Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Ren Tingting left.

Lin Yi stood at the entrance of the alley, watching her figure disappear at the end of the bluestone road, and wasn't too worried about her safety.

She now possesses the strength of a flying zombie and is of the Ying Gou bloodline, making it difficult for ordinary cannonballs to harm her. Moreover, she can retreat to the Netherworld plane at any time.

However, he was filled with anticipation for her future.

This is the height of World War II.

The battlefields were nothing short of meat grinders; North Africa, the Eastern Front, and the Pacific—the sheer scale of the tens of millions of casualties brought about a terrifying aura that allowed her strength to rise to an astonishing level in just a few years.

When she comes back, she might already be just as good as Qingqing.

He withdrew his gaze and turned back to the Liu family mansion.

After Ren Tingting left, everyone's mood noticeably dropped.

Michelle and her companions briefly strolled around Longping Town, bought a few hand-embroidered handkerchiefs at the town's market, took a short ride on a covered boat, and returned to the Liu family mansion before nightfall.

Liu Cheng had also buried his deceased wife and returned from the ancestral graves. Lingzhi followed behind Liu Cheng, her eyes red and swollen from crying, but she was in much better spirits than in the afternoon.

Seeing Lingzhi's obedient and adorable demeanor, Michelle knelt down and spoke a few words to her. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her. She then took Lingzhi's hand and led her to Lin Yi, whispering:

"Ayi, I'd like to adopt Lingzhi as my goddaughter. What do you think?"

Lin Yi was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, resting, when she heard her words and opened them.

This girl is really cute. Her parents are both good-looking, so she'll definitely grow up to be a beauty.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. "Huh? He's actually someone born during the Ten Spirit Hour!"

The Ten Spirits Hour is an extremely special type of birth chart. People born under this chart have spiritual energy in their blood and are natural seeds for spiritual cultivation.

But it is precisely because of the spiritual energy in the blood that it easily attracts the covetousness of demons and monsters.

Similarly, their saliva, or bodily fluids, can subdue demons.

Lin Xiaoting in the monster city is Shi Ling Shi. Her saliva can injure the Thai Yin-Yang Corpse, which is not even afraid of Taoist magic!

If she were a Ten-Spirit Woman, she would certainly be qualified to be Michelin's goddaughter.

"Okay, you decide what to do. When our child is born, it'll be good to have an older sister to play with."

Michelle smiled and took Lingzhi's hand, asking her to call her godmother.

Lingzhi glanced timidly at Michelle, then at Liu Cheng. Liu Cheng quickly gave her a wink, signaling her to kowtow immediately.

Lingzhi obediently knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Michelin, then called out in a soft voice, "Godmother."

Michelle smiled and pulled her into her arms, gently rubbing her fluffy little head, her eyes and brows radiating maternal tenderness.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Lin Yi and her group got ready to set off.

Liu Cheng handed over the land deed of the Liu family's old house to the town mayor and appeared in his dream to ask him to distribute it to the families of the dozen or so brothers who were burned to death by Peng Si at Xiancaotang.

The land deed that Peng Sixin had been longing for was easily given away by Liu Cheng.

The car slowly drove out of Guihua Lane, turned onto the main road of Longping Town, and then headed south.

After getting onto the main road, the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road gradually increased.

Even with war raging on the mainland, many people still seek refuge on Hong Kong Island.

Suddenly, Lin Yi saw a middle-aged man with a thin figure wearing a gray cloth long gown carrying a carrying pole by the roadside. One end of the pole had luggage, and the other end had a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting on it.

He was accompanied by a woman in a cheongsam, walking briskly through the crowd.

Lin Yi recognized that face all too well—it was Yu Zhou Dan's face, the face of Wing Chun master Master Ye!

Based on the timeline, it should be within the last two years that Master Ye's family moved from Foshan to Hong Kong Island.

His storyline in Hong Kong Island is still long, so there's no rush to strike up a conversation right now.

Just as he was about to look away, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a carriage not far behind him.

It was an ordinary flatbed carriage with several wooden crates on it, covered with an oilcloth to keep out the rain.

The driver was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, wearing a black short jacket and holding a riding whip in his hand.

A girl dressed in an apricot-colored floral dress sat on the carriage platform next to the boy, carrying a peach wood sword on her back. Her two slender legs were crossed on the platform, her posture casual and beautiful.

Madonna.

Lin Yi raised her eyebrows slightly.

How did she end up on this road?

Moreover, judging from the direction, it's heading south, and it's highly likely that it's going to Hong Kong Island.

The Ma family is different from ordinary Taoist families. Their Taoist skills are passed down to women, not men. Women are responsible for slaying demons and monsters, while men are responsible for procreation.

The boy next to Madonna is probably her younger brother.

Lin Yi made no attempt to stop and greet them. The women of the Ma family were entangled with fate, and getting close to them at this time could easily lead to being manipulated by fate.

Just then, Madonna suddenly looked up and looked ahead.

Her gaze lingered on the car for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly—she sensed the presence of ghosts and spirits.

At the same time, a strange flutter welled up in her heart, as if there was someone very important to her in the car.

"Could it be you?" Madonna murmured softly, as Lin Yi's image suddenly flashed through her mind.

Sitting in the car, Lin Yi couldn't help but shudder. He quickly said to Wang Daniu, "Daniu, drive faster."

Wang Daniu responded and stepped on the gas, causing the car to accelerate rapidly, kicking up a cloud of dust on the bumpy dirt road.

Because of Ren Tingting's departure, Michelle and her friends lost interest in sightseeing, and the car crossed the border into the North District of Hong Kong Island in the evening.

The Hong Kong Island in this world is more than ten times larger than the Hong Kong Island before Lin Yi's time travel, covering a total area of ​​more than 50,000 square kilometers.

The North District was not very developed at this time, and it was mostly small villages. Lin Yi estimated that it would take at least several hours to drive to Kowloon City, so he decided to go there tomorrow.

He told Wang Daniu to stop in a grove of trees outside a village.

It was dinnertime, and the grove was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional bird call from afar.

Strangely, there was no smoke from the village ahead, and not even a single light was on. The entire village was shrouded in darkness, like a long-abandoned, deserted village.

Lin Yi pushed open the car door, stood at the edge of the grove, and squinted at the thick resentment that permeated the sky above the village.

It wasn't an abandoned village; there were still people inside—he could sense the presence of living people.

But besides a few living people, there was also a vengeful ghost with extremely strong resentment.

The resentment was so intense that it almost shrouded the entire village in an invisible, blood-red cloud.

"Dayong, go and take a look," Lin Yi instructed Ma Dayong, who was standing to the side.

Ma Dayong also sensed something was wrong, responded, and strode towards the village.

The village was small, with withered yellow weeds growing along the stone-paved roadside, and the doors of several mud-brick houses were ajar, the windows pitch black.

Ma Dayong followed the direction where the resentment was strongest and arrived at an ancestral hall in the center of the village.

The ancestral hall's doors were wide open, and the images of the door gods carved on the door panels had faded and peeled off, leaving only two blurry eyes staring ahead in the twilight.

He stepped into the ancestral hall and saw a row of memorial tablets on the offering table in the center, with an oil lamp flickering in front of them.

And the first place in the ranking is clearly written as the position of the most beautiful woman of the Chu family!