Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Chu Sheng forced himself to remain calm and did not engage in any further conflict with the other party.

The countdown in my mind is getting shorter and shorter.

Just wait a little longer, he'll be going home!

Seeing that Chu Sheng remained silent, Shang He smiled and had two Japanese soldiers chain him to a stone pillar in front of the coffin.

The chains felt icy cold and, most importantly, incredibly heavy.

Despite his discomfort, Chu Sheng continued to tease, "Hey little devil, could you give me a chair?"

"Chinese people really have no manners at all." Kazutsugu ignored him and walked with Teruhime to the blood coffin, where they began to chant obscure incantations in a low voice.

As the incantation was recited, the blood runes on the basement walls lit up with a dark red light.

The bloodstains on the ground seemed to come alive, like countless tiny blood snakes converging towards the blood coffin.

Only then did Chu Sheng notice that there were piles of dead bodies in each of the four corners of the room, one on top of the other, all of them with their throats slit and blood drained.

The released blood flowed into the coffin along the grooves in the ground.

"Fuck your grandma!"

An unnamed rage surged to his head, and Chu Sheng cursed loudly, unleashing almost every curse word he could muster in his life to insult these little devils.

"Shut up!"

Shanghe couldn't stand Chusheng's nagging any longer, so he interrupted his spellcasting to shut him up.

He pointed his pheasant-like claws forward, and a copper coin glowing red flew out of his palm, hitting Chu Sheng squarely between the eyebrows.

Chu Sheng felt a blur before his eyes, a sharp pain in his forehead, and then he fainted.

"Hmph, those foolish Chinese have fallen under my master's evil spell. Even if they don't die, they'll become stupid!" Hui Ji's face showed a hint of smugness.

She had been tricked ever since she met Chu Sheng, and now she finally got her revenge.

Unexpectedly, less than a second later, Chu Sheng shook his head, woke up, and greeted Shang He's mother again:

"Didn't your mom teach you not to litter? It hurts!"

Shang He frowned and said coldly, "Go and strip off his shirt."

Hui Ji nodded without hesitation, grabbed a sharp knife, and slashed Chu Sheng's cheap clothes that he had bought for twenty-five yuan.

Immediately, her expression changed: "Teacher, he has runes on him."

Shang He stared coldly at the runes on Chu Sheng's body, as if he were seeing an mortal enemy, and gritted his teeth, saying hatefully:

"It's Mao Xiaofang's Vajra Talisman!"

Not wanting to waste any more time, he ordered, "Gag him and leave him alone!"

Hui Ji snorted "Hi," staring coldly at Chu Sheng, seemingly recalling that night when he had also stuffed something into her mouth.

"Hey, let me tell you, that night was your own choice. I'm different; I keep my mouth clean and don't eat random things."

"Go back, and I'll shut up and promise not to swear again."

Chu Sheng immediately saw through Hui Ji's intentions and quickly stopped her.

How could a young anti-Japanese fighter have foreign objects stuffed into his mouth?

Fortunately, Hui Ji was considerate of the other people present and did not remove the filthy things from her body.

They simply found a rope, tied Chu Sheng's mouth shut to quiet him down, and then continued to cooperate with He's ritual.

"Master, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Time passed slowly, and the sounds of gunfire could be faintly heard outside, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. Chu Sheng couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep again, exhausted.

Boom, boom—

With a loud bang, the entire basement shook violently.

Chu Sheng jolted awake and saw the coffin in front of him shatter into countless pieces with a loud "bang".

The deafening roar of the exploding blood coffin echoed repeatedly in the cramped basement space, making people's eardrums ache.

Like a tangible, tangible, gray-black wave, it suddenly swept across the entire altar.

Chu Sheng was firmly chained to the stone pillar, watching helplessly as a thick, dark-colored blood mist rose from the center of the shattered blood coffin.

The blood mist did not dissipate; instead, it slowly condensed and writhed, gradually outlining the silhouette of a tall, robust man clad in Qing Dynasty armor.

