Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Lin Bei couldn't help but sigh, then thought of something else!

"Sister Na, those two gray rats will definitely run back and call for help."

Madana nodded, turned, and walked towards the room. "Let them scream, we'll kill as many as they come."

Lin Bei followed, muttering to himself as he walked, "Sister Na, aren't you afraid? I'm only at the early stage of Daoist cultivation. Even a three-hundred-year-old vengeful ghost could beat me half to death."

"Don't you have the Lightning Thunder Fist? Go ahead and use it."

"I want to too, but the problem is that my magic power will be gone after just two punches. If it doesn't die, I'll be a dead dog."

Madana ignored him and quickened her pace back to her room.

Lin Bei pursed his lips and returned to his room to begin cultivating!

. . . . . .

The two illusory figures of the gray immortals floated in the air, rushing wildly towards the Ye family's ancestral home.

In the main hall, Rat was still squatting on the offering table, dozing off with his eyes half-closed, except that there was a large pile of peanut shells on the ground!

Two illusory figures of gray immortals floated into the hall, and after entering the physical body, they shuddered!

"Big brother! Big brother!" Rat Two scrambled to Rat One's feet, his voice trembling.

The rat opened its eyes wide, its bright green eyes staring at it: "What are you yelling about? Are you being chased by ghosts?"

"Brother, that Taoist priest...that Taoist priest is Shi Jian's disciple!"

Rat squinted. "Shi Jian? Which Shi Jian? You can tell from the name he's just a small fry. Let's catch him and eat him first!"

"Brother, I'm worried your teeth aren't strong enough to chew it!"

"That Shi Jian from Qingzhu Mountain! The Thunder and Lightning King! The one who severely injured our patriarch a while ago!"

The rat suddenly stood up, its fur standing on end and its tail standing straight up.

"What did you say?"

Rat Three also ran over, lay down on the offering table, and trembled all over.

"Brother, it's true! That young Taoist priest said it himself. He's Shi Jian's disciple, and he said that our ancestor led people to besiege Green Bamboo Mountain, but Shi Jian beat him to a pulp. If it weren't for Grandpa Hu's intervention, our ancestor would have been dead!"

The rat's pupils suddenly contracted, and its claws gripped the wood of the offering table tightly!

It's not just hard, it's so hard you can't even bite into it. If you don't handle it properly, you'll lose your life!

Those people from Maoshan are not to be trifled with; they are all fiercely protective of their own.

It remained silent for a long time, its bright green eyes darting around as it rapidly calculated in its mind.

Shi Jian, the eldest disciple of the Maoshan Sect, possesses the peak cultivation of a geomancer and is invincible in the North with his Lightning Thunder Fist.

Even the ancestor was no match for it. This gray immortal with three hundred years of cultivation was not even as good as an ant in front of Shi Jian.

But that young Taoist priest was only at the early stage of Taoist cultivation, and the yang energy emanating from him was so dense it was almost overwhelming. If one could absorb it…

Rat licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Big brother, how about... we just let it go?" Rat Two said cautiously. "We can't afford to offend Shi Jian."

"I heard that all the Huang family brothers were stewed by them. If they hadn't looked down on us, we would have ended up in their stomachs too!"

"Forget it?" Rat glared at it. "Did you smell the yang energy on that kid? Eating him would increase your cultivation by at least a hundred years!"

"But……"

"But what 'but'?!" Rat slammed its paw on the offering table and roared, "I've cultivated for three hundred years and finally encountered a pure Yang Dao Body, and you're telling me to just let it go?"

"Three hundred years, do you know how I've spent these three hundred years?"

"Being discriminated against within my own ethnic group is bad enough, but I'm also struggling outside!"

The two gray mice looked at each other and dared not utter a sound.

The rat jumped down from the offering table, stood up, put its hands behind its back, walked around on the ground a few times, and swung its tail back and forth.

"Let's go back to our ancestral homeland and find our ancestor!"

"Huh? Looking for the Ancestor?" Rat Three's eyes widened. "The Ancestor is recovering from his injuries. Are we going to disturb him..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The rat slapped it on the head with its paw. "Just go when I told you to!"

Three gray mice jumped out of the window, scurried into their underground mouse hole, and ran wildly towards the ancestral home of the Gray family.

The ancestral home of the Hui family is located on a barren mountain more than 300 miles away from Yejia Town. The entire mountain has been hollowed out, and the ground is covered with countless rat holes.

Rat and his two henchmen ran all night and finally arrived at their ancestral home at dawn.

The entrance to the ancestral land is under an old locust tree at the foot of the mountain. Under the roots of the tree is a hole as big as a water bucket, dark and bottomless.

The rat plunged headfirst into the hole and ran down the tunnel.

The tunnels were interconnected, with as many branching paths as a spider web, but it knew this road very well. After several twists and turns, it ran for half an hour and arrived at the deepest part of the ancestral land.

The deepest part of the ancestral land is a huge underground cave, about half the size of a football field, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling and water dripping down.

In the very center of the cave was a stone bed, covered with thick layers of dry grass and fur.

Master Hui sat cross-legged on the stone bed, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal his internal injuries!

If Lin Bei saw what Gray Ninth Master looked like now, he would definitely laugh so hard he'd roll on the ground.

Almost all of Gray Ninth Master's hair had fallen out, leaving his bare skin exposed, patchy with black and purple marks, like pigskin that had been burned.

In some places, scabs had formed, and yellow pus was oozing from under the skin—it was utterly disgusting!

Although the bleeding from its severed tail had stopped long ago, the severed tail had not grown back!

It looked completely smooth and wrinkled, like a plucked mouse.

Master Hui Jiu closed his eyes and made humming noises.

Shi Jian's thunderous power was too domineering; that punch almost took its life.

After giving Grandpa Hu a five-hundred-year-old medicinal herb as compensation, it only had a few hundred-year-old medicinal herbs left, which were far less effective at healing.

More than half a month has passed since the injury, and it is not even half healed. I can't sleep every day because of the pain, but I can only endure it and practice breathing exercises!

At this moment, a gray rat ran in from the tunnel, lay down in front of the stone bed, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Grandfather, Third Master has returned from outside and says he has something important to report."

Master Hui opened his eyes, a hint of impatience flashing in them.

"Let it in."

The gray rat turned and ran out. Not long after, the big rat emerged from the tunnel with two underlings. Without even raising its head, it lay down in front of the stone bed and respectfully kowtowed nine times.

"Ancestor!"

Gray Ninth Master forced himself to sit up. When he touched his wounds, he grimaced in pain. After calming down for a moment, he squinted at them.

"What is it?"

Rat raised his head, about to speak, when he suddenly saw Gray Ninth Master's current appearance. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was so wide that an egg could fit inside.

Holy crap, how did our ancestors turn into this monstrosity? Did they mutate?

The other two younger brothers were also stunned, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.