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Chapter 71 - 71 64 Does the Beautiful Drought Demon Dream of a Muscular Peashooter

71: Chapter 64: Does the Beautiful Drought Demon Dream of a Muscular Peashooter?

71: Chapter 64: Does the Beautiful Drought Demon Dream of a Muscular Peashooter?

“Leave this corpse behind.”

Looking at the confused zombie in front of him, the old scholar spoke up, “I’ll start with some research to see if I can trace the origins and find the controller of this zombie.”

Having said that, the old scholar paused for a moment, thoughtfully turning to Dave who was holding garlic seeds and secretly frustrating himself, and said, “Zhou Li, Tang Wan, do you think this kid’s plants have potential?”

“I don’t know.”

Zhou Li shook his head, speaking honestly, “I haven’t really looked into these plants.”

“Neither do I.”

Tang Wan also shook her head, saying seriously, “I can’t get a deeper understanding, I don’t have the means.”

Looking at Zhou Li, who had been punched by a Rising Dragon Fist back onto the beam, the old scholar shrugged and calmly said:

“Zhou Li, see if you can help this foreigner out.

I feel that his plants might have a restraining effect on evil spirits, it’s just that he was caught off guard by the regional differences.”

“Tang Wan, help them out too.”

From atop the beam, Tang Wan lowered her small head with difficulty and coughed twice.

Then, worried that the old scholar couldn’t hear her, she asked loudly, “How do I help?

Add poison?”

“This is the place where Da Ming students gather, a gathering of esteemed and upright people, how can we loudly discuss something as vulgar as poison?”

Facing the old scholar’s earnest words, a flash of enlightenment crossed Tang Wan’s face, and then she asked, “Then what should I do?”

The old scholar raised his head and advised earnestly, “Speak more quietly next time.”

Got it.

The Thousand Households nearby had gradually gotten used to this.

They had found that no matter how normal a person seemed, as long as they were associated with Zhou Li and Tang Wan, they definitely weren’t normal.

You wouldn’t dare eat stinky tofu that’s been in the restroom even if it hadn’t fallen in.

“Okay, everyone, get back to your tasks.”

Zhou Li walked over to the zombie and kicked it, making a subtle grasping gesture without leaving a trace.

Then he looked at Dave beside him, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

[Silver Destiny Line: Master, I am going to become immortal!!!]

[Young Master Dao is here!

Young Master Dao has the secrets of immortality, the materials for immortality, even the human skulls for it, and especially a Demon Monk Zombie that can help you achieve full merit!

Except for the apprentice not entirely digested in his belly, this Daoist is the best choice for your apprenticeship!]

(Seize this Fate Line and you shall embark on the path of becoming immortal through corpse bones.

If you can become immortal, all past sins can be wiped clean—why bother about them?)

“Heh.”

Zhou Li, looking at the destiny line shining with flesh and blood, standing in the midst of the Eight Trigrams Fate Spinner, reached out and lightly grasped the trembling silver thread made of blood and sinew.

Then, he ripped it apart vigorously.

“Bring it on quickly.”

Zhou Li, indifferent to the agonized wails as the destiny line tore, rubbed his hands together, waiting for the familiar voice to rise.

[Intruding Destiny Line: Does the beautiful Drought Demon dream of muscular Peashooters?]

[The Daoist wants to create a Drought Demon, to slaughter Beiliang, and to offer the city as a sacrifice to the demon.

But he overlooked you, the King of the Rotting, and he could never have imagined that the Drought Demon, bringing disaster across thousands of miles, would be beaten down by a horde of devilish plant creatures—with you as the instigator!

The Beiliang Rotting King!]

[Seize this Fate Line, who knows what could happen?]

Without a second thought, Zhou Li grabbed the destiny line.

Accompanied by the flow of chaotic luster, the faint green chaotic lines wrapped around Zhou Li’s arm before gradually fading away.

Soon after, Zhou Li detached from the small world of the Eight Trigrams Fate Spinner, returning to reality.

“What’s up?”

Climbing down from the beam, Tang Wan dusted off her hands, then asked Zhou Li, “Ready to go discuss those plants with Dave?”

“Hmm…”

Zhou Li came back to his senses, looking towards the tottering brown-haired foreigner who was nearly wearing a pot on his head, a fledgling plan forming in his mind.

“I have a brand new idea.”

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The city was to be locked down again.

