"Ahd, co up."
Lu Wenwu and Da Bao lifted a simple stretcher.
Judging by the earthy yellow color of the bandages on it...
It was obvious they were freshly made.
Ahd lay down honestly, glancing at the bandages underneath with tears in his eyes.
His precious Ramses II vintage, distressed, limited edition collectible bandages!
Aiken removed his armor and changed into the previous red bishop’s robe.
Zhang Sijia put on a black robe and hung a cross pretentiously on her chest.
"Rember our identities, we are missionaries traveling from the West, and our companion and we are badly injured and need a place to rest, don’t accidentally slip up," Lu Wenwu planned to solve the problem with wit this ti.
When not knowing who the enemy is, deliberately appearing weak, and then when they attack, rise from the coffin and headbutt them to death!
The plan was very perfect!
...
In the deep mountains and forests, at a rarely visited mountain peak, an old withered man was sitting cross-legged in a cave behind a confusing array.
The elder wore a tattered Daoist robe, and his dirty hair, unwashed for countless years, was tied into a rough bun.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, showing an intense disbelief in his bloodshot eyes.
"The first batch of tools I’ve created... have died?"
He couldn’t help but stand up, deeply frowning.
The aged, desiccated face constantly shifted expressions, eyes trembling.
"Is another mutant descending? No, it shouldn’t be, how could those useless mutants possess such powerful abilities?"
"Or is it... that old thing finally can’t restrain themselves and wants to break through their own shackles and start hunting?"
"No way, for the sake of caution, I need to probe a bit."
Muttering to himself, the old Daoist took out a copper-rusted Three Pristine Bell from his filthy robe, shaking it with a jingling sound.
Soon, heavy footsteps sounded.
Stiff humanoid figures with blue faces and tusks appeared outside the cave.
These were cursed zombie puppets, created by sealing and refining the soul with evil techniques, supplented by blood and Yin Qi.
Not only possessing most of the traits of zombies, but they could also use so abilities from when they were alive, extrely powerful!
"Go, launch a random attack on Longevity Village, make as much noise as possible, and leave one or two to report back." Said the old Daoist sinisterly, "Just so this old Daoist can test the abilities of these mutant zombie puppets."
Then, with a violent shake of the bell, more than twenty zombies turned instantly, sprinting fiercely down the mountain.
After doing all this, the old Daoist strolled leisurely into the depths of the cave.
Skulls and white bones piled into mountains, sticky flesh churned continuously in a pool, a pungent bloody sll wafting.
He lifted the lid of a stone stove, taking out... two hard, cold buns!
After hesitating for a mont, the old Daoist took a bite.
From his labored chewing and grimaced expression, it seed this thing didn’t taste good.
It was choking!
He had to dip it in the hot and sticky blood from the pool to swallow it with difficulty.
While swallowing, the old Daoist silently pondered whether he should add a few more functions to the zombie puppets to improve his quality of life?
If it continued like this, he feared he wouldn’t even get a glimpse of the Dao before the harsh conditions of wilderness survival would shatter his Dao heart.
The dry food and toilet paper were also used up; tomorrow, he must have the zombies loot so back.
Maybe grab so seasonings and side dishes too...
...
At the entrance of Longevity Village, a peculiarly styled group of people attracted the high attention of the villagers.
The highest intelligence agency at the village entrance discussed it fervently, gathering many gossiping grandmothers.
Zhang Sijia, sweet-looking and gentle, was negotiating with an elder in the village who seed highly respected.
"...That’s the situation, grandpa, could you let us stay temporarily in the village? We are willing to pay the villagers silver coins as rent for the houses."
"Of course, there are a few vacant houses left in the village,"
The elder stroked his dry beard, showing a kindly expression.
"However, these houses were left by Old Liu before he passed away. As long as you don’t mind the inauspiciousness, you can stay as long as you want."
"Certainly, we don’t mind," Zhang Sijia said softly, "You are truly a generous and kind elder, and I suppose the villagers, like you, have compassionate hearts, hence the long life!"
Upon hearing this, the elder was even more delighted, his smile growing broader.
His gaze swept over the five people and one dog, comnting cheerfully, "Dazhu, guide our guests to the houses Old Liu left, and fetch so bedding and firewood from the village chief’s place."
"Alright, got it!"
A solid and dark-skinned man walked quickly over from the side, sounding sowhat excited.
"Gentlen, please... follow this way!"
Lu Wenwu glanced at the white-bearded old man, said nothing, and simply followed Dazhu quietly.
On the way, Dazhu occasionally turned around, his practically unrestrained hungry gaze at Zhang Sijia, swallowing his saliva.
Understandably so.
Zhang Sijia was originally an octopus turned demon; even after transforming into human form, she retained her body’s moisture and softness.
Coupled with the black nun robe, the pure and adorable look and the hot, alluring figure clashed with the symbol of abstinence and mysterious religious beliefs, creating a powerful, contrasting allure.
It wasn’t just Dazhu; even those peasants heading ho, regardless of age, slowed their steps, sneaking peeks at Zhang Sijia without hesitation.
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