Eastern Empire, Night City Dalong Village.

The yellowish candlelight illuminated a young face, this was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, dressed in plain clothes, with short hair, although young, but the whole body exuded a vicissitudes and a long breath, in the candlelight, even more mysterious.

The young man stared at the flame above the candle in a daze, his little hand supporting his chin, but his mind flew out of the clouds.

He remembered a long, long time ago, when he was a god on high.

Later, he met a generation of exorcists, Ning Xue, and he became a human.

Later, with the prejudice and exclusion of the world, he became the zombie king again.

Actually, what he wants to do most is people.

"Fuck the world, I'm impatient, I blow up my zombie body, I want to die once, but the thief wants to get me to the other world to suffer. ”

Zombies are born from the resentment of heaven and earth, immortal, immortal, immortal, abandoned by heaven, earth and people outside the Three Realms and Six Realms, wandering, displaced, in the world, with resentment as strength, blood as food, with the blood of all beings to vent endless loneliness.

When the world is struggling to pursue eternal life, how can anyone ever think about the pain of eternal life!

"Forget it, I don't want to do this, since I come to it, I am not familiar with this Rauszstan continent, in a strange world, I just want to be a person and enjoy the fun of being a man, this is my lifelong pursuit. ”

The boy stood up, clapped his hands, and blew lightly to extinguish the candle.

In the darkness, a pair of gray pupils seemed to pierce the darkness and find the way forward. Perhaps, the road ahead of him is already dark, and he needs to have a pair of eyes that can see at night.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the crack in the window, and the boy blinked his eyelashes slightly, and when he woke up, he seemed to be a little confused, sat up in a daze, yawned three or four times in a row, and then rubbed his eyes vigorously, and got down from the bed to wash up.

Walking out of the room, an eerie cold air surged in, and the young man couldn't help but shiver, muttering in his mouth: "Hell, there are obviously no demons and monsters here, why is it so cold, making Lao Tzu, a sixth-generation gray-eyed zombie, shiver." ”

Speaking of this, the young man's face obviously showed a trace of helplessness, he was originally a zombie king general who was almost a god, but unfortunately he blew up the zombie real body, and a drop of the zombie king's true blood was integrated into this young man, and his strength was greatly reduced, from a generation of red-eyed zombie kings to six generations of gray-eyed zombies.

Suddenly knocked down the dust from the clouds, making Jiang Cheng a little overwhelmed.

However, there is always a glimmer of life in the world, and he will become a zombie king with the true blood, as long as the energy is enough, he will be able to recover the true body of the general sooner or later, which makes Jiang Cheng feel a little relieved in his heart.

Looking around, the joy on Cheng's face was swept away, this is a dilapidated house, although the inner hall is very large, but it is empty, there is no large furniture, it is deserted, Jiang Cheng is standing in the lobby, like a lonely ghost without sustenance.

"I'm rubbing, no wonder I feel cold, it turns out that this home is too deserted, and my dad won't be back yet, right?"

Jiang Cheng muttered, walked to the room next to him, lifted the curtain and looked, sure enough, it was not unexpected by the general, the bedding on the bed was twisted, and the room was in a mess.

"Alas, with such a dad on the stall, my cheap son is also drunk. ”

Jiang Cheng shook his head and walked in, stretched out his hand to tidy it up, he was a little paranoid in his heart, and a little cleanliness, as long as it felt messy, he would sort it out over and over again, until he looked pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the neat futon, Jiang Cheng smiled with satisfaction, opened the door, and suddenly, the golden sunlight shone in, making this deserted home have a warm feeling.

Jiang Cheng felt the warmth on his face, couldn't help but close his eyes in enjoyment, he simply moved a chair, sat directly at the door, and basked in the sun comfortably.

The sun is getting higher, Jiang Cheng's brows are furrowed, usually at this time, his father should be back, don't look at Jiang Dark Star is a well-known drunkard, but the concept of time is outrageous, almost stepping on the point back, not a second later, not a second earlier.

"Cheap dad won't drink to death in the hotel. ”

There was some worry in his heart, and then Jiang Cheng smiled, and secretly said that he was worried about eating radishes salty, even if all the people in the Stan Continent drank to death, there would be no cheap dad.

Thinking like this, Jiang Cheng's worries eased slightly, whistled, hummed a touching little love song and walked to the kitchen, and began to light a fire.

A dozen pieces of wood were stuffed into the hearth, and his eyes slowly changed color, and at the same time, a spark burst into it, and before and then smoke came out, followed by flames.

"Well, I'm a genius, and the villagers say how hard it is to make a fire, and I can't see that. ”

Jiang Cheng boasted proudly, if he let others know that the dignified zombie king used his ability just to make a fire, those zombies who didn't have the ability would jump off the building in frustration, and he wouldn't be able to fall to his death if he jumped off the building.

The fire is lit, Jiang Cheng starts to cook and stir-fry, as a zombie, Jiang Cheng can't eat these things, because the food of zombies is just blood and yin qi, because people are the spirit of all things, and their blood contains powerful energy, which can supplement the nutrition of zombie survival.

However, Jiang Cheng wants to be a man, what he enjoys is not the dark sky with diarrhea after eating, but the process of cooking, every move is full of fun.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was accidentally scratched by a kitchen knife, and Jiang Cheng subconsciously took his finger into his mouth, and before he could reach his mouth, the wound on his finger healed automatically, as if it had never appeared.

