Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

This guy is really good at putting on a show. If he hadn't watched the original series and knew what kind of person Yang Feiyun was at heart, he would have actually developed a liking for him.

In the original drama, Mao Xiaofang gradually became his sworn brother through his layered performances, only to be betrayed and ruined by his schemes, almost forced to retire to the mountains.

However, to be fair, Yang Feiyun can't really be considered a bad person now.

Because of his destiny, he is unable to save money or live a luxurious life.

He donated the majority of his salary to the poor.

He and his wife lived in a dilapidated house, wore faded clothes, and ate simple meals. If you only look at his behavior and not his motives, he was practically the embodiment of a saint.

As the saying goes, a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions.

Just like Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, if he can pretend to be virtuous for a lifetime, then the fake will become the real.

The same goes for Yang Feiyun; those orphans, widows, and impoverished people he sponsored did indeed survive because of him.

These tangible good results will not disappear automatically just because his motives are impure.

Yang Feiyun is an extremely capable person with exceptional execution skills. He can seize every opportunity to achieve his goals in any predicament.

In the original series, although he failed to change his fate due to human calculations, he still managed to become a powerful demon king with strength comparable to an ordinary third-generation Pangu zombie through his own efforts in the face of adversity.

For an ordinary person without any extraordinary bloodline, this achievement is already the limit of their potential.

If you can keep this kind of person in check, they will become an extremely useful subordinate.

The key is whether you can control it. It's like a double-edged sword; if used well, it can cut through obstacles, but if used poorly, it will hurt you.

But Lin Yi is not Mao Xiaofang. Mao Xiaofang was schemed against because he was too kind, while Lin Yi has plenty of ways to prevent Yang Feiyun from having any disloyal thoughts.

As for bad—

In the TV series "Zombie Master", apart from Mao Xiaofang, who is a kind-hearted guy, the other characters are not much better.

Yu Dahai was a traitor who plundered the people's wealth for the Japanese and caused countless families to be broken up and die. However, because he was the father of the female protagonist Yu Bixin, he was whitewashed by the screenwriter in the later stages.

Zhong Jun is a fraudster who swindles ordinary people out of their hard-earned money by pretending to be a swindler. The worst part is that she is swindling those who are already dirt poor.

Zhong Bang, this extraordinary man of five generations, was also a person of extreme double standards. He would do everything he could to protect his own sister Zhong Jun when she committed a crime, but he hated evil and wanted to execute others on the spot when they committed crimes.

Moreover, he was impulsive and thoughtless, and for the sake of a little zombie, he verbally attacked and even threatened to kill his mentor, Mao Xiaofang.

It's only because Mao Xiaofang is kind-hearted that he's not like this. If it were Shi Jian, that guy would have crippled him with one palm strike long ago.

Others, such as Zeng Cheng who repaid kindness with enmity and Li Siwei who murdered his father, are even worse than pigs and dogs.

Compared to these people, Yang Feiyun before his fate was changed was a moral exemplar.

"Brother Yang, my name is Lin Yi, and I'm the owner of Umbrella Corporation in Kowloon. If you need anything in the future, you can come to Kowloon to find me."

Also, I'll be staying in the South District for a while. I wonder where you're staying, Brother Yang? I'll come and pay you a visit then.

Lin Yi took out a business card from her pocket and handed it over, her face showing undisguised appreciation.

Yang Feiyun's expression turned serious, and he quickly stood up, accepting the business card with both hands.

He performed the gesture with remarkable naturalness, neither appearing obsequious nor failing to express his respect for Lin Yi.

His gaze lingered on the business card for a moment—the design was simple and elegant, with the four large gold-stamped characters "Umbrella" in the center and the company address below.

He carefully tucked the business card into the inner pocket of his coat before speaking:

"So you are Mr. Lin from Umbrella. I've heard so much about you."

My house is a bit out of the way. It's about 800 meters south of the back street. It's the house with two palm trees in front of it.

