Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

After the news of Michelle's pregnancy spread, the threshold of the Marshal's Mansion was almost worn down by the crowds.

First, the servants from the mansion came one by one to offer their congratulations, and then the officers of the Independent Regiment came.

Lieutenant Chen led the team, followed by several company commanders and deputy company commanders, carrying a wooden box tied with red flowers, which contained foreign liquor, foreign cigarettes, and several bolts of fine silk.

Then came the local gentry and wealthy families, who all came to deliver congratulatory gifts.

Lin Yi accepted everything.

He doesn't lack these things, but that's just how human relationships are—

If you don't accept it, others will feel uneasy and think that you look down on them.

He sat in the armchair in the main hall, a business-like smile on his face, nodding and thanking each person, and asking Uncle Shou to write down the gift list.

Ren Tingting gave her a piece of warm jade, which was warm to the touch.

Mao Shanjian drew six talismans: a peace talisman, a pregnancy-stabilizing talisman, a tranquility talisman, an exorcism talisman, a protective talisman, and a mind-concentrating talisman. He put them in a palm-sized brocade pouch and instructed Michelle to carry them with her at all times and to place them under her pillow when she slept.

Qian Youcai then gave a unique gift: a small, smooth porcelain doll shaped like a treasure-giving boy, imbued with the spirit of wealth and good fortune, which, when carried by the wearer, can bring wealth and blessings.

Lieutenant Chen looked much more haggard lately. Lin Yi glanced at him and almost thought he had encountered a banana spirit.

In just over a month, Chen Wei lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were dark, and his lips were pale. He had to support his back every few words he spoke.

Judging from this appearance, it's obvious that he was tormented by Xu Jingjiang's concubines.

"Take it easy, you don't want to die young, do you?" Lin Yi patted his shoulder, her tone carrying a sincere admonition.

Lieutenant Chen chuckled awkwardly, straightening his back in an attempt to prove he was still capable.

"Don't worry, General, I'm in excellent health. I could fight another three hundred rounds without any problem."

He spoke with great confidence, but unfortunately, he coughed twice after he finished speaking, and his hand supporting his waist moved down another half inch.

Lin Yi shook her head and didn't say anything more.

He's not Chen Wei's father, so he can't control everything. The fact that he gave him a reminder is already out of consideration for his past relationship with Chen Wei.

Chen Wei insisted on jumping into the fire, so let him go. After all, as the saying goes, "To die under the peony is to die a romantic death."

After seeing off the last group of guests, Michelle walked out from the backyard, still holding the warm jade that Ren Tingting had given her.

She wore a loose-fitting, moon-white cheongsam, her abdomen was still flat, but she exuded a soft glow.

That was the maternal aura that a woman exuded after becoming pregnant.

She sat down next to Lin Yi, her tone slightly coquettish: "Yi, I want to invite a spirit baby to worship and pray for the child's well-being."

Lin Yi was slightly taken aback. "There's such a saying?"

"Yes, it's very popular in my hometown."

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, Michelin's personality has become a bit cloying, and her speech is almost stringy.

"Bringing a spirit baby home for worship can protect the child, ensuring their safe growth, intelligence, and health."

Lin Yi took her hand and nodded: "Okay, you can make the decision about this little thing."

In his heart, he was silently complaining: This room is full of zombies, evil gods, evil artifacts, and ghost banners. I wonder if the spirit infant can withstand it. I hope it won't be frightened to tears by the evil aura as soon as it enters the room.

"Amei, go to Partridge's place now and ask for a spirit infant." Michelle instructed the young woman who was hanging clothes to dry in the courtyard.

Lin Yi paused for a moment, her hand holding the teacup still.

If he still can't understand the words "Partridge" and "Spiritual Infant" when they're put together, then all those zombie movies he's watched have been for nothing.

The plot of the new Mr. Zombie has come full circle and returned to the right track.

In the original series, Michelle was pregnant with Lung Nam-kwong's child and was targeted by an evil spirit, causing Uncle Nine to almost lose his life.

Now that Long Nanguang has been replaced by Lin Yi, if the evil spirit infant still dares to come, it will truly be walking into a trap.

