Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

"Sir, I...I'd like to buy some blood from you."

Kuang Guohua stood in front of the desk, his tone carrying a hint of humble flattery.

The dignified second-generation zombie of Pangu, a descendant personally bitten out by Jiang Chen, has turned into this grotesque mess.

He looked like a down-on-his-luck scavenger, weathered by hardship and struggling to survive.

This wasn't Lin Yizhong hurting him. Although he had the body of a second-generation zombie, the power in his blood was depleted, making him look like an old and frail lion.

No wonder those third-generation zombies under Yamamoto Kazuo's command dared to provoke him like hyenas.

"What's your name? Who in your family needs a blood transfusion? Why didn't you bring them to the hospital?"

Lin Yi leaned back in her chair, looking at him with a half-smile.

He had come with a heavy heart, never expecting the administrator to ask these questions.

He raised his head, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "My name doesn't matter. What matters is that you'll receive a windfall."

As he spoke, he pulled a faded cloth bag from his pocket, loosened the opening, and revealed a pile of white silver dollars inside.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Yi's eyes and brows. As long as the other party showed even a hint of greed for money, the deal would be finalized.

Lin Yi cooperated perfectly, a hint of greed flashing in her eyes at just the right moment, followed by a furrowed brow, putting on a troubled expression.

"Although I want to earn some extra money, the blood bank has a very limited supply; they can detect even one missing bag. If the higher-ups find out, I'll be in deep trouble."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "However... if you can accept blood that's about to expire, then that's a different story."

Kuang Guohua nodded almost without hesitation and said, "Okay, expired ones are fine too. But this is a long-term cooperation, so I hope you can give me a discount."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi understood; the case was solved. Sure enough, Kuang Guohua had been surviving solely on expired blood.

In those days, human blood was very expensive; 500 milliliters of fresh blood would cost 30 Hong Kong dollars, which was roughly equivalent to six silver dollars.

Blood bank management is strict, making it almost impossible for ordinary people to buy fresh blood. Even if they could, Kuang Guohua's meager earnings from his part-time job wouldn't be enough to afford it.

He was unwilling to steal or rob, so he could only buy expired blood that the hospital was discarding.

The expired blood contained only a trace of essence, barely enough to suppress the zombie's bloodlust, just enough to fill its stomach, and certainly not enough to nourish its flesh and blood.

No wonder that sixty years later, this second-generation zombie struggled to defeat even a few third-generation zombies, let alone Fusheng, who was so weak that he could only bully ordinary people.

The fact that the father and son were able to hold out for so long without degenerating into the third generation already shows that Jiang Chen's blood and essence are still very strong.

"I'm very curious."

Lin Yi suddenly sat up straight, looked at him and said, "Since you can come up with this much money, why don't you go to the slums to buy blood?"

I think those who can't survive would be happy to sell to you. It's a win-win situation, so why not?

Kuang Guohua paused for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before calmly saying, "I'm just afraid of trouble."

"Afraid of trouble?" Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, her tone becoming somewhat ethereal. "What you're afraid of isn't trouble, it's that you can't get over that hurdle in your own heart."

You are genuinely afraid, afraid of becoming a bloodthirsty monster, afraid of your humanity being completely extinguished by your blood instincts. Am I right, Kuang Guohua?

boom!

Kuang Guohua felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes widened, and immense horror and fear surged from the depths of his pupils.

He knows my name.

He knew I was a zombie.

He knows I'm a bloodthirsty monster?!

The thought was like a red-hot iron skewer, piercing deep into his mind.

His first reaction wasn't to question Lin Yi about her background or why she knew all his secrets, but to run away.

Run away.

Just like when he had a blood addiction attack in Hongxi Village, he was afraid that Ah Xiu would see his zombie appearance, so he chose to run away from her.

Even now, facing this mysterious man who sees through all his disguises, he is still running away from that monstrous identity.

Kuang Guohua said no more and turned to run wildly out of the office.

All I wanted was to escape this hospital, and escape the entire island of Hong Kong.

Lin Yi watched his retreating figure and gently shook her head.

He simply couldn't understand how Captain Kuang, who had once bravely assassinated high-ranking Japanese soldiers and fought Yamamoto Kazuo with a knife in Hongxi Village without batting an eye, could have become so indecisive.

Jiang Chen's blood isn't super soldier serum; it can't make the good better or the evil worse.

