Deadline: God of Zombies

Chapter 3 A man who has lived for hundreds of years, 60 years of waiting

There is a game arcade not far from the hotel, located in a remote alley.

Ma Xiaoling found this game arcade and there was an old man cleaning it.

The old man was lame in one leg and looked like an ordinary person, but Ma Xiaoling was very respectful to him and called him "Uncle Qiu".

Why is this person's name Yingqiu? He is a disciple of Zombie Taoist Chang Mao Xiaofang and is famous in the spiritual world.

Later, because he was lame in one leg, he withdrew from the fantasy world and opened a game arcade without caring about worldly affairs.

"Xiaoling, you came so early today?" He Yingqiu was surprised. He looked at Ma Xiaoling and found that there was something wrong with her walking.

"Your leg hurt?"

"I, I was poisoned last night..."

Ma Xiaoling's face turned red and she quickly covered up her strangeness.

She gritted her teeth and said: "The young senior brother of the Maoshan sect came to Xiangjiang and has evil intentions towards me."

"I fell into a trick last night and was accidentally poisoned. I originally wanted to ask you for help."

"Are you okay then?" He Yingqiu was curious: "Looking at your face being red, it doesn't look like you were poisoned!"

"..."

The corner of Ma Xiaoling's mouth twitched, and her heart was pounding when she thought of the scene last night.

She didn't explain and hurriedly changed the subject: "Uncle please, have you prepared the talismans and magic weapons I ordered from you last time?"

"Okay, you come with me."

He Yingqiu turned around and headed to the warehouse, where various items were placed.

Opening a game arcade doesn't make any money. Occasionally, I make some talismans or magic weapons and sell them to monks in Xiangjiang.

"Xiao Ling, these are the things you want."

He Yingqiu took out a package and said with a smile: "It's time for you to pay me. I haven't even paid back the last credit card!"

Ma Xiaoling curled her lips and said, "Please give me a discount, uncle. How about giving me [-]% off?"

"No, up to [-]% off!"

"How about [-]% off?"

"Twenty percent off..."

"make a deal!"

Ma Xiaoling took the package without giving any chance to respond.

He Yingqiu was helpless: "Everything I give you is a friendly price. Every time you either charge it on credit or ask for a discount, I lose money!"

“Girl, you’ve made a lot of money cleaning people, why are you still so money-obsessed!”

"Ahem, I have more money to spend as a woman."

Ma Xiaoling smiled awkwardly and took out the money to pay the bill.

He Yingqiu collected the money and looked up at the deepest part of the warehouse. There was a portrait hanging on the wall, an embroidered spring knife, and Feiyu clothes hanging on a hanger.

He took out three sticks of incense to worship and bowed towards the portrait.

"Uncle, who is the person in this portrait?" Ma Xiaoling was surprised and looked at the portrait. There was only a figure from behind, standing proudly on the top of the mountain.

This man is tall and straight, wearing a flying fish suit, with a spring knife embroidered across his waist.

Obviously, the embroidered spring knife and clothes placed here belong to the man in the portrait!

Whether it's the knife or the clothes, they are not stained by dust, and He Yingqiu wipes them every day.

Ma Xiaoling was curious: "Uncle Qiu, you have been worshiping him for so many years. Is this person the ancestor of your family?"

"no!"

He Yingqiu shook his head and explained: "He is a senior. I followed the master 60 years ago and met him once!"

"Since my master, I have been worshiping this person..."

"He said that he will come to me in 60 years and get back the Xiuchun Dao and Feiyu suit..." After hearing this,

Ma Xiaoling was startled.

"These are things from the Ming Dynasty. Could it be that he is from the Ming Dynasty?"

"Maybe even more ancient!" He Yingqiu's eyes were complicated, with a mixture of awe, admiration, and a hint of confusion.

"The only thing that is certain is that he has lived for at least hundreds of years, from the Ming Dynasty to the present!"

"This person is unfathomable. When he first saw me, he saw that I hated evil. He once told me that there are good and bad people, and there are also good and bad monsters. He said that if I didn't know how to adapt, I would be interrupted by zombies in the future. leg!"

"But I was arrogant back then and was very dissatisfied with this, until I actually encountered a zombie later..."

Having said this, He Yingqiu sighed: "He knew my fate a long time ago. He even predicted my leg being broken by a zombie!"

Ma Xiaoling secretly smacked her tongue, hearing Uncle Qiu mention this matter for the first time.

She only knew that after Qiu Shu became lame, his personality changed drastically and he no longer interfered with matters in the spiritual world.

"Who is this man? Has he really lived hundreds of years?"

Ma Xiaoling was surprised and doubtful: "If he lived for so long, how strong would his cultivation be, and how could he predict the future..."

He Yingqiu shook his head: "I don't know either. Master was very respectful to him when he saw him and didn't mention his name!"

"And he looks young, only about 20 years old. I can't imagine that this person has lived for hundreds of years."

"Perhaps his cultivation has taken part in nature and has reached the state of rejuvenation!"

"I have been waiting for him for 60 years. This year is the appointed time. I don't know if he will show up."

Ma Xiaoling was stunned, feeling incredible.

"If he is so powerful, he should be famous all over the world, but why haven't I heard of this person?"

"Your aunt knows that he appeared once 60 years ago."

Speaking of this, He Yingqiu shuddered. He had seen that scene with his own eyes!
"This person is taboo. Most of the people who know about it have died of old age. For example, your aunt may not have told you. After all, he is too mysterious."

"And 60 years ago, a war of gods broke out, which almost affected the Three Realms and Six Paths. It was also related to him..."

Ma Xiaoling remained silent, feeling a storm in her heart.

Killing hundreds of thousands of troops by one person?
Battle of the gods?

I have never heard of these, and they have not been circulated in the spiritual world, indicating that they have been deliberately blocked!

She looked at the portrait and looked at the back in the painting, and Su Mu's appearance could not help but appear in her mind...

"Strange, why do I think of that man? Did I fall in love with him?"

Ma Xiaoling blushed and quickly shook her head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind.

I don't know why, looking at the portrait reminds me of Su Mu, and Ma Xiaoling doesn't dare to stay any longer.

"Please uncle, I'll leave first..."

She said hello and turned to leave.

He Yingqiu was surprised. He always felt that Xiaoling was acting strange today.

Without thinking too much, He Yingqiu burned three sticks of incense, then gently wiped it with the embroidered spring knife. He repeated this action every day.

Not long after Ma Xiaoling left, a person came to the game hall again and stood outside the warehouse door.

He Yingqiu didn't look back and said calmly: "If you want to play games, turn it on by yourself."

"I don't play games, I'm here to get my things back."

He Yingqiu shuddered. This voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He turned around suddenly and saw a young man standing at the door. He was about 20 years old, handsome and handsome. This man was Su Mu!
"It's you……"

He Yingqiu's eyes widened. The appearance of the man in front of him was exactly the same as 60 years ago.

Back then, he was just a young man, and now he is old, while Su Mu is still so young, and the years have left no trace.

(End of this chapter)