Mao Xiaojuan felt that his head was very painful, and there was a sharp pain like tearing, and there were faint memories of scenes in his mind, and his head was swollen and painful as the memories emerged...... The memory was suddenly gone, and the pain was still intense, the eyelids were like a thousand pounds that could not be lifted, and the body was so soft that it was unable to lift it, as if it had a serious illness.

Mao Xiaojuan was idle, but he couldn't sleep because of the pain and pain, it was very uncomfortable, as if there was a big stone blocking his chest, he was very panicked, and he began to check his memory......

This is the memory of a young boy who is also called Mao Xiaojuan...... At the beginning, I checked the memory of this little boy named Mao Xiaojuan, Mao Xiaojuan found that his head didn't seem to hurt so much, and he was relieved a little, the big stone on his chest seemed to be shrunk a little, and his strength was also restored a little, and his fingers could move, so he hurriedly checked it quickly...... With Mao Xiaojuan's inspection, when the little boy Mao Xiaojuan was ten years old, the disease in his whole body was very magically gone.

A simple wooden house, the dilapidated old wooden planks are rusty, the damp and corroded under the wooden house is soaked and soaked, which is particularly obvious compared to the dry top, and there are a little moss and moss growing in the wet place, and the little girl's "woo" came from outside the door, crying very sadly, if there is nothing, there are bursts of sighs looming in it.

Although the room was simple, it was very clean, and there were stacks of books on the small desk in the corner, and next to the books was an old and antique shelf bed, with almost the paint on it, apparently an old shelf bed. The shelf bed was closed with a milk-pure white mosquito net, and inside lay a handsome little boy, covered with a thick quilt covered with patches, and it was obvious that the family was not wealthy. Pillowed on a bamboo pillow, with short black hair like ink, but neatly combed, with a small tail, ten years old, pale face, obviously sick.

The little boy slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the pure white mosquito net above his head, his eyes burst violently, flashing a trace of horror, and sat up straight, stretched out a pair of small hands from the quilt to see, his eyes were suddenly full of horror, and the horror voice came out of the little boy's mouth: "The memory is real, I really crossed...... Really, a world infested with demons and zombies? However, this is the heavens seeing that my corpse clan is about to become extinct, and I can't bear it, let me travel through this world to carry it forward?"

The little boy's eyes were shining, his pale face was flushed, and his excitement was palpable. His name is Mao Xiaojuan, he is a corpse chaser, a bitter scholar who has passed on the art of chasing corpses for decades, and under the whipping of his father, he also learned the secret art of the ancestors who left them to communicate with Buddhism and Taoism for thousands of years, however, the aura of the earth gradually thinned and gradually disappeared, when the old father and the most zombie who accompanied him in his life went, the corpse clan completely became a thing of the past, and the sky net was restored and not leaked, when he spent ten years under the cold mountain finally found a piece of evil land, ready to recover the corpse family, began to raise the corpse, in the success of the day, but was caught as a neuropathy, and watched it take decades to find the last trace of evil in the evil land, the zombie is gone, Mao Xiaojuan can't stand the blow, and jumps from the top of the cold mountain to the bottom......

How can the corpse be desecrated, stealing the corpse, and raising the corpse with chicken and duck blood, etc., he will not be spared for the crime of stealing the corpse alone......

Mao Xiaojuan got up and got out of bed, and the steadiness of the ground seemed to tell him that all this was true.

Looking at himself in the mirror, a little boy, this is his new identity, his name is Mao Xiaojuan, he reminded himself in his heart. This little boy named Mao Xiaojuan was too sick to go, infected with the cold, he didn't go to the doctor before he had an accident, he had no parents and mother, and he was the same as in his previous life, and in the end he was alone, he was raised by his uncle and aunt, and his mother heard that he went when he was three years old, leaving a piece of jade.

His mother seems to be in difficulty at home, and she has been sold to a big family as a maid since she was a child, and she doesn't know how to come back and is still pregnant...... So now he doesn't know who his father is.

Mao Xiaojuan looked for his memory, looked at the copper mirror hanging on the wall, and took out a piece of jade tied with a red rope from under his neck, the size of his thumb, it was a piece of jade without lines, the whole body was red, warm, and he knew that it was worth a lot at a glance.

The cry of "woo" came from outside the room, and he remembered that his uncle and aunt were bitten to death by zombies, and only his uncle and aunt's children were left in the family, a seven-year-old girl named Ma Ling'er, who was also his only relative.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, a little girl, her parents are dead, and she must be very sad to think about it alone in the mourning hall. Mao Xiaojuan accepted the jade and hurried to the mourning hall. Uncle and aunt are a kind couple, pushing a cart to sell soup powder in the market, getting up early to be greedy, and working hard to raise a little boy and daughter, which is something that touches Mao Xiaojuan. Such a kind couple, the little girl has to help take care of her no matter what her status, and she is only seven years old.

There are two white lanterns hanging in the small hall, white cloth wrapped around the corners of the roof of the hall, there are two spiritual seats on the table directly above the hall, and there are two tight and closed coffins next to it, and a delicate little girl squatting below, dressed in mourning clothes, wiping her tears and burning paper money into the brazier. Both sides were full of nearby neighbors, Mao Xiaojuan learned that the family was not rich, and after he died, the relatives looked at the two children, and searched for it, and suddenly the fire became worse, so poor that he didn't even have the money for the funeral, or the kind neighbors helped to make it together, so that he could settle in the ground.

