A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 22 I don’t want a sword like yours

"It's too much. After all, I am one of the top geniuses in the family, but you actually look down on me like this. No matter what happens today, I will catch a zombie and take it back. Even if I can't catch a zombie, I can still catch a zombie."

On the spacious and dilapidated street, a little boy of about five or six years old, wearing a yellow and black robe, with fair skin and a voluptuous face, walked forward with an angry look on his face.He wore a yellow and black hat with yin and yang pictures and text, and hung a Bagua mirror that was larger than his small body around his neck. He hugged him once or twice when he left, looking very tired.The little boy also had a small wooden sword hanging from his waist, which looked like a child's toy.

The boy looked around until he heard the sound of fighting inside an abandoned steel mill when he passed by it, and ran in without any hesitation.The little boy was also careful and did not run in rashly. Instead, he hid at the door and observed secretly.

When he saw the two people fighting inside, the boy's eyes widened.

until……

Wen Qiao, who was fighting with Fu Lao Wu, suddenly drew a talisman in the air. The golden talisman shone brightly in the blue factory. With a slight push from her, the talisman flew towards Fu Lao Wu and sank into Fu Lao Wu's body. Fu Laowu, who was attacked by the spell, felt a burning discomfort all over his body. He looked at Wen Qiao. "what have you done?"

"Well, I just want to see if the talisman used to deal with ghosts can be useful on zombies." Wen Qiao said. The result is as you can imagine. Zombies are still corpses after all. Even though they are different from ghosts, the aura and morality on the talisman will still make zombies angry. Feeling uncomfortable.

"Try the corpse-fixing talisman." As he said that, Wen Qiao drew another golden talisman in the air and pushed it towards Fu Laowu. Fu Laowu, who had suffered a loss before, had no time to avoid and was hit by another talisman. This one The spell eventually made him unable to move, and he could only stand there in a dodging posture.

"It seems to be useful. Can you try your superpower to see if it can break this spell?" Wen Qiao suggested. Fu Laowu looked gloomy. After hearing Wen Qiao's words, he reluctantly used his superpower. It turned out that this power couldn't even be used.

"It can't be used." Fu Laowu said upset. Fu Laowu knew that he would lose this battle in the end. "I have lost. I want to kill or behead you, whatever you want..."

Fu Laowu looked like he was admitting defeat.

Wen Qiao's heart moved. He saw that Lao Wu was not a bad person, but she was used to doing whatever she wanted. But she was short of money now!
Wen Qiao was confused.

Fu Laowu saw Wen Qiao's hesitation and sneered: "I advise you not to let me go, otherwise I will come to you to settle the debt sooner or later."

Wen Qiao didn't pay attention to Fu Lao Wu's threat. Compared with this, she was more concerned about another issue.

"Can you tell me how you became a zombie?" she asked.

Fu Laowu looked at Wen Qiao, his eyes filled with too many incomprehensible emotions.

He said: "I advise you not to know."

Wen Qiao blinked and looked serious. "What if I must know?"

Fu Laowu: “…….”

If you don't tell me, what can you do to me?
Wen Qiao didn't ask further questions. At this moment, her thighs tightened and she lowered her head. A small, fat, yellow bag was hugging her thighs.

Wen Qiao: "?" Where did this kid come from, and why do these clothes look familiar?
Later, Wen Qiao remembered that wasn't this the Celestial Master's uniform he wore when he was conferred the title of Celestial Master?And it’s so small that it looks like an improved version at first glance.

"Sister, you are so awesome, can you accept me as your disciple?" the little pudgy boy asked with his bulging head raised.

Wen Qiao was slightly startled, rubbed the back of the child's head, and replied with two words. "No."

Are you kidding? Taking on a disciple is the most troublesome thing!
"But sister, are you really..." The boy made a powerful sound and before he could say anything, a stream of warm liquid was sprinkled on his fair and tender face. He was slightly startled, and his chubby little hand touched his cheek and placed it on his face. When I looked at it, there was a lot of blood.

The little pudgy bag was a little absent-minded, not sure if he was frightened.

"What are you doing?" Looking at the woman behind Fu Lao Wu who stabbed Fu Lao Wu's heart with a sword, Wen Qiao's expression changed and he shouted sharply.She stretched out her hand, and a fierce wind blew out, knocking the woman over.

The woman fell to the ground and screamed in pain. She looked at Wen Qiao and said, "What are you doing? I am helping you. This is a zombie and an income. You should thank me for helping you..."

"Do I need your help?" Wen Qiao said angrily. She was not paying attention to the woman, but looked at Fu Laowu. Fu Laowu still had a sword belonging to her stuck in his chest. The thought of following her Wen Qiao looked gloomy as someone else could use his own sword.

"Damn it, as my sword, I can't even tell its owner. In this case, I don't want a sword like yours." As she said that, she pulled out the sword, and with one force, the sword was She shattered into pieces.

After doing this, she looked at Fu Laowu who was kneeling on the ground.

"How does it feel?"

Wen Qiao asked worriedly, and at the same time, he circulated the zhenqi in his body and injected it into Fu Laowu's body. However, Fu Laowu was a zombie after all. Different from living people, the influx of zhenqi seemed to be lost in the sea.

"Hypocritical woman." Fu Laowu said tiredly, with a relieved smile on his lips. "Forget it, I have lived long enough, and the days of shouting and killing should be over."

"Fu Laowu..." Wen Qiao felt indescribably distressed.

"Of course zombies like to suck fresh flesh and blood, but mutated zombies are no different from normal people. Compared with fresh human flesh and blood, mutated zombies prefer the delicate and silky cocktails in nightclubs, and the smoked ones in the stalls outside. BBQ, and those fruit-flavored lollipops that cost a dollar each in the store..."

"Actually, zombies and normal people can coexist peacefully, but... forget it." Fu Laowu did not continue. His eyes were gloomy, and he looked indescribably disappointed. At the end, Fu Laowu said with despair: "Kill Let me, cut off my head. I have no ability to regenerate. Even though my heart is destroyed, my brain is still functioning. It’s so hard to wait for life to pass away. I only blame myself for being a zombie."

Wen Qiao frowned, she could understand Fu Laowu's heart.

It was just a face-to-face meeting tonight, but Wen Qiao could understand the loneliness and desire for love in Fu Laowu's heart. He didn't want to hurt that woman, but in the end what he was waiting for was the woman's ruthless attack.Wen Qiao doesn't understand. Zombies were once human beings. Why do mutated zombies suffer from the same disasters as normal people?

Is it just because of different positions?

There are zombies on one side and humans on the other.

Fu Lao Wu wanted to die, and Wen Qiao finally had to cut off Fu Lao Wu's head.

Fu Laowu, who was still able to speak before, now truly became a corpse.

(End of this chapter)