Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Colonel Kujii, would you believe me if I said there was some misunderstanding here?"

Chu Sheng forced a smile and secretly glanced at the countdown in his mind.

"Time remaining to complete the task: 5 hours and 23 minutes"

It seems I just slept for six hours, and it's almost dawn.

"Baka!" Kujiri said angrily, "Stop trying to sweet-talk me."

"I won't believe it."

Chu Sheng shrugged awkwardly. There were still five hours left.

He can't afford to fail at this crucial moment.

The problem is, how can I get him to capture me without killing me immediately?

She blinked and asked curiously, "So what do you want?"

"I'll bleed you dry so you'll be a member of headquarters forever!"

Jiujing's eyes were trembling, and blood vessels filled the white part of his eyeballs.

"Damn it!" Chu Sheng cursed inwardly. This Jiu Jing really was a ruthless madman. "Aren't you going to interrogate him?"

Jiujing shook his head and said firmly:

"Men who can refuse my wife are people with extremely strong will and conviction."

"Ordinary methods of torture won't work on you."

Chu Sheng panicked, feeling both amused and exasperated. "I'm just genuinely worried that your wife might be sick!"

Indeed, men shouldn't be too serious.

He complained, but there was nothing he could do but let two Japanese soldiers come forward and detain him.

Tolerate!

If we just hold out until dawn, those little devils will be finished.

And it was at the very moment he was escorted out of the warm chamber.

A cannonball struck the city wall with pinpoint accuracy.

bang——

A deafening roar shattered the morning silence, and the earth trembled.

buzzing-

The Japanese sirens, not to be outdone, began to blare in unison.

At this moment.

The entire headquarters was in complete chaos, like ants on a hot pan.

"Baka!"

"Tell me, are you one of your people?" Jiujing grabbed Chusheng's chin and asked.

"No, he's not one of mine. I'm just an outstanding Young Pioneer right now."

Chu Sheng replied with a smile.

"Baka... What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiujing had never heard of any "outstanding Young Pioneer"; all he cared about now was how many enemy troops were coming.

Chu Sheng shook his head, deliberately stalling for time.

"Don't worry about scaring you, this siege of Gantian Town involved fewer than 100,000 troops!"

I advise you to surrender.

"Why are there so many Eighth Route Army soldiers all of a sudden?"

A look of shock crossed Jiujing's face. A year or two ago...

He naturally wouldn't believe Chu Sheng's empty words.

But the problem is... things are different now!

His enemies had long since upgraded their weaponry.

They are not comparable now; gathering 100,000 men is not difficult!

"Ah! Just die!"

Overwhelmed by fear, Jiujing drew his ghost sword, ready to kill Chu Sheng on the spot.

"Oh no, this is terrible!" Chu Sheng sensed something was wrong and his mind raced, trying to think of a way to stop the knife from hitting him.

Just as the blade was about to sever his neck, a delicate voice stopped Jiu Jing:

"General! Take him to the hospital and hand him over to my teacher!"

"The Corpse King has been born, and one person's blood sacrifice is still needed."

Hui Ji emerged from around the corner at some point, glaring at Chu Sheng with resentment in her eyes.

"That was close!"

Chu Sheng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and gained a new understanding of the Japanese devils' madness.

"When will Master Kaguru's Corpse King be successfully created?"

Kujii did not respond directly to Huiji, but was more concerned about this issue.

"The Corpse King will appear in the world at three quarters past Shen time today," Hui Ji replied calmly.

"Yosh! With the Corpse King, even if these 100,000 guerrillas come, this general won't be afraid."

Jiujing grinned smugly.

He then ordered his soldiers to put Chu Sheng in a military vehicle and take him to the hospital, while he himself rushed to the operations department to direct the battle.

Coincidentally.

The driver was still Yu Dahai.

"Sasaki-kun, you... have you offended Colonel Kui?" Yu Dahai asked, puzzled.

"He is a Chinese war criminal!"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Hui Ji heard Da Hai still referring to Chu Sheng as "Sasaki-kun" and gave him a disdainful reminder.

"Are you Chinese?"

Yu Dahai was startled; he had spent the entire day with Chu Sheng yesterday.

If anything goes wrong, he will also be held responsible.

Chu Sheng didn't speak, but just grinned at the sea. His legs were still a little weak from escaping death.

After half an hour.

A light rain began to fall from the sky.

Chu Sheng caught two drops of rain on his face and was then unceremoniously taken into Futian Hospital by the Japanese soldiers.

basement one.

Countless ghostly soldiers still linger.

They were all different in appearance and wore strange clothes.

It drifted silently down the corridor.

"You can see the ghostly soldiers here, right?"

Hui Ji stared into Chu Sheng's eyes and noticed that his expression was changing subtly.

"I was born with a keen eye that can see through all the pretense beneath the surface."

"For example, the ugly face hidden under your pretty face is just as ugly as your ancestors," Chu Sheng said with a smirk.

How so?

Chu Sheng has been stubborn since he was a child. He is too lazy to even flatter people and things he doesn't like.

And he wasn't lying; in his eyes, there were really not many good-looking members of the so-called Manchu royal family.

Hui Ji flew into a rage, grabbed Chu Sheng by the neck, and said fiercely:

"I'm going to make you suffer a terrible death in a moment!"

Chu Sheng chuckled. The more Hui Ji said that, the less afraid he became.

Anyway, I only have five hours left before I leave this world.

Instead of playing the fool, let's vent our anger. Even verbal attacks are still attacks. Let's take down those little devils.

His face was pinched until it turned red, but he still couldn't resist making sarcastic remarks:

"Ugly freak, are you getting angry out of embarrassment?"

"I advise you to wait a little longer; maybe plastic surgery can save you in your next life..."

After saying that, Chu Sheng seemed to suddenly remember something terrible, and a look of regret appeared on his face:

"Sorry, I forgot, you bunch of bastards don't have a next life!"

"Shut up!" Although Hui Ji's magic was stronger than Chu Sheng's, her eloquence was far inferior.

squeak-

During their argument, the iron gate was pushed open completely, and a strong smell of blood mixed with a pungent stench of corpses rushed out.

Chu Sheng was roughly pushed inside. His feet were sticky, and when he looked down, he saw that the cracks in the blue bricks were filled with dark red stains.

The basement was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, resembling a converted altar.

The walls were covered with yellow talismans, and the talismans drawn with cinnabar seemed to slowly wriggle in the dim light of the oil lamp.

In the very center was a huge, blood-red coffin. The material of the coffin was unknown, but its surface had a dark, blood-like sheen.

Most notably, a strange little plant was growing on top of the coffin.

The grass stems are straight as swords, about three inches tall, and the leaves have a unique layered, wavy pattern, are bluish-green, and almost transparent.

At this moment, it was emitting an extremely faint, soft white light that seemed out of place in this eerie environment.

"Teacher." Hui Ji bowed respectfully to the shadows deep in the basement.

A figure dressed in a large black robe and with a hunched back slowly emerged from the shadows.

A black robe covered his head and face, revealing only a pair of withered hands, like chicken claws, with black fingernails.

He ignored Hui Ji and walked straight up to Chu Sheng. Two points of eerie green light peeked at him through the gaps in his black robe.

"Insightful? Rare indeed." A hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing, came from beneath the black robe. It was Japanese, but with an odd accent.

"Unfortunately, he will soon become the best blood sacrifice for the Corpse King."

"Your eyes, your soul, your resentment... will all become its best nourishment."