Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Dai Meng stared wide-eyed at the spot where Uncle Shou had disappeared, then turned to look at Lin Yi. Her lips moved several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a complete sentence: "Is...is he a ghost?"

"I guess so," Lin Yi said, looking at her with a smile in her eyes.

"How are you? Are you scared?"

However, Dai Meng's reaction was completely unexpected.

After a brief moment of shock, her eyes showed no fear, but rather an excited anticipation as she threw herself into Lin Yi's arms, her voice brimming with barely suppressed joy and a hint of smug pride:

"The man I've set my sights on is indeed extraordinary! Does that mean Sister Lian and the others are extraordinary too? Can I be like them? I don't want to be outdone by them!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Yi with eyes full of love and expectation, the heat in her eyes even stronger than before.

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the woman in his arms whose cheeks were flushed with excitement, and suddenly felt a little amused and exasperated.

This love-struck person's ideas are truly unique.

When faced with such a supernatural scene, the first thought of an ordinary person would be the horror of "I've seen a ghost," and the second thought would be the panic of "I have to run away."

But Dai Meng's first thought was, "My man is really amazing," and her second thought was, "I can't be outdone," a desire to win his favor.

"Don't worry, I will." Lin Yi put one arm around her waist and played with her slightly yellow hair with the other, his tone filled with a doting smile.

"Later, I will first teach you a esoteric Buddhist technique, and then I will bestow upon you the lineage of the holy monk Rikoya. How far you can cultivate is up to you."

He won't turn her into a zombie now, at least not before Michelle gives birth.

Although this yandere woman's hostility towards Michelle and the others has lessened, she still harbors a deep-seated sense of exclusion deep within her.

It's not a rejection of Michelin and Qingqing personally, but an instinctive resistance to the idea of ​​"sharing".

This is a possessiveness ingrained in her bones, which cannot be changed by mere kindness.

The fact that she was willing to thank Michelin at the welcome dinner was genuine and a result of her efforts to restrain herself.

But restraint is not the same as elimination.

Once she gains immense power, it's hard to guarantee she won't do something rash due to emotional outbursts.

The reason she died together with her lover and rival in the story of "Making a Scene at Guangchanglong" was because her morbid possessiveness was pushed to the limit.

Lin Yi didn't want to come back from a business trip one day to find the women in her house fighting like a pot of soup.

"Oh, and thank you for helping me get revenge."

Dai Meng buried her face in Lin Yi's arms, greedily inhaling his scent like a kitten.

Only then did the woman realize that Lin Yi had asked Uncle Shou to deal with Luo Dapao not only to solve her problem, but also to avenge her father's death.

Luo Dapao set a trap to make her father addicted to gambling, which drove him to commit suicide by jumping into the sea. It wasn't that she didn't want to avenge him, but rather that she, a weak woman, simply didn't know how.

Lin Yi did it for her with just one sentence.

Lin Yi looked down at her adoring expression and felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

This woman's way of expressing love was more intense than any he had ever encountered before, so intense that it almost overwhelmed him.

Lin Yi picked up Dai Meng and walked towards the room.

The process of cultivating the dual emptiness of joy and happiness need not be elaborated upon.

……

Meanwhile, at Luo Dapao's house, two thugs were nervously reporting to him what had happened that day.

Luo Dapao was a middle-aged man in his forties with a face full of fat. He was not tall but very strong. He was wearing a white vest, and his exposed arms were covered with messy tattoos.

He deliberately didn't call any women tonight in order to wait for Dai Meng to come over, and even had someone stew deer antler soup, preparing to enjoy himself properly.

As a result, not only did those two good-for-nothings fail to bring the woman back, but they also claimed that the woman had turned into a ghost, scaring them so much that they ran back in a panic.

Luo Dapao was furious and grabbed a wine bottle from the table, smashing it at the two men.

"Are you two bastards playing me?! I've been watching that woman for over two months, how could she be a ghost?!"

The bottle hit Mingzai on the shoulder, and shards of glass splattered all over the floor.

"Brother Pao, it's true, that woman really turned into a ghost. Her face was deathly pale and her lips were black. I still feel chills down my spine."

Mingzai said, enduring the pain.