It seems that this person's kind nature is ingrained in his bones, but national and personal hatred forced him to harden his heart.

However, Lin Yi wouldn't let him go so easily.

Although this guy is an indecisive and kind-hearted person, his potential is real.

Not every zombie can break through to the Red Eye realm by sucking a mouthful of Demon Star blood, just as not every Uchiha can awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan.

Rather than leaving such a rare talent to be cannon fodder for the Pangu clan, it's better to recruit him for our own use.

Isn't he a good person? Then let him become a night-wandering spirit.

Hong Kong Island is famous for its nightlife, often described as a place where ghosts roam freely, earning it the nickname "Gotham of the East."

Ordinary night patrolmen might not be able to keep things in check, but Kuang Guohua was practically tailor-made for this purpose.

Lin Yi thought about it more and more and felt it was suitable, and her figure slowly disappeared into the office.

Kuang Guohua rushed out of the hospital and ran wildly.

He dared not look back; he only wanted to go home, back to the dilapidated tenement building he rented, take Fu-sheng with him, and leave Hong Kong Island immediately.

He ran extremely fast; pedestrians on the street only felt a gust of wind pass by, and couldn't even see his shadow.

A minute later, he returned to the rented tenement building, pushed open the door, and found the room pitch black.

He reached out and pulled the light cord, and the light came on.

Then he froze on the spot as if he had been hit over the head with a club.

Lin Yi was sitting on the edge of his bed. He placed one hand on Fusheng's little head, put his index finger to his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

Fusheng lay in the bedding, breathing steadily, fast asleep.

Lin Yi looked up and smiled at him.

"What are you doing! Come at me if you have a problem! He's just a child!"

Kuang Guohua's voice was very low, but he couldn't hide the shock and anger inside.

"Why are you asking me?" Lin Yi said calmly.

With a thought, an invisible wave entered Fusheng's brow.

Fusheng kept his eyes closed, but had already entered a dream synchronized with reality.

What happens in reality, you will experience in your dreams.

Then, Lin Yi stood up.

His pupils suddenly turned dark gold, and a divine light flashed between his brows.

A terrifying pressure surged forth as if it were a tangible force, flooding the entire small room like a tidal wave.

The air became thick and heavy, and every inch of space was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The oppressive aura contained both the high-level bloodline suppression of the zombie progenitor and the supreme divine might of the Lord of the Underworld.

Kuang Guohua couldn't hold on for even a second; his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

His true zombie form involuntarily manifested, with fangs protruding and emerald green eyes.

He clutched his head in agony, a tearing pain shooting through his brain.

Lin Yi walked up to him, looking down at him with a cold voice:

"I am the King of the Underworld. You two should have died months ago, yet you've encountered me. Tell me, what do you think I want to do?"

"A person who should have died...a person who should have died..."

Kuang Guohua muttered to himself in pain, as if someone had finally ripped open that bloody wound.

"Yes, we were all people who should have died. It's just that Fusheng was too young; he shouldn't have died like this."

His gaze suddenly cleared for a moment.

He lunged forward, grabbed Lin Yi's legs, and pleaded in a pitiful voice, "King of the Underworld, take me away! Do whatever you want with me! Just please spare Fusheng!"

He's still young; there are so many wonderful things in the world he hasn't experienced yet!

Lin Yi looked down at him, her voice still calm, yet carrying boundless authority:

"Are you sure you want me to let him go? To let him live alone and helpless in this world, hiding and surviving by sucking blood?"

Kuang Guohua froze, his hand holding Lin Yi's foot slowly loosening and falling limply to the ground.

Even if Hades spares the resurrected child, what good life could an eight- or nine-year-old child have living alone in the world?

They hid from the world, endured hunger, constantly fought against their bloodlust, and suffered endless loneliness and torment.

That kind of fate is not necessarily better than returning to the underworld.

We might as well go to the underworld together; maybe we can be reincarnated and start anew.

Lin Yi seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly:

"Are you thinking that you can be reincarnated as a human after you die?"

He shook his head, a faint hint of pity in his voice. "It's no use. You are zombies, with only two fates—either you are born, or you disappear completely. There is never any possibility of being reincarnated as a human."

Boom!

These words were like the final, devastating blow, shattering all of Kuang Guohua's mental support.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant, and he collapsed onto the cold floor in despair, his shoulders trembling and tears streaming down his face.

