Zombie Prince, Killer Concubine

"Ah …" Junior Martial Uncle... Young Master, did you hear that? " A young, trembling voice came from the bushes by the roadside.

"Hua …"

A burst of noise came from the bushes not far from the sound. An angry man's voice sounded: "What are you shouting for? It's not like I'm dead, so there's no need to shout 'soul'! "

"..." Junior Martial Uncle, aren't you cold? Why don't we come back another day? "

The tender voice was obviously nervous, causing people to feel tender towards him.

However, there seemed to be people who refused to buy it.

"Humph!"

A Daoist priest wearing a black daoist robe with a full beard suddenly stood up. As he brushed away the branches and flowers on his body, he let out a cold snort.

A four or five-year-old Daoist boy stood up. He didn't care about the leaves and vines on his body as he rushed to his Martial Uncle's side. He held his Martial Uncle's thigh with both hands and raised his head to look at his Martial Uncle with tears in his eyes and said, "My Martial Uncle, the wind is blowing. It's cold!"

The Daoist looked at the thin and shivering Daoist boy in front of him and scolded, "Who told you to secretly follow me? You deserve to die from the cold! "

The little Daoist felt a bit wronged and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, I really want to see the rare high quality zombie that you said you met once in a hundred years. Since you're not willing to bring me along, then I can only secretly follow you!"

[It took me so much effort to keep up with you. Can you stop being so fierce?] The little Daoist said to himself.

Hmph, you think you can see the top quality zombies just because you want to?" The Daoist priest could not help but roll his eyes and stoop down to pick up the young Daoist in his arms.

The little Daoist's young and tender voice once again sounded out, "Junior master, what kind of zombie is a top-grade zombie? "Is it very strong?"

"Zombies of high quality are naturally different from ordinary zombies!" You idiot! " The Junior Martial Uncle's disdainful words came out, but unexpectedly, he met the young Daoist's aggrieved gaze.

"Ordinary zombies are a bit ugly, and they are afraid of the sun, so their movements aren't very nimble. And the top-grade zombies that I mentioned don't have these problems. " The Junior Martial Uncle had no choice but to explain.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Isn't that more or less like a person!?" The little Daoist comprehended.

"If his cultivation experience went a bit deeper, he might not be able to recognize that he's a zombie even while walking on the streets in a sunny day." The Junior Martial Uncle felt that he was becoming more and more loving, yet he actually patiently explained so much.

"Zombies drink blood, but why haven't I heard about it from the people around us?" the little Daoist asked again.

"That's because he doesn't drink blood!"

Facing these hundred thousand 'why' juniors, the Junior Martial Uncle was very tired. He had no choice but to explain, lest the demon note pierce his ears again.

"Zombies are divided into bloodsucking and non-bloodsucking groups! Sigh, stop asking so many questions. When you grow up, you will naturally know a lot of things! If a child thinks too much, he will easily lose his mind! " Before the little cultivator could ask again, the Junior Martial Uncle said.

"Aren't you surprised? Why don't these zombies look any different from zombies? " The little Daoist stopped talking, and the Junior Martial Uncle could not help but ask.

The little Daoist didn't answer and instead asked, "Are there many of these zombies?"

The young martial uncle replied, "Of course not! If so, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Your Martial Uncle just happened to bump into him a while ago. If it wasn't for those bastards from Supreme Purity Monastery, that zombie would have long been in your Martial Uncle's possession! "

"Is it hard to catch?" The little Daoist asked in a good manner, as if he was asking something he did not understand.

The young martial uncle answered with some sadness: "It's difficult, his speed is not normal, but luckily his mind isn't very good. Previously, he seemed to be operating in this part of the forest, but recently, he seems to not be here anymore! "

"If that's the case, then … Then, let's return to our sect! " The little Daoist suggested again.

"How can that be? I've already promised my Master and the other senior brothers that if I can't catch that zombie, I won't go back!" Zhou Yuge rejected.

Zhou Yuge raised his head to look at the sky, then looked at the young Daoist in his arms and said, "It's almost dawn. It seems like we won't be able to wait for him tonight! Let's go back to the inn and sleep first! "

"Great!" The little Daoist cheered and then whispered to Zhou Yuge, "Junior Master, can I eat a bowl of noodles first before going to sleep?"

"Sure!" Zhou Yuge readily agreed.

"Then can I eat another five meat buns?" The little Daoist immediately jumped onto his rod.

Zhou Yuge said somewhat angrily, "Lin You, stop being so arrogant with me. Be careful that I don't even give you a single grain of rice!"

"Humph..." "You're so petty!" The little Daoist boy called Lin You grumbled in dissatisfaction.

As the Daoists left, Lin Zhaojun and the beauty rolled off a flourishing tree.

"Sigh!" Beauty, are you afraid of Taoists? " Lin Zhijun curiously asked the person beside him as he flexed his limbs.

The beauty shot Lin Zhaojun a look of disdain before she turned and left.

Lin Zhaojun followed closely behind. He looked at the beauty's clothes in a trance and suddenly felt that the beauty's clothes were somewhat similar to the Dragon Robe that Ye Lifeng wore.

As the two Daoists conversed, a thought flashed through Lin Zhaojun's mind. He asked, "Beauty, the two Daoists just now were talking about you, right?"

The beautiful woman remained silent. However, Lin Zhijun was very sure that this unusual beauty in front of him was a 'top-grade zombie'. Otherwise, why would the beauty suddenly hide herself and wait for the two Taoists to leave before coming out?

Why would Lin Zhaojun accept this "zombie" so quickly?

If, for example, he was a staunch materialist, and one day he knew he was dead and had succeeded in traveling through another unknown time and place, then there was no point in making such a fuss about the appearance of a zombie or a ghost or something in his own world, was there?

"Hey, beauty, did you become a zombie after dying or were you accidentally bitten by a zombie?"

"It should take years to become a zombie. You've been dead for thousands of years, right? Do you have your own clothes now? From the looks of it, you're wearing a python robe, right? Before he died, he should have been of royal lineage, right? "Un, I'm guessing it's at least a prince …"

Lin Zhaojun felt like he had just been possessed by a little Daoist. One after another, he began to wonder why he had suddenly arrived so quickly. Lin Zhijun didn't expect a response from a beauty like her. It was just that he was bored to the core along the way, so he decided to have some fun.

"Shut up!" Lin Zhijun suddenly heard a hoarse shout. He looked around but didn't see anyone. After a moment of surprise, he suddenly became excited.

Ah!" Beauty, were you talking just now? " Lin Zhaojun once again received the beauty's supercilious looks, but this time the beauty's face was also filled with surprise.

"Ah …" You can talk! It's so magical? In the past, you wouldn't have said a word! Say a few more words! " Lin Zhaojun suggested excitedly.

After a moment of silence, the beautiful woman seemed to understand Lin Zhaojun's meaning. She opened her mouth to speak, but could only utter a string of "AHH" as if the word 'Shut up' was an illusion of Lin Zhaojun's.