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Chapter 63 - 63 56 Zombie Assault

63: Chapter 56 Zombie Assault 63: Chapter 56 Zombie Assault Watching Hou Jue, who was thrown onto the ground by an indignant Guo Lingyun with a swollen, bruised face and was limp and powerless, Zhou Li and others fell into silence.

“What happened?”

Zhou Li lifted his head, puzzled.

“Nothing.”

Shaking her head, Guo Lingyun calmly said:

“Lord Hou learned a high-grade technique called Nianyi Eighteen Falls on the road and wanted to try practicing it.

As a result, he subconsciously grabbed his own collar and used the Eighteen Falls on himself.”

Uh-huh, so he accidentally shot himself in the back thirteen times, right?

Of course, neither Zhou Li nor Tang Wan exposed Guo Lingyun’s lie or, to be more accurate, it wasn’t that Guo Lingyun intended to tell a lie; she had simply been looking for a random excuse to beat someone up and offered a way out.

“Indeed, indeed.”

Lying on the ground while his eyes were void of spirit, Hou Jue nodded subconsciously, and his voice was faint as he said, “If you say it’s my fault, then it’s my fault, because you…”

Just as Hou Jue was about to continue his loose talk, Qianhu, who had finished washing his hands, happened to step through the door.

Upon seeing Hou Jue on the ground, Qianhu instantly exclaimed with great joy:

“My son!”

Huh?

Zhou Li and Tang Wan, who were waiting for the show, were stunned.

After a brief reconstruction of their world views, they exchanged glances, wondering why Qianhu, the Jinyiwei monster, would let his own son become an eunuch at the Eastern Depot.

Guo Lingyun, who had been ready to argue with Qianhu, was also stunned.

Unable to reconstruct his worldview, he held his head, veins nearly bursting, as the central part of his brain reached a scalding temperature within seconds, and his head felt like it was going to boil.

Li Kuan, who had slumped against the wall, was full of regret.

He couldn’t believe that he had misunderstood Qianhu, capturing the beloved son of the other party as a fugitive.

Was his blissful, laid-back life going to end today?

Hou Jue, lying on the ground ready to greet Lao Deng, was outright dumbfounded; the only thing left in his brain was a void.

Whether Hou Jue’s worldview was correct or not, Zhou Li did not know, but what he did know was that if Qianhu, with his towering stature, truly embraced Hou Jue with one hug, then Hou Jue’s coffin could likely be placed quite straight.

Fortunately, Qianhu was merely excited to see his long-lost flesh and blood and did not lose his senses.

Instead, he picked up Hou Jue like one would pick up a little chick, and upon seeing the injuries on his body, all sorts of tragic scenes came flooding into his mind.

The young boy who had been cast adrift picked through trash for food, ended up on a fishing boat picking through trash for food, wandered the streets picking through trash for food, worked in a restaurant picking through leftovers for food, and then was beaten for picking through trash.

In just an instant, tears from Qianhu, the man, began to flow.

He looked at Hou Jue, who was trembling all over like chaff, patted his shoulder gently, his voice trembling with sincerity:

“My son, you’ve suffered.”

Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn.

At this moment, Hou Jue came back to his senses, his mind blank.

He couldn’t understand why Qianhu, who always smiled like an eunuch with a heart full of schemes, would call him his son with a face full of joy.

Have I gone to hell?

No, no, no, no, no.

Looking at the kind, amiable, gentle, and good-hearted Qianhu, Hou Jue closed his eyes in despair.

This was far worse than hell.

“Director Li, don’t despair, it’s a minor matter,”

Tang Wan, patting the back of the utterly despondent Li Kuan, comforted him: “Lord Qianhu is kind-hearted, he won’t kill your entire family, rest assured.”

Upon hearing this, Li Kuan’s legs kicked out and his eyes closed as he fainted.

Meanwhile, Hou Jue envied Li Kuan enormously.

He wished he could faint just like the other man had, but at the moment, Qianhu was earnestly infusing him with Dragon Tiger Qi to heal his injuries, ever vigilant to ensure nothing went wrong with Hou Jue.

About ten minutes later, Li Kuan slowly came to.

Soon afterwards, under the expression of Guo Lingyun looking as if he had swallowed a fly, the misunderstanding was cleared up···

Was it?

“I am truly not your son.

My father is Hou Deguang and my mother is Li Gan.

I grew up in Anshan and never laid eyes on you.

Lord Qianhu, you must have remembered wrong.”

After strenuously explaining for quite some time, Hou Jue honorably went from “the long-lost son of Qianhu” to “the godson entrusted to him by a good friend.” With a look of utter dejection on his face, Hou Jue watched matters settle down.

“Try to understand.”

Zhou Li took Hou Jue aside with a grave tone, “Lord Qianhu has contracted the Holy Son Illness.

He should recover in a few days.

Just bear with it for this period, and besides, gaining a godfather in Qianhu out of the blue isn’t so bad, isn’t that right?”

“Ah, indeed.”

Thinking it over, Hou Jue felt that Zhou Li had a point and immediately cheered up.

It wasn’t long, however, before he realized the young man who had pulled him aside seemed familiar.

His gaze then shifted to Tang Wan squatting on the ground, and the memories of the past few days flashed through his mind.

“Brother Zhou Li!”

All of a sudden, Hou Jue was overjoyed and said, “I didn’t expect to see you in Beiliang!

How come you’re also in Beiliang?”

Zhou Li fell silent.

“Not too sure.”

Zhou Li sighed, “Perhaps I wanted to go home.”

Hou Jue fell silent.

“Right, Brother Hou Jue, do you have some business in Beiliang?”

At that moment, Guo Lingyun placed his right hand on Hou Jue’s shoulder, breaking the awkward silence between them.

Looking at Hou Jue’s pale face, he asked gently, “Were you exiled with a tile in Shangjing?”

“Isn’t that the law of foreign lands?”

Hou Jue muttered, then coughed under Guo Lingyun’s genial yet deadly gaze, and said solemnly to Zhou Li and the others:

“Folks, in truth, I actually did not intend to come to Beiliang.

I was trying to make my way to Tianhe City, which is north of Beiliang, to visit an old acquaintance.”

According to Hou Jue, he had wanted to take a coach to Tianhe City the very day he left Spirit Vulture Mountain, but he missed the only night coach because of diarrhea.

Not wanting to be stranded in Shangjing, he learned of a small town not far from there that also had a coach station, possibly with coaches heading north.

After hurrying through the night for over a dozen li, Hou Jue arrived at the town called “Zongmu Town.” Zhou Li and Tang Wan realized at once that this was the place where they had boarded that coach with the Ghost Monk.

Then···

“Zongmu Town is now a dead town.”

Hou Jue’s expression grew grave, and he continued, “Upon entering Zongmu Town, I found no trace of life in the homes of over seventy families.

There was not a soul in the entire town.”

“Feeling cautious, I drew my long knife and proceeded slowly.

At the very end of the town, I found a man in a tattered monk’s robe, his exposed skin an iron blue, squatting on the ground as if he were doing something.

I went up to him and tapped his shoulder, and then···”

The hint of horror flickered over Hou Jue’s face as he recalled the scene.

“I saw a face partially destroyed, and an exposed brain.”

“It was a zombie!”

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