Fang Zhengqing, who had just finished punching, looked at Xiaoyaoyou, the Taoist classic in his hand, and couldn't help but ponder. He was thinking about one question, that is, the problem of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies and Zhuang Zhou.

He has been thinking about this question for the past three years. He is wondering whether the life three years ago was real or the life three years were real.

Three years ago, he was seriously ill and had weak muscles. Fang Zhengqing was tortured by the disease for fifteen years. It can be said that life is worse than death.

Three years later, my body could move, but my life changed. The most important thing is that it is different from the world he had known before.

There is no TV, no mobile phone, and no lovely nurse sister. The living environment replaced is like life before the last century.

"Since you come, you will be at ease!" Fang Zhengqing put down the book and said.

Three years ago, Fang Zhengqing got up from a coffin, and the first person he saw was his current master.

His master is a local Feng Shui master. He came here seventeen years ago and is also well-known locally.

Moreover, Gu Fang Zhengqing understood that the world seemed to be very messy, unclean, and had a lot of dirty things. This is why Fang Zhengqing was obviously amazing, but he had no sense of security at all.

Because he found that he could not practice Taoism, he could only practice boxing, refine qi and blood, and deal with people, but not with zombies and ghosts.

For this reason, his master also thought of many solutions, but none of them were useful, and his master was also very sad about it.

Fang Zhengqing felt that it was very likely to be related to the thing in his mind. When he thought of what was in his mind, Fang Zhengqing had a toothache. To be honest, he really didn't want to become a zombie.

Although in some classics, Fang Zhengqing learned about zombies that are not in the six realms, feeding on blood, etc., it sounds amazing anyway, but since I saw them with my own eyes, Fang Zhengqing has felt that books are all deceitful.

It was two years ago when a zombie was in chaos in the village and was finally dealt with by Fang Zhengqing's master. The most important thing was that Fang Zhengqing could see clearly that his master easily killed the zombie with just one peach wood sword.

Fang Zhengqing suddenly felt that unless he was dead, he would not accept the zombie who turned into a zombie, especially the terrible zombie.

"Zhengqing, where is the study?" An old voice suddenly came from the yard.

Fang Zhengqing stood up and said, "Here is here, master!" and then walked outside.

"Zhengqing, how do you think of the master's clothes?" Fang Zhengqing's master, the Feng Shui master, asked Fang Zhengqing in a newly bought clothes.

Fang Zhengqing looked at her master's new clothes and calmed down. She looked up at the sun in the sky, and felt much quieter.

Fang Zhengqing endured the discomfort in his heart and said, "Master, please ask me if this is not suitable in my clothes!"

That's right, the old man was wearing that dark shroud at this time.

"Haha, I won't take it off when I put it on today, and I won't take it off again in the future!" The old man said and smiled, and tidied up his clothes.

Fang Zhengqing couldn't help rolling her eyes and asked angrily: "Do I want to bury you just today?"

After hearing Fang Zhengqing's words, the old man actually thought about it seriously and said, "It's okay!"

Looking at the old man's serious expression, Fang Zhengqing felt something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong with you now?"

The old man: "It's nothing, it's just that the deadline has come. I'm going to pick out a piece of clothing for myself before leaving!"

"Are you going to die?" Fang Zhengqing understood what he meant by this cheap master.

Although I felt a little sad, I didn't feel much. After all, the old man is not young anymore.

"Come in with me, I have something to tell you!" The old man nodded, said to Fang Zhengqing, and then walked towards his own room.

Fang Zhengqing did not doubt that he had, so he followed in.

After entering, I saw the old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair with a serious face and a red face and slightly closed eyes.

Fang Zhengqing came in, and the old man didn't open his eyes, saying, "Three years ago, you suddenly came back from the coffin, just like a different person."

Fang Zhengqing felt nervous when she heard this, but then she felt that she was too nervous.

"From a fool who knows nothing, he has become a normal person. I didn't expect that after a death disaster, your mind will become enlightened and you know how to learn Taoism. Unfortunately, although you have the heart to learn, I don't know if it's because of your physical condition or other reasons, but it's good. After all, sometimes if you can't keep your mind, you will lose your good deeds!"

When he said this, the old man opened his eyes and Fang Zhengqing clearly saw the complexity in his eyes.

The old man looked at Fang Zhengqing and sighed and continued, "Count the time, that matter should have an end! Back then, I and a rich man had a grudge because of a Feng Shui treasure cave, so I made a trick. I hope you can go there and take a look after me after I die. No matter what the result is, I will tell me next year!"

