Ninth Uncle World: I let the old man uncover the coffin!

Countless flesh and blood scattered, and the air was filled with red blood mist.

Ren Weiyong looked at the scattered flesh and blood, this time they didn't try to wriggle.

Angele died completely this time.

call.

Ren Weiyong took a deep breath, feeling the changes in his body.

The quality of a drop of general minister's blood that contains impurities is not as good as that produced by the system.

However, the improvement is still obvious.

First of all, Ren Weiyong's skin began to become fair, like crystal clear gems, rosy in the white, instead of the original black and lacquered.

Under the violent and ferocious temperament of the zombie itself, it shows a bit of nobility and mystery.

For Ren Weiyong, his appearance changed for the better, which was a surprise.

With his current appearance, if he sharpened his fangs and used illusion to cover his appearance, he would not be seen as a zombie.

More like a cold handsome guy.

Secondly, the color of Ren Weiyong's eyes changed.

Originally, Ren Weiyong's eyes were black pupils, the dilated pupils after death, referred to as dead eyes.

But after absorbing Angelet's blood essence, the black pupils turned blue, like sapphires.

Ren Weiyong remembered that Anglie's eyes seemed to be white pupils.

Why did he turn into blue pupils after absorbing Angele's blood essence.

Could it be that the color of the zombie's pupils also represents the bloodline rank?

Ren Weiyong recalled the movies that Lin Zhengying acted in, but he didn't seem to mention this point.

However, in "I Have a Date with a Zombie", it is mentioned that zombies of different ranks will have pupils of different colors.

Blue pupils represent the four generations of zombies, who have the ability not to be afraid of the sun and the sacred objects of the church.

"It doesn't matter whether the blue pupil represents the rank of the zombie, this is just the beginning. I still have countless time behind me, continue to sign in, continue to devour, and in the future will really stimulate the blood of the ancestor zombie, such as the innate qi of the general , that is an extremely powerful killing move, and Hanba’s Burning Calamity is also a powerful killing weapon capable of destroying the world!"

Ren Weiyong smiled, but these goals are still too far away from him, so there is no need to think about them for now.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ren, who has greatly increased his skills today and will surely become famous all over the world. Congratulations!" Lin Jiuchao and Ren Weiyong cupped his hands in congratulations.

He has already seen that Ren Weiyong used some method to take away Anglie's blood. This method of devouring the same kind to improve his own strength is simply unimaginable.

But now Lin Jiu knew that Ren Weiyong would not kill people indiscriminately, so he only sighed in his heart, not panic.

"Famous all over the world?"

Ren Weiyong snorted coldly: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

This is not self-effacing, but having 13 numbers for one's own strength.

He is not weak now, especially in the zombie domain, he can be regarded as the existence of the ceiling in the Mr. Zombie movie series.

But the problem is that the real zombie world is very large, not just the small town in the movie.

There are many people who can overwhelm him in this world.

For example, Peak Flying Zombie, or Zombie Wang Xuankui.

Or the great mages, earth masters, etc. in the Taoist sect.

Now that Ren Weiyong faces them, he may not be able to retreat unscathed.

Although Ren Weiyong is confident, he will not get carried away.

It's still huddled in the three-acre land of the dead domain, and the right way is to develop the Gou Dao well!

"Mr. Ren is really low-key."

Lin Jiu rolled his eyes, pretending not to care, and asked, "Then... what is Mr. Ren's next plan?"

Ren Weiyong squinted at him, and said with a smile: "Naturally, just like Master Lin, continue to practice diligently and help the villagers within the scope of their ability to do what they can."

Lin Jiu: "..."

Zombies compete with Taoist priests for business, is it okay?

"Mr. Ren does this... Do you really want to be a priest?" Lin Jiu looked puzzled.

"You say that I...ah no, the name of the Nine Yin Zombie God is not for nothing." Ren Weiyong said seriously.

"Being a god of one side should benefit the people of one side."

His current demeanor is mysterious and noble, and he really has a bit of fairy air when he speaks.

Lin Jiu would like to ask, now that the world has cut off contact, there is no possibility for a monk in the world to become a god, why is he still obsessed with being a god of Jiuyin Mountain?

Thinking of Ren Weiyong displaying all kinds of mysterious methods, he felt that Ren Weiyong must have his own plans, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Since Mr. Ren is willing to protect the people of one side, it is naturally a blessing for the people. It's just..."

Lin Jiu persuaded: "The name of the Zombie Temple is really appalling, it is better to change it to Jiuyin Mountain Temple, so that the people in several surrounding towns can trust Mr. Ren."

After Lin Jiu helped Ren Weiyong build the Zombie Temple, he also spread a wave of publicity.

But the actual effect is very poor.

Except for the people in Renjia Town, when ordinary people heard the name of this temple, they either showed fear or sneered.

In short, with the name of a dead god, it is basically impossible to become a god.

"No, just freeze the temple!" Ren Weiyong didn't listen to persuasion at all.

