Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

"What? Brother Lin has already killed Cao Shaolin? So quickly?"

Shen Wei's eyes widened as his gaze fell on the golden pistol in Lin Yi's hand.

He recognized the gun; it was indeed Cao Shaolin's signature weapon, which he never parted with.

Cao Shaolin always treasured this eighth birthday gift his father gave him.

If the gun is in your possession, you're safe; if the gun falls into someone else's hands, you're definitely gone.

"Don't worry about me handling things!"

Lin Yi leaned back in her armchair and briefly recounted what had happened at the Puxian noodle shop.

Shen Wei slapped his thigh repeatedly upon hearing this, cursing him as an idiot several times.

"That son of a bitch Cao Shaolin, he's always been arrogant because of his father's power, and he even dared to go to a noodle shop alone and refuse to eat beef. Even if Brother Lin doesn't kill him, someone else will teach him a lesson sooner or later."

He finished cursing and then suddenly stopped, his expression changing from pleasure to pain.

Fifty thousand silver dollars! He had scraped together fifty thousand silver dollars from the entire Gobi County, and it had all gone down the drain.

Lin Yi's trip took less than a day, and Cao Shaolin resolved it all. It was such a waste of money.

But he dared not go back on his word.

Cao Shaolin is dead, but Cao Ying is still alive. He has seven or eight thousand men under his command who are entrenched in northern Guangdong and are one of the most prominent puppet army forces in the region.

Lin Yi killed Cao Ying's most beloved son, and Cao Ying will come looking for revenge sooner or later.

As for taking the opportunity to kidnap Lin Yi and claim the reward from Cao Ying—

The thought did flash through Shen Wei's mind for a moment, but he immediately dismissed it.

Lin Yi's two thousand elite troops were no pushovers; they were equipped with Type 99 Arisaka rifles, grenade launchers, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns—far superior to his hundred or so broken guns and one small mountain gun.

Moreover, Cao Ying is notoriously ruthless and has a history of double-crossing. If you go to him for a reward, there's no guarantee he won't take the opportunity to devour you whole, leaving not even the bones behind.

"Let's go, Brother Lin!" Shen Wei stood up, slapped Lin Yi on the shoulder, and his face regained its former rugged and heroic air.

"You've done me a huge favor, I'll treat you to drinks! We're drinking until we drop!"

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat.

The highlight of the zombie apocalypse storyline takes place in the hotel where Shen Wei went.

Taoist Qian, along with A Fang and the tomb raider Wang Cai, lived on the second floor with the zombie. Taoist Wu followed them there, intending to cause trouble.

He was originally thinking of going to that hotel by himself, but Shen Wei made arrangements for him first.

Shen Wei led Lin Yi out of the Marshal's Mansion, and the two got into the car, which sped off to the most bustling intersection in the county town.

The car stopped in front of a three-story Western-style building. Lin Yi looked up and realized that she had indeed come to the right place.

This is a Western-style hotel with stained glass windows on the facade, a red carpet at the entrance, and even the doormen wearing white shirts and black vests. It's not much different from hotels in the provincial capital.

And the shopkeeper standing behind the counter in the lobby has a face that looks nine-tenths like Wu Ma.

The hotel lobby was bustling with people, most of whom were Western-style businessmen, and a few of them were accompanied by female companions with permed hair.

A gleaming price list hung on the wall, which Lin Yi glanced at—

Good heavens, a standard room costs two silver dollars a night, and a deluxe suite costs ten silver dollars.

Qian Youcai earns a monthly salary of one hundred silver dollars, which is almost all gone after ten nights in a luxury suite.

It seems that no matter how poor a place is, there will always be people who live extravagantly beyond imagination!

"General, you've arrived." The shopkeeper hurriedly came forward and bowed.

Shen Wei waved his hand dismissively: "Go, kick everyone out of the bar, and cook some good dishes; I need to entertain our distinguished guests!"

"Yes, Commander." The shopkeeper responded and personally led a few employees to clear the area.

The bar's patrons were asked to leave in twos and threes. Some grumbled their dissatisfaction, but when they saw it was Shen Wei, they all wisely shut their mouths.

Shen Wei was like a local tyrant in Gobi County; no one dared to offend him.

"Brother Lin, I should thank you." Shen Wei turned his head, lowered his voice, and had a hint of pride on his face.

"This hotel used to be my property. Later, I lost to that bastard Cao Shaolin in a card game, and now he's dead—hehe, there's no way to prove it now."

Lin Yi looked at him suspiciously. "You didn't lose even the Marshal's Mansion, did you?"

"Hehe." Shen Wei blushed and didn't say anything.

"You're awesome." Lin Yi understood and gave him a thumbs up.

This guy was quite a character in the warlord world, losing the entire Marshal's Mansion playing cards and owing 100,000 silver dollars.

The bar was quickly cleaned up.

Shen Wei walked behind the bar with practiced ease, took out an unopened bottle of whiskey, and personally poured Lin Yi a glass.

While pouring the wine, he couldn't resist boasting, "This is real wine; everyone else is drinking fake stuff."

