Chapter 135 The Old Man's Zombies Made Merit

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Gululu, my stomach screamed with hunger.

Wang Yan didn't bother to care about it anymore, so he sat down and started eating. A table full of sumptuous food satisfies Wang Yan. I couldn't help but think to myself, fortunately, I followed Nan Lian's advice and joined the China African Bureau.

Otherwise, how could I have such a good day now!

So what if the ability of the power conference? In this era where the economy is king, making money is not easy. It is more likely to use their strength to break the law and discipline in order to make money, but they are targeted by the State African Affairs Bureau...

A big meal in the cafeteria made Wang Yan extremely comfortable. In the canteen of my own unit, the chefs used are not inferior to those of five-star hotels, and they are very particular about the heat and taste. The ingredients are also very authentic, and the food suppliers are all from the few organic farms in the suburbs.

This made Wang Yan a little ashamed. It seems that the welfare benefits of the unit are really good, and the good ones are a little flattered.

My heart is filled with a sense of stability and happiness, giving birth to a sense of integration between my unit and myself. It seems that this is my home, since it is home, we must protect it.

"Brother Xiao Wang, are you full?" The corpse Taoist stared at him relentlessly again, with a hint of flattery on his rigid zombie face.

Wang Yan wiped his mouth, blinked and looked at him.

Anyway, we are colleagues, the two established a "revolutionary friendship", and he taught me how to exercise and use spiritual power, I am still very grateful.

"Senior, thanks to you for teaching me the skills." Wang Yan said politely, "But I really don't want to sell blood..." Wang Yan was grateful, but he couldn't do such a thing as donating blood to zombies.

"Brother Wang, can we not be so rigid when we are young?" The corpse Taoist moved a stool, sat down next to Wang Yan, and said with a smile, "Look, ordinary people run blood donation cars to donate some money." Blood, you are a civil servant anyway, so can't you carry forward your humanitarian spirit and do good deeds?"

"Uh... of course it's okay to promote the spirit of humanity." Wang Yan said weakly with sweat, "but it's really weird to me to promote the spirit of humanity to zombies."

"Zombie, what's wrong with the zombie?" The corpse Taoist was unhappy, sat up straight and said a little angrily, "The zombies under the old man have all done meritorious service. Take the bronze armor that you fought against." For the Iron Tower of Corpse Hei, he was a hero who killed sixteen little devils in the Battle of Songhu, and finally died on the battlefield. At the beginning, the old man thought of him as iron and courageous, and his body was full of blood. So the old man stole his body To be sacrificed and refined into a war corpse. So that he can continue to kill the enemy, defend his family and the country, and fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Speaking of later, the Taoist corpse himself was also a little bit emotional and sighed, as if he remembered the eventful years back then.

Wang Yan's eyes almost popped out when he heard that, that bronze armor corpse like a black iron tower was actually an anti-Japanese hero back then? It was really hard for him to imagine that a ferocious zombie could be associated with the word hero. But is it really good to steal the hero's corpse so casually and sacrifice it into a battle corpse?

Sure enough, after entering the China African Bureau, I heard too many things that opened my mind. But even so, Wang Yan didn't want to donate blood to a zombie.

If an ordinary person was injured and had to save it with his own blood, Wang Yan would not be stingy.

But it is psychologically unacceptable to give a zombie or other creature to improve its strength. This made him feel like a modern version of Tang Seng, whose strength would increase dramatically after eating his own flesh and blood...

When he thought about it for himself, he shuddered.

"Senior Corpse." Wang Yan picked up the little ferret and hugged it in his arms, got up and said with a dry smile, "Suddenly remembered that there are still some things at home, and this junior will leave first."

Wang Yan is not an ungrateful person, but just thinks that he can help him in other things. But for things like donating blood, it's not sensitive to thank you.

Before he had gone a few steps, the corpse Taoist entangled him again with a half-hearted smile: "Little brother, we have something to discuss. How about this, I have an idea. We can compete and learn from each other. If I lose, I will I'll lose you a lot of money. If the old man wins half by luck, you can just give the old man a pot of blood."

"Senior corpse, are you joking?" Wang Yan hugged the little ferret and walked out the door, "You are a senior who has lived for more than a hundred years. You are powerful and have many babies. How dare this junior compete with you? "

Then, Wang Yan started to run towards the door at an extremely fast speed. Passing through the reception room, Wang Yan didn't even have time to say hello to Sister Xiaotu, so he jumped onto the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator sank slightly and carried Wang Yan to the ground that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off his cold sweat: "This corpse Taoist is really obsessed with his own blood, it's too difficult to deal with."

Quickly out of the unit, Wang Yan trotted all the way to the subway station outside. It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening. The autumn night sky was clear, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the stars were laid out like waterfalls, forming bright rivers of stars.