"Why? Why is fate so unfair? We just want to be ordinary people... Why can't we even do something as simple as this?"

"That's about enough," Lin Yi thought to himself. He then withdrew his oppressive aura, and the suffocating pressure in the room gradually dissipated, restoring the air to normal.

The sternness on his face faded, replaced by a look of pity. He sighed softly, "You're a person with a tragic fate too."

He paused, then continued, "In principle, I should have executed you on the spot. But you and Fusheng are both kind-hearted people who would rather go hungry than kill and suck blood."

You, Kuang Guohua, fought against the Japanese pirates, and your actions have been acts of humanitarian merit. If good people don't receive good rewards, that is true injustice. Today, I, on behalf of Heaven, will uphold justice and give you what you deserve.

His voice suddenly rose a few decibels, carrying endless majesty and solemnity, "Kuang Guohua, would you be willing to become a night patrol god of the underworld, to inspect the injustices of the mortal world at night?"

After becoming a god, one can absorb yin energy and incense offerings for one's own use, and no longer need to live by sucking blood.

"Night Wanderer...doesn't need to live by sucking blood..."

Kuang Guohua was completely stunned, feeling dizzy from the huge pie falling from the sky.

In the months since he became a zombie, the most painful thing for him has been turning into a blood-sucking monster.

He didn't want to kill people or drink their blood, so he lived in hiding every day, like a rat in a sewer.

And now, Hades is actually willing to elevate him, turning him from a zombie who can't see the light of day into a god who receives offerings from the mortal world.

This is absolutely a life-saving grace!!!

Without even thinking, he turned over and knelt down, kowtowing several times deeply, his voice choked with emotion and almost inaudible: "Guohua thanks the King of the Underworld for his grace!"

Lin Yi nodded: "Get up, you don't need to kneel anymore."

After saying that, he implanted a Night Wanderer's divine essence into Kuang Guohua's brow.

The moment the divine essence entered his body, Kuang Guohua trembled violently.

His celestial soul was the first to be affected, merging with his divine essence. Subsequently, his terrestrial soul, human soul, and seven spirits also surged into his divine essence, achieving perfect unity.

His divine nature and his second-generation zombie god body achieved an unprecedented balance.

For the first time, the restless and turbulent power within him became harmonious and content.

The power of divinity intertwined with the Pangu origin in his blood, giving him an aura unique to the gods of the underworld.

He could clearly feel that his craving for blood was rapidly fading. Bloodsucking was no longer his only option.

With a thought, his divine power surged. A black robe of a night patrol god was draped over his body, and a night patrol token appeared in his hand.

The thin yin energy around him began to converge towards him, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The yin energy was faint, yet it gave him the first sense of genuine satisfaction in months.

At this moment, Kuang Guohua's gratitude towards Lin Yi reached its peak.

Meanwhile, Fusheng experienced almost the same thing in his dream.

He happily accepted his divine status and was named the Yin General Wasp.

Lin Yi pointed a finger at Fusheng's brow, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

His body surged with divine power, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a small divine general wearing yellow armor, with two antennae on his head and a pair of bee wings on his back.

He held in his hand a long, gleaming, poisonous stinger, which was the Dharma form of the Underworld General Wasp.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the King of the Underworld," Fusheng said in a clear voice.

He is only nine years old now, not yet the weathered old child he will be sixty years from now; his voice still carries the innocence of a child.

Seeing his adorable appearance, Lin Yi couldn't help but ruffle his hair.

"Have you heard the story of Nezha stirring up the sea? You'll be a little general in the underworld someday. I hope you can be like Nezha, a towering little hero."

"Nezha! I know him! He's my idol!" Fusheng's eyes lit up instantly, his face full of excitement. "I'll definitely study hard from now on! To become a great hero as powerful as Nezha!"

Upon hearing that Fu-sheng was going to learn Nezha, Kuang Guohua felt a chill run down his spine for some reason.

Just as Lin Yi finished bestowing titles upon Kuang Guohua and Fusheng.

The Southern Song Dynasty.

The two armies faced off.

A Song general named Arrow, riding under Yue Fei's command, was staring intently at the enemy on horseback; battle was about to break out.

"kill!"

With a command, the arrow slammed heavily onto the horse's rump, sending it hurtling off like an arrow released from a bow.

However, at that moment, his feet suddenly gave way to nothingness, and a pitch-black vortex appeared out of nowhere, swallowing him and his horse whole.