"Come, let me toast you. Thank you, Brother Lin, for solving this huge problem for me. If it weren't for you, my whole family would be finished."

Shen Wei picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and gulped down a full glass of whiskey.

Lin Yi finished her drink, smacked her lips, and thought it was just so-so.

Whisky, this foreign stuff, smells smoky and tastes strong and harsh. The alcohol hits you right in the head, and people who are used to drinking Guojiao (a famous Chinese liquor brand) really can't appreciate its goodness.

It's not as smooth as a bottle of aged special liquor.

"Brother Lin, you have a good capacity for alcohol!"

After downing a glass of wine, Shen Wei's face flushed slightly. Seeing that Lin Yi remained expressionless and didn't even blink, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

Lin Yi shook her head. What's the big deal?

With his current physique, he could drink whiskey like water and not get drunk, unless it was a heart wine personally made by Bai Suzhen or a legendary fairy wine, which would allow him to taste a slight buzz.

For him, wine brewed by mortals was no different from soda.

Shen Wei, however, did not have that ability.

He seemed to want to get drunk from the start, drinking one glass after another without eating much food, and his hand became increasingly unsteady as he poured the wine.

After finishing the whiskey, I asked the bartender to bring me brandy.

His face quickly turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and his tongue began to twitch.

"Brother Lin, you're really something else." Shen Wei held his wine glass, leaning forward unsteadily, his spittle almost splashing onto Lin Yi's face.

"I fucking call him some kind of warlord, but he only had a little over a hundred soldiers, and his only heavy weapon was a mountain cannon."

If I had over two thousand people like you, that bastard Cao Shaolin wouldn't dare to set a trap for me... I... thank you!

Lin Yi subtly moved her chair back half a foot to avoid his spittle.

Shen Wei downed another glass, then suddenly pulled out a photo from his pocket, stared at the woman in the photo for a moment, and tears welled up without warning.

"Waaaaah... Qianwen. I love you so much, why wouldn't you consummate our marriage and even tried to commit suicide!"

He pressed the photo to his chest and cried his eyes out.

Lin Yi glanced at the photo. It showed a young woman with delicate features who looked almost exactly like Xiao Yu, whom he had beaten to death.

However, since coming into this world, he has seen many people who look alike and has long been used to it.

The woman in the photo is Shen Wei's ninth concubine, the one who died suddenly last night.

Shen Wei cried for a while, then suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring intently at Lin Yi, his voice hoarse and sinister: "Brother Lin, tell me, why doesn't Qianwen love me? Is it because I'm not good enough for her?"

The tone of this sentence was completely different from the previous lament; it was like a crocodile lurking at the bottom of the water suddenly revealing its back.

A chilling killing intent had quietly surfaced in his drunken eyes.

Lin Yi saw it all and understood it perfectly.

That bastard Shen Wei is emboldened by alcohol and wants to kill someone.

Perhaps it was the impulsiveness after drinking, or perhaps the alcohol amplified the tyranny unique to warlords in his bones.

In the original series, he behaved the same way when he was drunk, and at the slightest provocation, he pulled out a gun and shot two bartenders dead.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a weak bartender."

Lin Yi leaned back in her chair, looking at him with a half-smile, and replied, "Maybe, after all, you're old enough to be her father."

Shen Wei's facial muscles twitched violently.

"Hey, what did you say, Mr. Lin?"

He suddenly drew his Mauser pistol from his waist, pointing the muzzle directly at Lin Yi's forehead, his finger on the trigger, his voice high-pitched and hoarse with anger and alcohol.

"Say it again!"

When the two bartenders saw Shen Wei draw his gun, they cowered behind the bar, not daring to utter a sound.

Lin Yixiaoxiong shrugged, not even blinking.

I said—you're too old, the girls won't be interested in you.

"If it weren't for the skin on your body, you wouldn't even be able to drink her foot bath water."

"court death!"

Shen Wei let out a beast-like roar and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gunshots rang out in the empty bar. The two bartenders closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the blood splatter that followed.

However, after the gunshot, there was no sound of a body falling to the ground.

Shen Wei's eyes widened, his mouth agape, and he froze on the spot, instantly sobering up considerably.

Lin Yi sat opposite him, a flattened bullet between two fingers.

The bullet was still steaming, compressed into a small round disc, lying quietly between Lin Yi's fingers.

"Of all martial arts techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed."

Lin Yi loosened her grip, and the flattened bullet clattered to the table, bounced twice, and rolled to Shen Wei's wine glass.

"It's a misunderstanding, Brother Lin, it was all a misunderstanding!"

Shen Wei swallowed hard, then threw the gun far away as if he had been burned.

"I drank too much horse piss and got dizzy."

"It's okay, just be more careful in the next life," Lin Yi said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

"Thanks, uh—" Shen Wei was about to say thank you when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just then, Lin Yi slapped him.

Shen Wei's head spun around his neck a few times, making a sickening cracking sound, and finally stopped with his face turned away—following in Long Nanguang's footsteps.