C26 (1/2)

”Ah …” Junior Martial Uncle... Young Master, did you hear that? ” A young, trembling voice came from the bushes by the roadside.

”Hua …”

A burst of noise came from the bushes not far from the sound. An angry man's voice sounded: ”What are you shouting for? It's not like I'm dead, so there's no need to shout 'soul'! ”

”...” Junior Martial Uncle, aren't you cold? Why don't we come back another day? ”

The tender voice was obviously nervous, causing people to feel tender towards him.

However, there seemed to be people who refused to buy it.

”Humph!”

A Daoist priest wearing a black daoist robe with a full beard suddenly stood up. As he brushed away the branches and flowers on his body, he let out a cold snort.

A four or five-year-old Daoist boy stood up. He didn't care about the leaves and vines on his body as he rushed to his Martial Uncle's side. He held his Martial Uncle's thigh with both hands and raised his head to look at his Martial Uncle with tears in his eyes and said, ”My Martial Uncle, the wind is blowing. It's cold!”

The Daoist looked at the thin and shivering Daoist boy in front of him and scolded, ”Who told you to secretly follow me? You deserve to die from the cold! ”

The little Daoist felt a bit wronged and said, ”Junior Martial Uncle, I really want to see the rare high quality zombie that you said you met once in a hundred years. Since you're not willing to bring me along, then I can only secretly follow you!”

[It took me so much effort to keep up with you. Can you stop being so fierce?] The little Daoist said to himself.

Hmph, you think you can see the top quality zombies just because you want to?” The Daoist priest could not help but roll his eyes and stoop down to pick up the young Daoist in his arms.

The little Daoist's young and tender voice once again sounded out, ”Junior master, what kind of zombie is a top-grade zombie? ”Is it very strong?”

”Zombies of high quality are naturally different from ordinary zombies!” You idiot! ” The Junior Martial Uncle's disdainful words came out, but unexpectedly, he met the young Daoist's aggrieved gaze.

”Ordinary zombies are a bit ugly, and they are afraid of the sun, so their movements aren't very nimble. And the top-grade zombies that I mentioned don't have these problems. ” The Junior Martial Uncle had no choice but to explain.

”Oh, so that's how it is. Isn't that more or less like a person!?” The little Daoist comprehended.

”If his cultivation experience went a bit deeper, he might not be able to recognize that he's a zombie even while walking on the streets in a sunny day.” The Junior Martial Uncle felt that he was becoming more and more loving, yet he actually patiently explained so much.

”Zombies drink blood, but why haven't I heard about it from the people around us?” the little Daoist asked again.

”That's because he doesn't drink blood!”

Facing these hundred thousand 'why' juniors, the Junior Martial Uncle was very tired. He had no choice but to explain, lest the demon note pierce his ears again.

”Zombies are divided into bloodsucking and non-bloodsucking groups! Sigh, stop asking so many questions. When you grow up, you will naturally know a lot of things! If a child thinks too much, he will easily lose his mind! ” Before the little cultivator could ask again, the Junior Martial Uncle said.

”Aren't you surprised? Why don't these zombies look any different from zombies? ” The little Daoist stopped talking, and the Junior Martial Uncle could not help but ask.

The little Daoist didn't answer and instead asked, ”Are there many of these zombies?”

The young martial uncle replied, ”Of course not! If so, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Your Martial Uncle just happened to bump into him a while ago. If it wasn't for those bastards from Supreme Purity Monastery, that zombie would have long been in your Martial Uncle's possession! ”