Fang Zhengqing: "What's the matter!"

"I found a Qianlong Cave and wanted to leave it for myself, but unfortunately a local tycoon learned about it, so he asked me for it. I couldn't, so I could only leave. However, I showed them the wrong burial method. Almost twenty years have passed, and the corpse inside should have changed!"

Fang Zhengqing: "If you turn someone's corpse into a zombie, but what's the use? A peach wood sword will solve it!"

"You don't understand, zombies are not that easy to solve. What you saw before was just the lowest level zombies, and the Peach Wood Sword can naturally be easily solved!"

"Why, zombies are still very powerful?" Fang Zhengqing immediately became interested when he heard the old man say this.

"That's right, the most powerful zombies can make the immortals and gods a headache. Even the mount of Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Golden Hair Roar are also zombies! Of course, that kind of existence exists in legends! The one who is more famous recently should be the zombie king Xuankui. When you encounter that kind of zombie, you will know how terrifying he is! But you don't have to worry. I heard that a Taoist priest from the Tianshi Sect is chasing him! It's too far. Although the zombies refined in my crypt are far inferior to that of the zombie king, they are not comparable to ordinary zombies, especially if they suck the blood of their closest relatives, they may have some amazing changes!"

Fang Zhengqing: "How can a living person become a powerful zombie!"

"Well...why are you asking this?" the old man looked at Fang Zhengqing strangely and asked.

Fang Zhengqing: "I'm thinking, zombies are so powerful and they are not old and immortal. It's better to turn yourself into a zombie!"

The old man sneered and said, "Okay, put away such unwise thoughts. The strength of zombies is generally improved step by step, and there is no difference between zombies and wild beasts in the early stage. If it weren't for special reasons, it would be difficult to give birth to spiritual intelligence in advance. And once you become a zombie, it will be difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation again, and many people will pop out to get rid of you. Although you are immortal, it does not mean you can't kill you!"

"Just say there is any way, I'll just listen to it to relieve boredom!"

The old man thought for a while and said, "There is only one type of zombie that is to infect corpse poison. The more powerful the corpse poison, the higher the corpse poison, but it will not be too exaggerated! If you want to upgrade to the level in the future, you can only suck blood or devour the origin of other zombies! Don't think about turning yourself into a zombie. Your old Fang family still expects you to pass on the clan and receive it!"

Fang Zhengqing: "Of course I won't turn myself into a zombie. I'm stupid. I'm going to make myself look like I'm not a human or a ghost!"

Seeing Fang Zhengqing say this, the old man picked up a letter from the desk and said, "In the future, you can go to Xianggang. Xianggang has a junior brother, his name is Yang Feiyun. I heard that he is doing well, so you can go and join him!"

Fang Zhengqing took the letter and asked, "Where is the place you asked to go?"

"It's Renjia Town, I have a map here!" As he said that, the old man took out a drawn map from the side.

Fang Zhengqing took it and looked at it. He found that it was quite far away from here, which was hundreds of kilometers. In this place with limited traffic conditions, it would probably take at least two months to get there, especially if you can't hurry up at night!

Fang Zhengqing put away the letter and the map, and suddenly found that the surroundings were much quieter. So he looked up and found that the old man had closed his eyes again and his expression was peaceful.

Fang Zhengqing carefully stretched out his fingers and found that he had lost his breath. Fang Zhengqing sighed and walked over.

Fang Zhengqing did not let him be buried today, and he parked at home for three days. Some people came to pay their respects during these three days. Many people did not know Fang Zhengqing. Three days later, Fang Zhengqing buried the old man in peace, then packed up some things, locked the door and started rushing.

After the old man died, Fang Zhengqing found out that the old man was quite rich as soon as he cleaned up. However, Fang Zhengqing took a few pieces in the last box and set off. As for the others, they were all the old guy's own magic weapons. Even if Dongfang Sheng had no magic power, he could protect himself by relying on these magic weapons. However, these things would be burdensome after Fang Zhengqing became a zombie.

That's right, Fang Zhengqing decided to accept the fact that he became a zombie. Although he said that unless he died, he would not become a zombie, the problem is that he would really die if he didn't become a zombie. Just last night, a property panel suddenly appeared in his mind.

Host: Fang Zhengqing

Age: 20

Skill: Thousand pounds of huge force, Xingyiquan (dragon shape)

Race: People

Only mission: Become a zombie within March (eliminated if failed)
Chapter completed!