That said, in the original story, Lung Nam-kwong was poisoned by corpse poison, and Michelle asked Nim-ying to ask Uncle Nine for help. This time, she probably has no reason to ask Uncle Nine to come over, right?

But it's good to invite Uncle Nine over; he hasn't seen him for several months and misses him terribly!

Amei responded, dried her hands, and went out.

Lin Yi watched her figure disappear at the courtyard gate, picked up her teacup and took a sip, thinking that it was best if that evil spirit infant didn't come; once it came, it wouldn't be able to leave.

At this moment, Uncle Shou hurried in, holding a visiting card in his hand. "Master, General Shen from Gobi County requests an audience."

"General Shen? What's he doing here? Our territories don't even border each other."

Lin Yi took the name card and glanced at it. It had the words "Shen Wei" written on it, and the official seal of the Gobi County militia was stamped below it.

He didn't have much of an impression of this Shen Wei, only knowing that his Gobi County was next to Yun County, with two counties in between.

This person is said to have participated in revolutionary uprisings in his early years and was a passionate young man with ideals and beliefs.

Unfortunately, ideals ultimately succumbed to reality, and now he's no different from any other warlord.

He indulged in opium smoking, amassed wealth, and took concubines—he had all the vices that other warlords had. I heard he recently married his ninth concubine.

What could this guy want after coming all this way to see him? To borrow grain? To borrow money? Or does he want to form an alliance to fight some common enemy?

"Please let him in."

Upon seeing this, Michelin went back to her room.

A moment later, Shen Wei strode in, followed by a young girl in a blue top and black skirt.

Shen Wei had a loud voice; his laughter preceded his entry into the main hall.

"General Lin, please forgive my intrusion!"

His face was plastered with a slightly ingratiating smile, and he exuded more of a rough, unrefined air than a military bearing.

Did such a person participate in the revolution?

The girl behind him was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair that reached her ears. She had clear eyes and a stubbornness rarely seen at her age, unlike the timidity that most girls would show in this situation.

"This is my daughter, Shen Lan. She's still in girls' high school and will graduate this year." Shen Wei pushed the girl forward half a step, his gesture resembling that of someone promoting a product.

Looking at the father and daughter, Lin Yi immediately understood what was going on.

Shen Wei's face was all too familiar to him—he was a specialist in playing villains in Hong Kong films, having played drug lords and triad bosses.

But the only real, named warlord role he's ever played is the one in the movie "Zombie Resurrection".

He took a second look at Shen Lan's face.

This girl looks exactly like the girlfriend from The Stipunk Boys.

The only difference is that the other one is named Zuo Lan, and this one is named Shen Lan.

Judging from Shen Wei's eager manner, having come all this way and bringing his daughter to visit, could it be that he wants to marry his daughter to him?

"I wonder what business General Shen has with me?"

Lin Yi was too lazy to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

Shen Wei rubbed his hands together, his smile deepening.

"Brother Lin, what do you think of my daughter? You haven't married yet, have you? How about—"

He deliberately left the sentence unfinished, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Lin Yi's lips twitched slightly.

This old man calls him "Brother Lin" and asks him to marry his daughter. How do you determine their generation?

More importantly, this was the first time he had met Shen Wei, and they hadn't even eaten together. For him to come up to Shen Wei and try to force his daughter on him was just too unreliable.

Shen Lan stared at Shen Wei in disbelief.

"Dad, didn't you say you were just visiting friends today? Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you wanted me to get married!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but the anger and shame in her tone were undisguised.

"What do you know!" Shen Wei glared at her, then lowered his voice and scolded, "Marriage is arranged by your parents and matchmakers. Since when did it become your place to decide your own marriage?"

"Father, you're a revolutionary yourself, how can you still be so old-fashioned!"

Shen Lan met his gaze without flinching, her eyes unwavering. "If you want to marry, you can marry him yourself. I won't marry someone I don't know!"

Bang! Shen Wei slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the teacup lid jump up.

"How dare you! I'm your father! If you dare disobey me, I'll disown you as my daughter!"

"Fine, I won't acknowledge it. At worst, I'll take my mother's surname, Zuo!"