The place is simple; please don't find it offensive, Mr. Lin, when you visit.

After learning Lin Yi's identity, Yang Feiyun became even more confident that he could become emperor.

Umbrella Corporation is the most prominent giant in Hong Kong recently, with pharmaceutical manufacturing, hospitals, shipping, and other highly profitable businesses. I heard that they are also preparing to open a bank.

Compared to Umbrella, Li Xihe, once the richest Chinese man, is simply insignificant.

With such immense wealth, becoming emperor would be much easier.

Even if mainland China doesn't have a chance, aren't there still those small countries in Southeast Asia?

We are in a chaotic world. The Japanese are suffering defeat after defeat in the Pacific, Europeans have lost much of their influence in Asia, and the whole of Southeast Asia is in a power vacuum.

With proper planning, it is not impossible to establish a regime in such a place.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Hong Kong Taoist Temple, Madonna was preparing to take her leave.

These past few days she has been staying in the Taoist temple, asking Mao Xiaofang for advice on formations.

Mao Xiaofang truly lived up to his reputation as a grandmaster. He was thoroughly familiar with all kinds of formations and explained them in a clear and concise manner. He also answered Ma Danna's questions without reservation and shared all his knowledge.

In just three days, Madonna's understanding of formations has improved dramatically.

She felt that if she encountered Jiang Chen again, she would not let him escape easily.

"Master Mao, thank you for your guidance these past few days. Kowloon is not far from here. If you need anything, just let me know and I will come right away."

Ma Dana stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple and solemnly bowed to Mao Xiaofang with clasped hands.

Today she changed into a neat short outfit, and the peach wood sword on her back was wrapped in blue cloth, making her two iconic long legs look exceptionally long.

Mao Xiaofang stood inside the threshold of the Taoist temple, smiling and nodding.

After spending the past few days together, he genuinely liked this exceptionally intelligent and upright young girl, and even considered taking her as his disciple.

However, Madana is a descendant of the Exorcist Dragon Clan and has her own lineage, so he can only address her as a fellow Daoist and cannot overstep his bounds.

Madana hesitated for a moment, as if carefully considering her words.

After a moment, she finally spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before, and her tone more cautious: "Master Mao, you must be careful of that Yang Feiyun."

I've been observing him these past few days, and I always feel like he's acting strangely. That person's smile never reaches his eyes.

His words were pleasing to the ear, and everything he did was impeccable; he was just too perfect, so perfect it seemed unreal.

The smile on Mao Xiaofang's face slowly faded.

"Danna, Brother Yang is my good friend."

He is a kind and upright person who donates 80% of his salary to charity every month.

He lived in a dilapidated house and ate simple meals, but he gave every penny he saved to people who were even poorer than him.

But he never publicized it. If I hadn't discovered it by chance, I wouldn't have known that Brother Yang was such a virtuous person.

If someone like that is still considered a bad person, then there are no good people in this world.

Dana, please don't say things like that again.

Madanna sighed inwardly, but she also knew Mao Xiaofang's personality. This Taoist master was good in every way, except that he was too trusting.

Once they've decided someone is a friend, they'll treat that person with their whole heart, and nothing can change their mind.

If she continues, it will only backfire and strain her relationship with Mao Xiaofang.

So she stopped arguing and simply sighed softly, "I hope I'm just overthinking it. Master Mao, I'm leaving now. Take care."

"Be careful on the road." Mao Xiaofang stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, watching Ma Danna's figure disappear at the end of the old street before turning back to the temple.

His steps were heavier than usual, whether he was angry with Ma Dana or mentally reassessing Yang Feiyun, it was hard to tell.

At the noodle stall, Yang Feiyun was earnestly eating the bowl of wonton noodles stained red with blood.

Every month, he donated most of his income to charity, leaving only enough money for himself to barely make ends meet, living a very frugal life.