"Haha! It's done!" Shanghe's voice trembled sharply with excitement, his hoarse voice echoing in the basement.

"Aisin-Gioro Amur, my Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, with the essence and blood of three hundred living souls, will help you return to the world!"

"From this day forward, we will be invulnerable to swords and spears, impervious to water and fire, waging a holy war for our Great Japanese Empire, sweeping away all Chinese ants!"

Hui Ji could not hide her excitement either. She took a few steps forward and tried to touch the armor on the zombie general's body, shouting in Manchu:

"Welcome back, our ancestral general! The rise of our Manchukuo is now within reach!"

"Hmm..."

A low, hoarse breath, like the panting of a broken bellows, escaped from the zombie general's throat.

It took a step forward, its heavy boots stomping on the blood-soaked ground, leaving a clear footprint covered in sticky liquid.

However, what should have been a terrifying scene became bizarre because of a blade of grass on the zombie's head.

"Damn, can Master's Vajra Talisman really stop this guy's bite?" Chu Sheng's hair stood on end, his scalp tingled, and his whole body went numb.

When he first arrived and saw that little Japanese zombie, he found it quite interesting, like playing against a doomsday AI.

But the zombie general in front of him completely overturned his understanding, giving him a sense of insignificance.

"Blood food, the finest blood food..." Shang He pointed at Chu Sheng and commanded, "Eat him, stabilize your corpse, and your supernatural powers will greatly increase!"

The corpse clearly took a long time to react before walking straight towards Chu Sheng.

"Dude... I haven't showered in a week, you should eat with someone else."

Chu Sheng struggled desperately, the iron chains rattling, but he couldn't budge them an inch.

He tried to shout, but his mouth was tightly bound, and he could only make muffled "woo-woo" sounds.

The countdown in my mind is still relentlessly beating:

"17 minute 11 seconds"

"17 minute 10 seconds"

……

Just as the corpse's foul mouth was about to bite off Chu Sheng's neck—

A long sword thrust out from the pillar behind him!

On the other side, a figure wearing a yellow Taoist robe kicked out at the same time!

bang——

With a swift stroke of his longsword, he severed the pure yang spiritual herb atop the corpse's head.

That kick sent him flying back several steps, and he caught the falling spirit herb in the process.

"Master!" Chu Sheng was overjoyed, knowing that he had survived again.

Clang—

After landing, Mao Xiaofang turned around and slashed at the iron chains binding Chu Sheng.

The iron chain, as thick as the child's arm, snapped instantly.

"You're strangling me!" Chu Sheng felt much more relaxed after regaining his freedom, and even thought about saying a few flattering words to Mao Xiaofang.

Unfortunately, the opponent didn't give him that chance at all. Together with Madana, they spat out a black ball at Shanghe, leaving behind the Pure Yang Spirit Grass before charging out.

"The Maoshan Sect is indeed capable of fighting but never engages in empty talk," Chu Sheng said admiringly.

On the other side, Shang He was also surprised to see Mao Xiaofang appear, but when he saw the black ball that the other party spat out, he suddenly realized:

"No wonder the ghostly soldiers outside didn't give any warning; they were carrying ghost heart pills."

Hearing about the "Ghost Heart Pill" made Chu Sheng feel much better.

The notes record that Ghost Heart Pill is made primarily from Ghost Heart Vine, with the addition of Rootless Water, Yinming Ginseng, and Incense Ash, and is refined using Maoshan techniques.

After taking it, it can bewitch the eyes of ghosts, making one invisible in front of ghosts.

So...

These two stayed by his side, waiting for the corpse to fully form so they could eliminate it in one fell swoop.

"You damned evil cultivator, you're dragging your feet on refining a corpse, I'm getting annoyed waiting for you." Madana thrust her longsword straight in, aiming for Shanghe's throat.

Mao Xiaofang, on the other hand, had a clear objective: to kill the corpses.