Ren Weiyong recalled the plot of the new Mr. Zombie.
Ren Dalong turned into a zombie because his father... uh, it seemed like his second uncle, Nido, turned into a zombie after his death and bit Ren Dalong.
This was a little different from the original plot.
Considering that Mr. Zombie was not a movie series, the plots of several works were not coherent. The zombie universe that Ren Weiyong was in should have some kind of modification to the original plot, similar to a parallel universe.
However, the overall situation would not change much. This was determined by the will of the Great Cosmos!
Ren Weiyong was thinking about these messy things when suddenly, a wail came from outside the door.
"Uncle! Douchi Ying is indeed unreliable…Save me!”
Ren Dalong's figure appeared outside the temple, jumping around.
Plop!
The moment he rushed into the temple, he fell to the ground.
It was a prostrating posture.
"What happened?" Ren Weiyong appeared again and asked.”
"Uncle! Second Uncle turned into a zombie and bit me. Douchi Ying couldn't protect me…"
Ren Dalong was very aggrieved and cried with snot and tears.
His uncle had said that Lin Jiu could help him, but he was still bitten by a zombie. He didn't dare to blame his uncle. He could only push the blame to Lin Jiu and hope that his uncle would pity him.
"You're not his Sister Lian. How can he protect you 24/7?”Ren Weiyong calmly explained for Lin Jiu.
"But after I was bitten, he couldn't cure me!”Ren Dalong opened his mouth wide, revealing his fangs.
Lin Jiu and his two disciples made glutinous rice and ground zombie tooth powder. They tortured him for a long time, but in the end, he was still not cured.
"It's too late. The poison has attacked your heart. No one can save you.”Ren Weiyong glanced at the wound that was oozing pus and shook his head gently.
" This…This…" Ren Dalong was shocked and angry."But you clearly said that Douchiying can solve my problem!”
"He solved your problem. Didn't he save Sister Lian's fetus?”Ren Weiyong asked with a smile.
The big shot was stunned and stammered,"This…that…Sister Lian and the child are fine, but I turned into a zombie!”
"What's wrong with turning into a zombie?”Ren Weiyong raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Ah?" Ren Dalong was stunned.
艹!
How could he forget? Old Ancestor Ren Weiyong was a zombie!
In front of Ren Weiyong, Ren Dalong did not have the guts to say that zombies were bad.
However, he was unwilling to wait for death.
"Uncle, it would be great if I could become a zombie like you! But Second Uncle was different! He was like a madman who didn't recognize his family and would bite anyone he saw!”Ren Dalong cried and begged his uncle for help.
Ren Weiyong sighed in his heart.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to become a zombie.
He didn't like to drink raw blood, and nothing he ate tasted good. He didn't have the chance to pick up girls, so he could only flirt with female ghosts to barely pass the boring days.
His only goal was to become a zombie king as soon as possible and see if he could become a god like the general…
"Uncle, you used to dote on Dalong the most…Say something!”
Ren Dalong's wail pulled Ren Weiyong back to reality.
"Stop shouting. It's not like there's no other way.”Ren Weiyong thought of a way and asked,"If you can be like me and still have self-awareness after becoming a zombie, what do you think?”
"Retain consciousness?" Ren Dalong stopped crying.
He thought for a moment. Although it was inconvenient to become a zombie, he could live forever!
Moreover, he had heard that zombies were extremely powerful and impenetrable.
As a famous warlord in Xiangxi, Ren Dalong looked like he had boundless glory. In fact, he knew that his life was precarious. He did not know when he would be killed by other warlords!
Then, she thought about how she already had a chubby son and that the Ren family had an heir.
"If I can still retain my consciousness after turning into a zombie like you, Uncle, then I'll change too!" Ren Dalong shouted.”
"Good nephew." Ren Weiyong smiled and praised him.
"Then what should I do?" Ren Dalong asked.
"No rush." Ren Weiyong was full of confidence.
It wasn't difficult to make a zombie retain its consciousness.
Ren Weiyong remembered the plot.
The traditional zombies had no consciousness and would only bite anyone they saw. However, high-level zombies, western zombies, musical zombies... and other zombies with various abilities all had independent consciousness.
The simplest way was to devour the blood of the zombies and steal their abilities…
After Ren Weiyong conferred the title of Zombie God, he could absorb the thoughts of all living beings, he could also obtain a portion of their feelings and see the environment when they made their wishes.
While Ren Weiyong was searching for the wishes of all living beings, he soon saw a magical scene in a small bungalow.
A zombie was tied up on an operating table, and a foreign doctor was looking at the zombie curiously.
"Great Zombie God, if you really exist, please bless me with the success of this experiment.”
It was unknown where the westerners heard about the Zombie God and actually made a wish to Ren Weiyong.
Ren Wei's heart skipped a beat. He felt that this scene was very familiar.
Thinking of this, Ren Weiyong used his Heavenly Eye to continue reading.
..
In a mansion.
The room was filled with flasks, test tubes, syringes, and other equipment needed for surgery.
The zombie was lying quietly on an operating table.
Because of the Imperial Decree General Talisman on his forehead, he had been in a deep sleep.
The Western doctor carefully examined the zombie's body and nodded with satisfaction. He handed a bag of money to the local ruffian leader, Dao.
This zombie was brought here by Ah Dao and his men.
And that bag of money was the reward for this operation.
"Ding!"
Ah Dao picked up a large piece of ocean and blew it hard before putting it to his ear.
After hearing the wonderful sound, Ah Dao nodded in satisfaction. He took out a book thicker than a brick from his pocket and began to search carefully.
After a long time, he finally found the English translator he was looking for. He extended his right hand to the foreign doctor and smiled fawningly."Three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"
After shaking his hand, Dao looked at the tools that the foreign doctor had placed on the side and revealed a surprised expression."So you wanted to eat zombies, so you asked us to steal them!”
"Not eating, dissecting!"
"I study Anthropologies."
"I'm a doctor from France."
"My goal is to study the differences between Chinese zombies, Egyptian mummies, and American vampires. If I succeed in my research, this year's Nobel Peace Prize will definitely belong to me.”
The foreign doctor was in a good mood and told Dao about his ambitions.
After saying that, he seemed to be standing on the Nobel Peace Prize podium and laughed out loud.
Until now, he still did not know what kind of lawless monster he would release after his suicidal behavior!
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