Jiang Cheng was stunned, and a wordless anger suddenly surged in his heart, as if to laugh at his own stupidity, or sarcastically mock him for covering his ears and stealing the bell, ignoring the identity of a zombie.

After being silent for a moment, Jiang Chengcai picked up the kitchen knife to cut vegetables, but a discerning person could see at a glance that Jiang Cheng was absent-minded at this time, and his deep eyes were a little scattered, as if he was thinking about something unknown.

Gradually, a strong fragrance wafted from the kitchen, and he walked out with an apron tied around his waist, and walked out with a smile on his face, and jumped to the door and looked into the distance, but there was still no figure.

His brows gradually furrowed, Jiang Cheng became uneasy, took off his apron, and hurriedly ran out.

Dalong Village is close to the mountains and rivers, behind the village is the towering Riquan Mountain, the trees on the mountain are high and dense, the verdant and straight, in front of the village is the tributary of the Wujiang River that rolls eastward, which is a good place in the previous life Feng Shui.

Jiang Cheng came to the entrance of the village, under a big locust tree that has grown for hundreds of years, a white-haired old man slept on a recliner, basking in the sun leisurely, and humming an unknown song in his mouth.

"Grandpa Huck, have you seen my father?" asked Shocheng politely.

Huck is the head of Dalong Village, he is friendly, especially for Jiangcheng, he smiled and said: "Oh, it's Jiangcheng, are you waiting for your father again? ”

Jiang Cheng smiled and declined, he knew that the village chief of Huck was kind-hearted, but Jiang Dark Star was his father after all, even if Jiang Cheng was no longer the original Jiang Cheng, but he still looked forward to a bit of family affection in his heart, even if there was almost no family affection.

"Alas, good boy!" Village Chief Huck looked at Jiang Cheng's face, sighed slightly in his heart, seemed to remember something, and said, "Jiang Cheng, you will be twelve years old in two days, right?"

Jiang Cheng didn't know why the village chief Huck was asking this, but out of respect for the old man, he still replied obediently: "Grandpa Huck, I was born on March 25, 225 in the stan calendar, and it will be my birthday in two days." ”

"Hehe, it seems that I'm not old yet, I remember correctly, on your birthday, Grandpa Huck will personally celebrate your birthday, if you rely on that drunkard, I'm afraid you won't have to do it. The village chief Huck said dissatisfiedly.

Jiang Cheng smiled and did not answer.

"That's right, it will be completed, in two days, the divine envoy of the night city will have a routine business, come to the ancestral hall of Dalong Village to open the blessing of the dragon god to the children who have reached the age of twelve, you should prepare well, if you can be favored by the divine envoy, your future achievements are limitless. The village chief of Huck glanced at it meaningfully.

"Who is the Divine Envoy?" asked Jiang Cheng nonchalantly.

Hearing this, the village chief of Huck laughed, pointed at Jiang Cheng and said, "Silly boy, the gods are not humans, they are gods, and they are the most noble exorcists in the Stan Continent. ”

Thundered.

It was as if the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploded in his mind, and he was about to become dizzy, as a zombie king's general, he had never seen an exorcist, although the exorcist could not kill him, but that wonderful exorcism still left a deep memory on Jiangcheng.

Especially that peerless shadow, bathed in light, destroying the light of the world, almost seriously injured the general.

He is now the sixth generation of gray-eyed zombies, the weakest existence in the corpse clan, can he withstand the attack of the exorcist of the Stan Continent?

For no reason, a sense of urgency rose in Jiang Cheng's heart, and a dangerous aura was approaching.

"Grandpa Huck, are exorcists powerful?" asked Jiang Cheng casually.

"Silly boy, exorcists are the most noble beings on the Stan Continent, they are the spokesmen of Lord Dragon God in the world, their mana is monstrous, their power is overwhelming, of course they are powerful, do you know why our Great Dragon Village is called Great Dragon Village?" Grandpa Huck asked with a smile.

Jiang Cheng pouted, and secretly said that the old man was also an idle egg, and he sold it all.

"Because there is a dragon exorcist in our Dalong Village, which is more powerful than the exorcist apprentice and exorcist, he is the pride of our Dalong Village, even if the soul of this exorcist has been taken over by the dragon god, but his prestige is still praised in the night city, and every year the mayor of the town will personally come to Dalong Village to inspect to show his respect for the exorcist. ”

The village chief Huck said with great interest, not noticing that Jiang Cheng's face was getting more and more ugly, and the more he listened to Huck talk about how powerful the exorcist was, the more uneasy the general's heart became.

He's too weak, he hasn't been enough to be a human being, how can he die.

"Grandpa Huck, can I not go, father is like this, I want to be at home with him. Jiang Cheng said hesitantly.

The village chief of Huke's voice stopped abruptly, looked at Jiang Cheng with complicated eyes, and only sighed after a long time, and said: "How much virtue has the dark star accumulated in the previous life to have a good son like you, that's it, the old man still has some face in Wujiang Town, I will ask the town elder to leave a place, and wait for you to deal with the matter of the dark star, and then accept the blessing of the dragon god of the divine envoy." ”

Jiang Cheng was stunned, opened his mouth and stopped talking. He was about to cry, it's not like this, according to common sense, I said that I should be filial to my father, you should praise it vigorously, and then follow the topic down, and don't let me participate in the blessing of the dragon god of Raushzi.

"Good boy, Grandpa Huck went back first. Huck stood up, patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder, and shook off one step at a time.

Croak.

Jiang Cheng felt a few crows flying overhead, and it was messy in an instant.