Just kidding, the zombie sign-in system only recognizes Zombie Temple, if he could change his name, he would have changed it long ago!

As a man who is destined to become the king of zombies, Ren Weiyong is very concerned about his name, and he can't change a word.

"But the common people are ignorant, even if Mr. Ren has good intentions, it will be difficult for everyone to agree with you." Lin Jiu worried for him.

Ren Weiyong fell into deep thought.

It's called Zombie Temple, so the people don't believe in him?

believe it or not!

As a god, how could he change his name for the habits of mortals?

It is indeed very difficult to promote.

"The people are stupid... no, the people are smart!"

Ren Weiyong suddenly revealed a secretive smile.

Chapter 32 Missionary

Lost town.

In fact, this town is not called Luoluo Town, but there are no valuable specialties and fertile land here. Because of poverty and barrenness, it is nicknamed Luoluo Town by outsiders.

Ah Hao is a beggar in Luoluo Town. He is 17 years old this year. He wears a tattered robe and leans on a wooden stick. He walks staggeringly on the side of the street, begging someone to show kindness and give him some food for a person who has not eaten for four days. food.

But in the era of warlords, the common people living here were short of food and clothing. How could there be food for beggars?

"Have you heard? The Ren family town is giving porridge. As long as you go to worship their ancestors, you will have meat porridge to drink and money!"

"Well, the porridge can be enough for several people to eat. There are so many beggars in the world. Before we arrive, the porridge will be finished."

"makes sense……"

The conversations of pedestrians on the street attracted Ah Hao's attention.

There is still money for the porridge in Renjia Town?

Ah Hao's spirit lifted, like pouring a bucket of cold water on a scorching summer day, he immediately dragged his tired body to the direction of Renjia Town.

Ah Hao, who had been hungry for a few days, had only one thought left in his mind: go to Renjia Town to see what happened!

The distance of a few miles seemed like he had walked for half his life. When he arrived in Renjia Town, he was out of breath and dizzy.

"May I ask if this is Renjia Town?"

He seized one of the people on the edge of the city.

"Stinky beggar, get out of here."

The man was furious and kicked Ah Hao away.

Ah Hao, who was already hungry and thirsty, fell heavily to the ground, only feeling that his consciousness began to leave his body, and his life was about to come to an end.

After a while, he slowly regained control of his body.

"Want to drink water?"

A gentle voice rang in his ears, Ah Hao opened his eyes, and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man standing beside him, handing him a bag of water.

The middle-aged man was wearing a thick plain robe and had dark skin. He looked like an ordinary citizen in the city, but his eyes were so gentle and full of kindness.

Ah Hao licked his dry and cracked lips, couldn't wait to take the water, and gulped.

He was already dying of thirst.

After drinking the water sac in one gulp, Ah Hao burped in satisfaction. At this moment, he felt uneasy and vigilant. He didn't know why the middle-aged man in front of him wanted to help such a sloppy beggar like himself.

"Thanks to the ancestors of the Ren family for their protection!"

The middle-aged man put his palms together and bowed in the air, and said with relief:

"I almost thought you were dead just now."

It turned out that this person was a believer of the ancestor of the Ren family.

What a good person...

While Ah Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a little strange.

It is not surprising that rich people build temples for their ancestors, give porridge to beggars and ask them to say auspicious words.

But the middle-aged man in front of him doesn't look like a beggar, how could he join in the fun of Ren's family?

"Thank you!"

But he still expressed his thanks and cautiously handed back the water bag.

The middle-aged man took the water bag and said:

"The Ren family gave out porridge to beggars in the town, but there were too many beggars, so they finished giving out the porridge in the morning. If you go there now, it might be a waste of time."

Ah Hao was silent for a while, and said "thank you" again.

The middle-aged man continued:

"But if you sincerely pay homage to the ancestor of the Ren family, he will bless you and make you no longer hungry."

Ah Hao was even more strange.

Although everyone worships God for comfort, everyone knows that worshiping God may not be useful.

It is really rare for a middle-aged man to believe in such a illusory and ethereal god so devoutly.

"Dare to ask, what kind of god is this ancestor of the Ren family?"

Generally, those who build temples for their ancestors often say that their ancestors worked in the underworld.

Similar to mountain gods, land gods, or night tour gods.

To put it bluntly, it is a way for the nouveau riche to put gold on the face of their ancestors.

"The patriarch of the Ren family is the Nine Yin Rigid God!" The middle-aged man said with reverence.

"Oh, so it's Jiuyin Mountain... the mountain god?" Ah Hao was confused.

He felt that what the other party said was "Jiuyin Zombie God", but he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Jiuyin Zombie God!" The middle-aged man introduced seriously: "Ren Patriarch was kind-hearted and generous when he was alive. After death, he got a chance and became a zombie. He didn't forget to protect the people..."

Ahao was taken aback, and looked around in panic, he didn't expect the middle-aged man to say such absurd words.

Fortunately, pedestrians are in a hurry, and no one pays attention to this side.