There are many motor vehicles in Huahai City, and the air quality has always been mediocre. Only when the autumn is high and crisp, the cold air blows away the smog above the head, can there be such a pure sky. The slightly cool air penetrated into the lungs with every breath, giving off a cool feeling. It made Wang Yan feel clear-headed and at ease.

From the storage bracelet, he took out a spare sports jacket, cap and sunglasses. After dressing up a bit, I stuffed the little ferret into my arms, and followed the crowd into the subway station. Pets are not allowed on the subway. Even though Xiaoxue is not her pet, can people believe her explanation?

At this time, there are mostly young people in the subway, and most of them have just returned home after working overtime. Although the faces full of youth and vigor were a little tired, they could hardly conceal their yearning and expectation for taking root in the big city.

Wang Yan was a little bit emotional, if he hadn't entered the China African Bureau. Like these young people, I probably have to spend a few years of hard work to gain a firm foothold in the big city, right?

But from another point of view, it's hard work. But it is not the young people who are constantly transforming and maturing in the process of active struggle.

Only by suffering from difficulties and setbacks can the boy's youthfulness and immaturity fade away, and he will gradually become a mature man. And this step, most people start from the graduation season.

Wang Yan crossed his arms and leaned against the vertical pole. With his head down, sunglasses and a peaked cap covered more than half of his face. But even so, it was difficult to conceal the aura and charm emanating from him.

Many single women in the carriage either cast sideways glances at him, or secretly looked at him with blushing faces.

Every time this happens, Wang Yan doesn't know whether to be happy or funny. The more you practice the pure yang magic, the more vigorous and pure the yang energy in your body will become. In this way, the smell of sunshine inadvertently revealed on the body is more likely to arouse the opposite sex's instinctive interest in him.

These ordinary human women are better off. If it were women whose own aura was yin, they would salivate at themselves, wishing to swallow themselves skin and bones.

Just when Wang Yan was secretly feeling emotional, a corpse Taoist dressed as a nouveau riche in the 1990s appeared beside Wang Yan with a ghost, and said with a sly smile, "Comrade Xiao Wang, you are ours!" A rising star in the bureau, what are you afraid of? Come and play."

Wang Yan couldn't help shivering. Why does this yin and yang voice sound so similar to the tone of a woman standing on the street pulling a passer-by? As expected of an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, he should have seen many similar situations, right?

And this old monster is really elusive, right? I didn't see when he got on the subway, and looking at him like this, I knew he wouldn't buy a ticket, and he must have used his elusive technique to escape the ticket.

"Ahem, senior, it's not that I don't want to play." Wang Yan held up the sunglasses frame, and said in a low voice, dumbfounded, "I really can't afford to play, aren't you clearly bullying the younger generation?"

"Don't worry, Comrade Xiao Wang, you are the celebrity in front of Director Feng." The corpse Taoist's face turned serious, and he said bewitchingly, "Even if I have the heart to bully you, I don't have the guts. How about this, the old man has three iron armors Corpse, let’s have a little fun. If you win, I will give you 10 million. If you lose, I will still give you 10 million, as long as you give me 500 milliliters of blood. Xiao Wang, on such a good thing Where can I find it? This little bit of blood won't hurt your vitality."

There are other good things! ?

Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment, didn't the corpse Taoist investigate his own information? I don't know how strong Wang Yan's actual combat power is?

In Wang Yan's own opinion, with his innate strength and a few pieces of spiritual weapon-level equipment, he can face a strong man like Shangshi Daoist in complete condition. Although the odds of winning are not high, it is possible to save one's life, or even fight back.

The reason why he didn't want to play heads-up with him was because everyone was a colleague in the same unit, and they didn't want to work hard for a little money. In case a spiritual weapon accidentally exploded, there would be no place to cry.

But what Wang Yan never expected was that the corpse Taoist would look down on him so much that he wanted to get rid of him with three armored corpses? Uh... The armored corpse is equivalent to a D-level evaluation, that is to say, it is similar to the werewolf who was hammered to death by himself, or at most similar to the first two blood angels.

As long as it is a normal C-level powerhouse, he can kill three armored corpses in a duel, right? Could it be that there is something tricky here? Wang Yan immediately pretended to be weak and said: "Senior Corpse, this junior has only been an awakened person for less than a month, and has limited combat experience."

Awakened for less than a month? The corpse Taoist's zombie face froze, as if thousands of muddy horses were galloping past in his heart. The old man has worked hard for hundreds of years, and his comprehensive strength evaluation is only B-level.

And this kid has already reached the C-level evaluation in less than a month. What kind of world is this? Everyone is human, so why is there such a big gap?

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