When the citizens within the city learned that County Magistrate Li Kuan had once again ordered a lockdown, there was a flurry of discussion, with everyone having different thoughts on the matter.

Some people began hoarding rice, flour, oil, and other staples, preparing to sell them at high prices.

Others spread rumors, claiming that evil spirits had invaded Beiliang, inciting the masses to flee.

There were also those who said they had personally seen the Libationer of the Imperial Academy make a deal with a monster, suggesting he wanted to offer the people of an entire city as sacrifice in exchange for rank and wealth.

Then, the locals of Beiliang, who took pleasure in watching foreigners cause trouble, happily returned to their homes, not joining in the panic-buying or preparing to flee, just living their lives as usual.

That night, the locals of Beiliang slept soundly, one after the other, eyes closed while using the toilet, pretending they saw and heard nothing.

The next day, these people called upon their friends and gathered at the marketplace as if attending a lantern festival, strolling about with glee.

They observed out-of-town merchants hung from bamboo poles, holding oil lamps in their hands, admired foreigners strung upside down on crosses getting splashed in the face with cold water, and even took commemorative photos with monsters personally captured by the Jinyiwei, ten copper coins per image paper.

As for those who said Li Kuan was in collusion…

Please, that kind of joke is only funny once; any more than that and it’s no longer amusing.

Raising his head and looking at the towering and majestic city wall, the Daoist casually tossed aside the bloodless corpse of a government official, squinted his eyes, a harsh glint flashing through them.

Dare to steal from Young Master Dao’s zombies, seeking death.

In the eyes of this Daoist, he had been controlling that zombie, intending to kill that reckless old fool.

Just as the zombie was about to stab the old man’s throat, he had inexplicably lost control of the zombie.

It must have been someone using a spell to control dead bodies, stealing the zombie he had painstakingly cultivated!

The Daoist did not consider for a moment that “his zombie had been killed”; he had seen quite clearly that no one else had made a move, and that old man seemed to have been so terrified that he was frozen in place.

The only explanation was that his zombie had been snatched by someone.

At this thought, dark clouds gathered in the Daoist’s heart.

He patted his belly and said in a gently lowered voice:

“Disciple, your master has been robbed, and I am very upset.”

“Ah, truly my good disciple, your heart is your favorite part, and you are even willing to give it to me?”

“Our bond as master and disciple is indeed firm.

Rest assured, disciple, I will never refine your soul; you and I will remain as master and disciple forever!”

After cheerfully conversing with the undigested disciple in his belly, Gui Daozi lifted his head to look at the city wall, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

First kill the big-headed soldiers on this city wall, refine them into wandering zombies; they might serve some purpose.

The corpse of the nearby government official slowly stood up, its previously terrified expression now numb.

Its pallid face was devoid of color, save for the eerie red glow shimmering from its slender, sharp claws.

Lockdown?

Do you think you can keep me, Young Master Dao, locked down?

The Daoist closed his eyes, and a human luster suddenly radiated from the eyes of the official’s corpse.

Accompanied by a sound of flesh and blood solidifying, the official’s appearance instantly appeared ruddy, indistinguishable from his living form.

The Daoist had become the government official.

“Such a weak body.”

Twisting his neck, the official now possessed by Gui Daozi made a proficient smile typical of an ordinary human.

Then, picking up a long knife lying nearby, he placed the Daoist’s body in a concealed spot and slowly headed towards the city gate.

Before he got anywhere near the city gate tower, the official, stooping down as Gui Daozi, heard an argument erupt.

“Why do you guard day and night without alternating shifts?

How can you maintain strength if you don’t take turns?

How can Beiliang’s city defense be as solid as a rock caught in this manner?”

“Commander, we…

we’re short of one shift’s worth of people, and we had to make up for it by working overnight.

We, we didn’t have any choice.”

With a sneer in his heart, Gui Daozi, dressed in the somewhat tattered uniform of the official, also felt disdainful.

Argue, harbor resentment towards your superiors, so that when the time comes and I simply reveal a miracle, all of these big-headed soldiers guarding the city gate will become my minions.

“How is this acceptable?!”

The robust voice rose again, and then Gui Daozi heard a sincere voice tinged with gentleness.

“Go and rest immediately, all of you.

I’ll take this night’s watch.

Tomorrow morning, take some extra time to rest, eat well, and I’ll watch the city for you!”

“I am a Jinyiwei Thousand Household, and I stand by my word!”