"The corpse chaser?"

A hint of curiosity appeared on Zhang Ling's face, and he looked around.

When she was in Longhu Mountain, she heard a senior brother who liked to study "witchcraft" culture say: Corpse exorcism originated in western Hunan. In its earliest days, it was essentially a way of seeing off foreigners who had died in a foreign land and returned to their roots.

One day, Ying Gou, one of the four ancestors of zombies, established a zombie kingdom in the underworld and offered generous rewards to recruit zombies and buy them. This gave birth to the business of exorcising zombies all over the world.

At the beginning, except for the corpse chasers in western Hunan, the corpse chasers from other places were looking for zombies who had no descendants alive and scattered in the wilderness, and sent them to the underworld.

As the business continued to develop, they sometimes took on some "fallen leaves return to their roots" tasks, and gradually formed the scale they have today...

The large scale of the industry will naturally attract a large number of speculators.

They are like the dark lanterns of the industry, trampling on the perfect system. Under the trend of huge profits, countless corpse hunters with weak bottom lines transport corpses at all costs.

Digging ancestral graves, practicing living corpses, and other immoral or cruel things can be done...

Later, it was said that a big boss in the Fengdu system got mad and single-handedly lowered the acquisition amount set by Yinggou, so that the harvest from driving the corpse to the underworld was far less than the deduction for bad ethics, and this was finally stopped. kind of collapse.

Everyone in the world is busy, all for profit.

Everyone in the world is hustle and bustle, all for their own benefit.

Containing the source of benefits is 10,000 times more effective than issuing repeated orders or even promulgating laws and regulations...

Zhang Ling heard the senior brother talk about a lot of corpse exorcism culture, but he didn't come across it even once after coming down the mountain. Unexpectedly, he encountered it here.

"You two, please give way. The Yin people are on their way, and the living people should give way." The Taoist wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and a black scarf hat, holding a bell in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand came to them and said loudly. Said: "The deceased is the greatest, please understand."

"Dad~"

Qin Yao grabbed Zhang Ling's wrist, and just as he retreated to the side, a clear and childish voice suddenly sounded from the rear of the zombies, and all three of them suddenly heard the sound.

"Little zombie, it's you again!!"

The corpse exorcist was the first to react. Looking at the small figure not far away, he quickly tied the wine gourd around his waist, pulled out the mahogany sword, and rushed towards it menacingly.

This guy followed him for more than a hundred kilometers, and would pop out to look for his father from time to time.

No matter what he said, no matter how he explained, the other party was like a muscle, biting him and not letting go, almost annoying him to death.

"Whoosh."

The corpse exorcist was very fast, and the little zombie was even faster. The small figure turned into an afterimage in an instant, bypassing the corpse exorcist, and quickly came to Qin Yao, raising his head and shouting: "Dad~"

Qin Yao: "???"

Zhang Ling: "???"

At this moment, the corpse exorcist breathed a huge sigh of relief and looked at Qin Yao with eyes filled with gratitude.

What a good person.

A savior.

This slippery little bastard finally changed his target...

The exorcist's nose suddenly became sore and his eyes filled with tears!

"Dad, give me a hug."

Standing in front of Qin Yao, the little zombie with round cheeks jumped up and down and opened his arms to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao's cheek twitched: "Don't yell like that, I don't know you at all!"

The little zombie was not angry because his request was not satisfied. He jumped on his short legs and rushed towards Qin Yao's thigh: "Dad, give me a hug..."

Qin Yao raised his right hand, pressed his palm firmly against the little zombie's head, and looked up at the exorcist: "Fellow Taoist, what's going on with him?"

The corpse exorcist shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, to be honest, I don't know what his condition is.

A few days ago, when I was passing by a deep mountain, this guy... suddenly appeared, chasing my client and calling him daddy.

At that time, the Corpse Suppression Talisman failed to control my clients. If my spiritual blood talisman had not worked at the critical moment, it would have been a catastrophe in an instant.

From then on, this kid followed us like a gangrene on our bones, following us wherever we went.

You can't persuade me, but you can't do it; you can't beat me, but it makes me sick."

Qin Yao: "..."

This plot seems a bit familiar.

It's a pity that I couldn't remember which story it came from!

"Little guy, can you understand me?" After a while, Qin Yao lowered his head and looked at the little zombie.

I thought that the little zombies in Yizhuang were already young enough, but unexpectedly the one in front of me was even younger than that one, no more than four or five years old.

The little zombie nodded, took a step back, and tried his best to look at Qin Yao's face with his head raised, his eyes full of admiration.

Even though Qin Yao's heart was as strong as iron, he couldn't bear this look. He said cruelly: "Why do you call me daddy?"

"Because you are my father." The little zombie looked innocent.

"I'm not." Qin Yao said seriously.

"You are." The little zombie became more serious and serious.

The exorcist looked at Qin Yao with pity. At this moment, he had already envisioned the miserable life that the other party would have in the future...

Being haunted by a ghost is scary.

Being entangled by zombies is also scary!

Although this little zombie looks a bit cute, and it doesn't look lethal...

"What is your father like?" Qin Yao took a long breath and asked patiently.

"Tall and mighty." said the little zombie.

Qin Yao: "..."

What the hell?

So, all tall and powerful people are your father?

"What about other than that?"

"It's awesome." The little zombie said again.

Qin Yao had a headache and said: "The important point is appearance, I mean what does he look like?"

"Exactly like you."

Qin Yao: "..."

The gods are exactly the same!

"Fellow Taoist, you and your son are chatting for now, while I continue on my way." The corpse exorcist pinched his thigh secretly, and then he suppressed laughter and waved his hand.

Qin Yao's heart moved, he pointed at the other party and said to the little zombie: "You came with him, not after me. Take a closer look and see who is your father."

Corpse driver: "..."

Gan!

I regard you as a fellow Taoist, but you regard me as a scapegoat!

Flashed, flashed...

Thinking of this, the corpse exorcist quickly shook the bell in his hand and led the zombies around.

At this time, don’t worry about the dead being the most important and the living giving way.

It is only fair to get rid of the big trouble of little zombies as soon as possible.

"Hey, brother, don't leave. You are the cause of this trouble. You have to help solve it!" Qin Yao shouted at his back.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the man walked even faster, as if driving three times the speed, and was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Dad, give me a hug." At this time, the little zombie jumped up again on its short legs and looked at Qin Yao with a longing face.

"Let's go." Qin Yao ignored him and turned to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling pursed his lips, looked at the cute little zombie reluctantly, and squatted down by mistake. He didn't know what he was thinking, and said softly: "Call Mom."

"Mom." The little zombie shouted obediently.

Qin Yao: "..."

Miss, what are you doing???

"good."

When cuteness reaches a certain level, the attraction to women is simply fatal.

At this moment, Zhang Ling's heart almost melted when he heard this cute little guy calling him Mommy. He pulled him in front of him, kneaded his chubby little face and said.

Qin Yao really couldn't stand it anymore and said: "Aling, stop playing."

"I'm not playing." Zhang Ling shook his head, with a hint of hope in his eyes: "Mr. Qin, don't you think he is cute?"

Qin Yao: "Yes, he is very cute, and what next?"
To be continued...