389: Chapter 0390: The Living Dead 389: Chapter 0390: The Living Dead In the garden complex in Jiangbei, the master bedroom of the apartnt where Zhang Dongliang and Liu Ying lived, the couple had not yet rested.
Ever since Zhang Wei’s death, and after his body mysteriously disappeared from the morgue at Jinling Hospital, the hospital staff and the police had investigated for a long ti but still hadn’t found Zhang Wei’s missing body.
At the cetery where that empty coffin lay, Zhang Dongliang and his wife still carried out the usual burial ceremony for Zhang Wei, even though the tombstone in that cetery in Jiangbei was empty.
However, Zhang Wei and Liu Ying knew that their son was gone forever.
The couple put aside their longing for their son, because as the only child, and given their age, they wanted to conceive another child, whether a brother or sister for Zhang Wei, as soon as possible.
This was Zhang Wei’s dying wish, which was precisely what Zhang Dongliang and Liu Ying had in mind as well.
After taking care of Zhang Wei’s funeral affairs, they began their efforts to conceive again the following night.
Even tonight, despite Zhang Dongliang feeling sowhat exhausted, he continued on without stopping as long as Liu Ying was not yet certain that she was pregnant.
After their panting ceased, Liu Ying said, “Did you hire an assassin for our son?”
“I did.
It cost ten million.”
Zhang Dongliang had posted the bounty on the Assassins Alliance on the day Zhang Wei died.
What he hadn’t expected was that soone had already spent over five million to hire a grade A assassin to kill Ye Qiu, only to fail in the end.
Therefore, the bounty for assassinating Ye Qiu had now exceeded five million and had reached the ten-million milestone.
The mission to assassinate Ye Qiu had been taken up by an assassin, but Zhang Dongliang had no idea when Ye Qiu would be killed.
“I heard that Ye Qiu bought a house in Jiangnan, living a perfectly good life.
Why hasn’t the assassin killed him yet?”
The better Ye Qiu’s life was, the more jealous Liu Ying beca.
Because her son was once like Ye Qiu, but now Zhang Wei was dead while Ye Qiu was becoming more formidable.
“If it were that easy to kill Ye Qiu, he wouldn’t have survived until now,” Zhang Dongliang said.
Liu Ying felt this was true, but she still clearly rembered Zhang Wei’s last words; she naturally hoped that Ye Qiu would soon join her son.
…
In a standalone five-story building in Jinling Jiangnan, inside and out, it was all covered with black cloth, preventing sunlight from coming in and blocking the wind outside.
If anyone saw the figure inside, they would be extrely surprised.
Because the person sitting in that elderly recliner was none other than Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei lay on that recliner, motionless, yet the recliner rocked back and forth on its own.
In the darkness of the room, Zhang Wei appeared no different from before.
But Zhang Wei knew that although he seed alive, he was already dead.
His body was no longer his own, he had only soul consciousness left, and so he rembered everything that happened before.
Now, during daylight, he couldn’t go outside, be exposed to the sun, be touched by the wind, get rained on, eat anything, or drink water.
His body had long since rotted and decayed, his blood turned black, his eyes dim.
He could live indefinitely, but in his eyes, it was a fate worse than death.
Zhang Wei only knew that he had been brought here by two n, one in his forties and the other in his fifties, who didn’t seem like ordinary Han people but more like Miao people.
However, he had never left his room since; always hiding behind the black drapes.
If they were pulled aside and the sunlight stread in, even the slightest exposure would burn like being scorched by hot coals, making his whole body tremble with pain.
Since then, he dared not pull open the black drapes anymore.
However, he still had no idea why those two had turned him into this—neither dead nor alive.
In his view, he was a living dead man.
After realizing his condition, Zhang Wei felt that he could not end up like this by any ans, preferring to beco a corpse completely devoid of soul consciousness.
But after so thought, Zhang Wei knew that he still had a reason to live on, and that was to kill Ye Qiu and all his relatives and friends, including Ye Qiu’s won.
Zhang Wei lied down with closed eyes on the rocking chair for the elderly, which rhythmically swayed on its own—a spell he seed to have gained after becoming undead.
Even without touching anything, he could still carry out other actions.
“Old man, when can I go out?”
Zhang Wei asked upon seeing the man, who was over fifty, return.
His voice was now deep and hoarse, sounding quite terrifying.
“It’s not the ti yet, eat this first,”
said the old man after giving him a glance.
The initial reason for stealing Zhang Wei’s body and turning him into this was because he was born on a Yin Year, Yin Month, Yin Day, and Yin Hour.
People born at such tis either have very good luck or very bad luck.
However, in the old man’s view, Zhang Wei was the perfect candidate for transformation into an undead.
Last ti, when they found that corpse in the garbage, and turned it into the undead, it was by harnessing the soul consciousness of a rooster to bring it back to life.
But ultimately, that undead was best disposed of by burning it with fire.
And the one who did that, after the old man looked into it, was none other than Ye Qiu, the one who bore a grudge against Zhang Wei.
In the old man’s view, that young man must be a spell master who knew his craft well; otherwise, how could he use high temperatures to incinerate his opponent?
“Your previous brother was killed by high temperatures used by your enemy!”
the old man stated.
“Ye Qiu?”
At the thought of Ye Qiu, a hateful and furious look appeared in Zhang Wei’s eyes, as if he could devour him whole.
The old man nodded and said, “In the future, if you encounter high temperatures, you must flee at all costs; otherwise, it’s a dead end.”
The old man then handed Zhang Wei a bowl of what looked like disgustingly wriggling worms, instructing him to eat them first.
Zhang Wei had eaten them a few tis before and knew they were parasites living inside his internal organs.
The existence of him and these parasites was mutually dependent, as the substances produced by the parasites allowed him to continue living while they infested his body like parasites within it.
After Zhang Wei swallowed everything, the old man took the bowl back and said, “The deathly aura on you is faint but heavy.
My junior and I must first find a way to eliminate it before you can go out.
Otherwise, you might still be discovered by those masters, and your fate will be the sa as your previous brother’s.”
The deathly aura on Zhang Wei had been expelled several tis by the old man’s spell, but it wouldn’t be long before it reappeared.
Naturally, this was because the organs in Zhang Wei’s body were already decayed and rotten.
No matter the spell, the deathly aura would still erge.
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