Seeing the fierce glint in Luo Dapao's eyes, Xi Hui was so frightened that he quickly echoed, "Brother Pao, you know us. We've followed you for so many years, how could we dare to lie to you?"

That woman really turned into a ghost. We both saw it with our own eyes, and our legs went weak with fear.

Seeing their cowardly appearance, Luo Dapao realized that what they said might be true.

He frowned and paced a few steps around the living room, then suddenly stopped and muttered to himself, "Was it her deadbeat father who did it?"

But he immediately shook his head: "No—even if he becomes a ghost, he'll be a water ghost, and it won't be that easy for him to get ashore."

That old bastard only jumped into the sea a few days ago; even if he turned into a ghost, he wouldn't amount to much.

He grabbed Mingzai by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and leaned close, his face full of menace: "You just said there was a man there too?"

"Yes, in his early twenties, dressed quite well, doesn't look like an ordinary person." Mingzai was so gripped by him that he could hardly breathe, and his voice changed.

"It must have been that bastard's doing." Luo Dapao released his grip, throwing Mingzai to the ground. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "Very well, you dared to steal my woman, Luo Dapao's woman. No matter who you are, you're dead!"

He guessed that Lin Yi was behind it, and felt a little more at ease.

Those who work in this line of work have done far too many evil deeds; they've taken more than one or two lives.

If I didn't have some means of self-defense, I would have been killed by those wronged souls long ago.

Some people spend money to buy amulets in Thailand, some spend money to hire sorcerers to make ritual objects, and some worship evil spirits or demons.

The evil god that Luo Dapao worshipped was called Ghost Master, which he had paid a high price to acquire from his partner, Thai drug lord Chai Guan.

It was a red-eyed, one-armed evil god, entirely black with a ferocious face. Although it didn't look good, it was extremely effective.

He has been worshipping him for so many years, and the red string he wears on his wrist has been blessed by the Ghost Master's divine power, which can save his life in critical moments.

Over the years, the Ghost Master and the Red Rope have shielded him from no fewer than ten vengeful spirits, so he is not afraid of ghosts.

Mingzai and Xihui shuddered. They knew what kind of person Luo Dapao was—stingy with rewards, but ruthless when it came to punishment.

If this matter isn't handled properly, Luo Dapao will definitely not let them off easily.

"You two go and bring Dai Meng back, and—find that bastard too."

If you can't find it, you can all go diving!

"Diving" is their slang for filling a cement bucket and sinking it into the sea.

"Don't worry, Brother Pao, we'll definitely make amends and bring that woman back!"

The two readily agreed, but they were inwardly troubled—as Luo Dapao had just said, the ghost might have been summoned by the other party.

They were even afraid of ghosts, so how could they dare to cause trouble for that person?

"Brother Pao, that person might be able to use magic, we..." Mingzai said cautiously.

"Once you find his address, I'll handle it!"

Luo Dapao waved his hand and then instructed Xi Hui, "Xi Hui, go and call two girls over."

Damn it, if it weren't for you two bastards' incompetence, I would have been eating chickens today!

"Okay, Brother Pao." Xi Hui felt like he had been granted a pardon and turned to leave.

"Brother Pao, I'm leaving too." Mingzai also took his leave.

"Get lost—" Luo Dapao waved his hand impatiently.

Just as Mingzai turned to leave, Luo Dapao called him back:

"Wait. Mingzai, go find Da Toufa and tell him that the things must be ready by 6 p.m. tomorrow."

If we delay the ship, and my pirate brother gets angry, I won't be able to save him."

"Yes, Brother Pao," Mingzai replied and hurriedly left.

After they left, Luo Dapao, looking displeased, downed the deer antler soup in one gulp.

The empty bowl slammed heavily on the table, making a dull thud.

He sat at the table sulking for a while, then got up and walked to the shrine in the corner of the living room.

The shrine was made of the finest sandalwood, and inside was enshrined a statue of a red-eyed, one-armed demon master.

The statue is small, only about the height of a palm, and is entirely black with a ferocious face. The cross-section of the severed arm is covered with dense Thai runes.

Luo Dapao lit three incense sticks, bowed respectfully three times, and muttered incantations.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

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