?"

It was almost evening.

Logically, Qiu Sheng should have brought Miss Ren back to the charity cemetery.

But up to now, they haven't appeared yet.