He didn't know who was looting, he was sick, and he didn't have a head to find out, but people came to see it with kindness, and they went around, and they took the sheep by the way, who could say who stole it? After all, there were so many people who came to see it. The heart of a human-faced beast will not be written on the face, and you can't wronged a good person.

As soon as he saw Mao Xiaojuan coming, the neighbors came over, and a few kind-hearted uncles put on mourning clothes for him, Mao Xiaojuan obediently knelt in front of the mourning hall, accompanied by burning paper money, and the kind neighbors did not have it, they all meant to give Mao Xiaojuan with gift money, how could Mao Xiaojuan take it, not to mention anything else, he helped with housework since he was a child, and his uncle and aunt taught him a good skill of soup powder, which could support himself and his little sister.

The neighbors are not wealthy people, although it is a custom to follow the ceremony, but there are a little more with each one, hundreds of gold coins, he knows the price and the current situation, plus the funeral money is made up by the neighbors, a lot of money, how can it be collected, all politely refuse one by one. After hearing that Mao Xiaojuan could support himself, the neighbors couldn't refuse, so they were embarrassed to take it back.

The little girl choked up and twitched, her eyes were red and she cried, and she shouted at Mao Xiaojuan in a hoarse voice: "Brother." ”

Mao Xiaojuan just dismissed the neighbor's kindness, and when he saw that his little sister Ma Xiaoling was calling him, he hurriedly trotted over and stroked her supple little head with a ponytail: "Sister, what's wrong? Are you sleepy? ”

"Yes. Ma Xiaoling wiped a handful of tears, her little sleeves were wet, and she nodded obediently.

Seeing that Ma Xiaoling was only seven years old and so sensible at such a young age, in the good environment of life in her previous life, how could she have seen such a young person so sensible, and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

"Brother, I'm sleepy. Ma Xiaoling yawned, and her tear-stained little face had pajamas that couldn't stop it.

Mao Xiaojuan looked at the sky, a dog barked in the distance, it was already late at night, touched Ma Xiaoling's head, and nodded: "Go to sleep, brother vigil." ”

"Yes, brother. Ma Xiaoling nodded sensibly, and then the kind neighbor aunt took her to sleep. Looking at Ma Xiaoling's well-behaved and sensible appearance, Mao Xiaojuan sighed in his heart: "The children of the poor are sensible early." ”

"Everyone is gone, it's late at night, and Ming'er still has to work. Uncle Zhang, who had been helping by the side, glanced at the dim sky with his cloudy old eyes, and his old face full of ravines became a little more condensed, and greeted everyone. They all nodded.

"Xiaojuan, you keep watch this night, you have to keep watch for seven days in a row, and I will come over tomorrow morning to help you take care of your sister, so that you can rest. Uncle Zhang looked at Mao Xiaojuan, rubbed his head, and smiled kindly.

"Yes. Mao Xiaojuan nodded politely.

Uncle Zhang found that Mao Xiaojuan seemed to have something more today...... Mimi's cloudy old eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence, and after a look, she realized that she ...... It's mature, and I can't help but sigh in my heart: "Poor child, I was still skinned yesterday, and today I have grown up all at once." He rubbed his head again, and his loving gaze did not decrease by half, but increased.

As Uncle Zhang beckoned to help the neighbors, the neighbors all left, and when they left, they didn't forget to close the doors and windows of each room, and took the door with them, so they all looked quite worried and left. They are all a group of kind neighbors, and the subtle actions can't help but warm Mao Xiaojuan's heart.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, Uncle Zhang has been accompanying Mao Xiaojuan to burn paper money, Mao Xiaojuan has no way to cultivate, I don't know how the exercises in the previous life are different from this life? Looking at Uncle Zhang's face The sleepiness is becoming more and more obvious, he is seventy and eighty years old, and he still stays up all night with him.

Unbearable, Mao Xiaojuan got up and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, go to sleep, it's midnight, the patrol team is also out to patrol, I'll watch for a while, there's no danger." ”

"Yes, small rolls. Uncle Zhang rubbed Mao Xiaocurly's hair, nodded, yawned, rubbed Mimi's eyes, and left on crutches, walking out of the door and not forgetting to close the door tightly.

As soon as Uncle Zhang left, Mao Xiaojuan sat down cross-legged, and after some cultivation, he felt that the absorption of the aura of heaven and earth was slower than in his previous life, and he sighed deeply: "This body is really right with memory, and the talent for martial arts is extremely poor, so I have to find a way to get two zombies and ghosts, and cultivate the trick of breaking corpses and borrowing ghosts." ”

This is a place called the Demon Continent, zombies are rampant everywhere, evil ghosts hurt people, monsters eat people, no place is safe, the world is falling apart, and it is occupied by powerful sects, families, and strong people, but this is also unsafe, out of the city, zombies in the wild, evil ghosts and monsters are everywhere.

Breaking the corpse and borrowing the ghost to solve it is his ancestral exercise, it doesn't matter if the talent is poor, it is specially left for the descendants who have no talent for martial arts, as long as there are enough tame zombies and imps and demon beasts, the cultivation will slowly increase.

Martial artist is an ancient profession with zombies, evil ghosts, and demon beasts, powerful warriors, zombies, evil ghosts, and demon beasts are also afraid, although the human body is very weak, but can learn powerful martial arts to fight against it, and there are all kinds of generations of ingenuity and aggression of the divine weapon assistance, and it is invincible.

Mao Xiaojuan looked at the two coffins placed next to him, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look forward to it in his heart: "Legend has it that the zombies in this world have cultivated to fly to high places, I don't know what kind of zombie bites?"