This bowl of wonton noodles was already a pretty good meal for him.

Whether it's to maintain his public image or due to actual financial hardship, he would never waste a single grain of food.

Lin Yi watched Yang Feiyun eat noodles and felt a growing appreciation for him.

Regardless of Yang Feiyun's motives, his persistence is something that most people cannot achieve.

Just then, the owner came over carrying steaming hot wontons, the white porcelain bowls making a crisp sound as they tapped on the table.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir."

The wontons in the bowl have thin wrappers and generous fillings, with a few bright green scallions floating on the clear soup, giving it a fresh and fragrant aroma.

Lin Yi habitually blew on it, picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a wonton, and put it in her mouth.

Thin skin, tender filling, and juicy broth filling—it's really delicious.

The flavor was a bit bland. He looked at the chili sauce on the table, scooped in two spoonfuls and stirred it, then picked up another spoonful to taste. He felt that the spiciness was still not strong enough, so he wanted to get a spoon to scoop some more.

Seeing this, the boss took out a small ceramic jar, about the size of a palm, from under the stove and handed it over with a smile:

"Sir, please try this chili pepper; it's spicier than the ones on the table. This jar is for my own consumption; I don't usually take it out because I'm afraid our guests won't be able to handle it."

Lin Yi took the jar, scooped out a small spoonful, tasted it, and her eyes immediately lit up.

These chilies are definitely flavorful.

"Mmm, boss, this chili is just right."

The owner was overjoyed to see that his chili peppers had gained the approval of discerning customers.

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed two to Lin Yi and Yang Feiyun, then lit one for himself and asked cheerfully as he lit it:

"Sir, are you originally from Jiangxi or Hunan provinces or from the southwest? Judging from how you eat spicy food, you don't seem to be from the coast."

"From the Southwest." Lin Yi took the cigarette, but didn't smoke it; she just tucked it behind her ear.

"No wonder, I'm also from the southwest, from Mianyang in Sichuan. I've been in Hong Kong for almost twenty years."

Upon hearing that he was from the same hometown, the owner became even more interested and leaned against the table, talking non-stop about how he had traveled all the way from Sichuan to Hong Kong Island, and how he had worked his way up from a dock laborer to opening this noodle stall.

Lin Yi also chatted casually with the boss.

Yang Feiyun, who had been secretly observing Lin Yi, couldn't help but nod in approval upon seeing his unpretentious and down-to-earth demeanor.

Despite being a billionaire, Lin Yi could chat and laugh with ordinary street vendors at a roadside stall without any airs.

This ability to get close to people and connect with the common people is an essential quality for those who achieve great things.

Throughout history, countless heroes and great figures have started by being able to connect with ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Back when Liu Bang was a village head in Pei County, he became sworn brothers with Fan Kuai, who killed dogs, and Xiahou Ying, who drove carts. It was only then that he gained a group of brothers willing to risk their lives for him.

He was becoming more and more satisfied with Lin Yi, but it wasn't enough for him to be satisfied with Lin Yi alone; he also needed to gain Lin Yi's favor and trust.

He had just messed up his fortune telling. Not only did he not get any results, but he also spat out blood in front of the fortune teller, making it the most humiliating moment of his life.

He needs to find another way to demonstrate his value.

Just then, the sound of a sharp car engine shattered the tranquility of the old street.

The sound came quickly and suddenly, accompanied by the screeching of tires screeching against the ground, as a silver car veered and sped toward the tea stall.

The driver was a slick-haired young man in a suit and tie, his face flushed, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

There was also a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner sitting in the car, screaming in terror and clinging desperately to the door handle.

Yang Feiyun's gaze swept over the car and he instantly recognized the young man driving it.

Li Siwei, the only son of Li Xihe, the former richest man in Hong Kong, is a notorious playboy in the Southern District.

A glint of light flashed in Yang Feiyun's eyes; his opportunity had arrived.