Boundless Sky

"You are playing... threesome?"

Looking at the bookstore owner and the woman in white clothes who were fighting together on the ground, he glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was standing aside holding a large number of seals, and Cheng Hao had a playful look on his face.

Two zombies fighting each other, although they were rookies pecking at each other, it was the first time he saw this kind of sight.

Seeing Cheng Hao walk in, Xu Qinglang put away the Fu Zhuan in his hand, and then patted the bookstore owner who was pressing on the woman in white.

"Xu Le, get up, there are professionals here."

The young bookstore owner named Xu Le gave Xu Qinglang a surprised look. After the other party nodded to confirm, he stood up a little bit hesitantly, but the movements on his hands were not slack. The black blade-like nails pulled the white clothes. The woman's arm looks like she will not let go.

"The errand is really a low-hearted man. He touched people and made them belittle; he also poke them with that terrible hideous thing, and he still hurts very much now, and his skin is broken, so he turned around. He didn't admit it, and angered others because of his original match."

The woman in white was weeping and muttering to herself, miserable and miserable. When paired with the white dress that is almost clothed on her now, it makes me feel pity.

This look so pitiful to me is probably extremely lethal to most men, but Cheng Hao, who can see through the nature of the zombie at a glance, turned a blind eye to this, instead focusing on the bookstore. The boss.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, have you all become ghosts?"

"Temporary, just temporary workers!" The bookstore owner's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head embarrassedly.

Cheng Hao smiled and fixed his eyes on the woman in white.

"The evil spirit of this body has to be at least a hundred years old? Where did you go to dig the grave?"

The bookstore owner gave Cheng Hao a helpless look, then stretched out his hand to Xu Qinglang, "You have to ask him, this female corpse is his wife!"

"Oh?"

Cheng Hao was really shocked this time, playing so much? Necrophilia?

"Don't listen to him nonsense!"

Xu Qinglang's face was flushed, and he quickly stepped forward to explain. After a while, Cheng Hao nodded somewhat clearly.

"In other words, the ghost of this female corpse has gone to the underworld, leaving such a corpse for you to burn in a certain time next year. But in the end, this female corpse was born with spiritual wisdom and was unwilling to wait for death. So rebelled?"

"Yes, Brother Cheng, it's such a thing, what do you think should be done with her?" Xu Qinglang nodded quickly and asked.

"Since Lingzhi has been born, keep it!"

Cheng Hao nodded indifferently, a little zombie who was just born with wit, it was not a threat. After contacting the monster race in the world of the sun god, he did not resist the aliens too much.

"But after all, this is a zombie with a two-hundred-year-old evil spirit. If it loses control in the future, I am afraid that the creatures in the surrounding tens of miles will suffer." Bookstore owner Xu Le frowned, as if he wanted to do it once and for all. It would be best if you can kill the female corpse in front of you directly.

"What you said makes sense."

Cheng Hao's expression was flat, his eyes swept across the bookstore owner's body, and his tone was somewhat indifferent.

"The name Xu Le shouldn't be your real name, right? What is your real name?"

"My real name?"

The bookstore owner stiffened when he heard this, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Cheng Hao unblinkingly.

"Zhou Ze, my name is Zhou Ze!"

Zhou Ze?

Cheng Hao glanced at the opponent thoughtfully, a white light flickered in his left eye, and the power of luck on the top of the opponent's head was really seen in his eyes.

One strand, only one strand of the power of black air transport as thick as a thumb, not to mention the transformation of air transport into a dragon, even the formation of air transport cannot be achieved.

"This product is really the protagonist? How do you feel that this luck is not much better than me?"

Although Zhou Ze, the suspected protagonist, is a little bit pitiful in his heart, but for some reason, Cheng Hao has a dark feeling in his heart. Even the protagonist of one world is so lucky. It seems that he is not in Cheng Hao. It's too bad.

"It's no wonder that there is so little luck. This wild protagonist named Zhou Ze has died more than once. This is not the first time he borrowed a corpse to resurrect him. It seems that multiple deaths have consumed most of his luck. "

After getting to know Zhou Ze’s details, Cheng Hao cancelled the magical powers of his left eye. How the opponent died and how he was resurrected. He didn’t want to know the messy cause and effect involved. He was too lazy to know. Take care of it.

After straightening out the relationship between the few people in front of him, Cheng Hao didn't talk nonsense at the moment, raising his hand and keeping it on the brow of the corpse in white clothes.

The face of the female corpse in white showed horror, and her figure was constantly struggling. Her graceful figure was like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, full of endless charm.

However, Cheng Hao remained unmoved. In the next second, the power of the soul followed the index finger into the female corpse's eyebrows and turned into a small soul vortex, gently pulling out in the sea of ​​knowledge!

Immediately afterwards, a strand of something resembling a red earthworm was pulled out from the center of the female corpse's eyebrows, and Cheng Hao held it in his palm. It was warm and moist, not slippery.

This is the soul blood of zombies. Zombies are not in the five elements, do not enter into reincarnation, and there is no soul. But since spiritual wisdom can be born, there must be soul blood. This is also the core thing of zombies. Without soul blood, then It is no different from The Walking Dead.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Seeing that more than half of the soul blood was forcibly drawn out by a mysterious man, the originally struggling female corpse was directly frightened to the ground. She had survived the subterranean evil spirit for more than two hundred years before she gave birth to Lingzhi. So dead.

Any intelligent life has the instinct to survive, even if she is just a zombie, but it is no exception.

Putting the soul blood in his hands into the pocket of his jacket, Cheng Hao squatted halfway on the ground, looking at the white-clothed female corpse curled up on the floor with a carefree expression. I have to say that although the female corpse is full of evil spirits, but looks It is true that there is a trace of charm in the purity, and now lying on the ground pitifully, it gives people a pleasure after wanton abuse.

"what's your name?"

"Bai Yingying."

"Bai Chi Chi?"

Cheng Hao frowned. For some reason, he suddenly became a little irritable, and a sudden urge to punch the strange impulse in front of him suddenly surged in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Hao stood up, and when Xu Qinglang was about to prepare breakfast for him, his figure suddenly stiffened, and then, a touch of joy involuntarily revealed on his face.

In Cheng Hao's induction, an invisible power lingered on him. This power was somewhat similar to incense, but it did not have the idea of ​​incense and mixed defects, similar to the merits in myths and legends.

It's just that the power of this merit is not pure, and it has a dark atmosphere. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it Yinde.

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