Chapter 69: The younger brother who is possessed by ghosts every day (20)
Secondly, he doesn’t drink the blood of living people. I wonder if this little ancestor is too smart and sees everyone’s fear and never eats in front of them.
Until one day, he ran in the sun for a long time and was burned to a crisp by the sun.
Everyone knows that thousand-year-old zombies do not need to eat, but if they want to move like normal people under the sun, they must ingest blood.
Otherwise, the strong yang energy emitted by the sun will bake it even crispier than dried bananas.
From then on, the young master asked his hospital to send several blood bags every day for the little ancestor to eat.
Finally, since I started drinking the blood bag last month, my little ancestor’s fangs have actually retracted and turned into two cute tiger teeth. The smell on his body has also disappeared, and he is as refreshing as the neighbor’s big fang.
boy.
He looks younger than the young master who is already in his thirties. He doesn't look like an old zombie who has lived for thousands of years. .??.
So from the beginning, no one dared to approach him, but later they started chatting and laughing with him casually.
The old housekeeper said that it was actually just appearance that played a role.
As the little ancestor's words and deeds became more and more human-like (he always felt something was strange), everyone began to communicate with him more and more casually, but he himself became a little anxious.
Ever since the smell of corpses dissipated from his body, the little ancestor has been in a state of uneasiness. He likes to crawl next to the trash can every day, as if he will feel insecure if he doesn't smell something.
And he often wanders around aimlessly, not caring about his special physique that he can't find his way back home.
The young master's attitude towards the young ancestor is that as long as he does not hurt anyone and does not leave the young master's control, he will not interfere with his behavior.
So this group of people suffered a lot, and they went all over the city looking for the lost ancestor every day, for fear that he would be unhappy and chew up others.
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Just like this time, after finally finding him, he said that he felt the pull of his coffin on his soul and must go to find the coffin.
A group of people had no choice but to work shifts and drive him around the city. The process was painful to describe, and a group of people dared to be angry but dared not speak out.
The old housekeeper briefly explained the situation to Jin Qing, except that he did not mention that his little ancestor was a thousand-year-old zombie.
It was only said that this was the coffin of an ancestor in the family, and Jin Qing picked it up accidentally. It was a matter of honor for the ancestor, and now he was willing to pay to redeem the coffin. It did not mention that the ancestor who had been humiliated was now at Jin Qing's house.
Hold the coffin and never let go.
When Jin Qing heard this, he frowned and thought that this was a money grab, right? Then he turned around and entered the study.
Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the study, he would see that the quilt he used to wrap the coffin had been torn into pieces and thrown all over the floor.
The raw meat thrown into the coffin the day before yesterday had grown into a bunch of little creatures as Jin Qing wished. Now it was thrown on the floor, rolling and twisting happily all over the floor, as if saying to Jin Qing, "
Want it, want it, want it, Cheek!"
Jin Qing's face suddenly turned blue, just like the ghostly old lady she met the night before.
It wasn't because of the messy scene in front of her. Anyway, these were Zheng Jiayao's things, so she didn't have a strong sense of belonging.
It was because she found a pervert squatting in front of her, and this pervert was now obscenely molesting her own coffin.
At this time, 707 also promptly reminded, "Host, the person in front of you has become a thousand-year-old zombie!"
707 is also sighing in his heart, this world is really a paradise for ghost cultivators! All kinds of ghosts can appear, shouldn't this thing be able to sleep until the end of the world?
The thousand-year-old zombie in the study room, known as the little ancestor, hugged his coffin enthusiastically as if he had seen his long-lost lover.
Not only because this is the house where I have slept for thousands of years, but also because the wood for this coffin was planted by my father when he was young.
And the totem on the coffin can also be seen as the handiwork of the father, which means that the coffin was carved with the help of the father. This is the father's hard work.
But his father was gone. When the Millennium Zombie just woke up, he was led by his bloodline to Xiaozhi's residence in a confused state.
When he first arrived at Xiaozhi's house, he saw the fear in the eyes of Xiaozhi and the people around Xiaozhi, which made him dislike it very much, but he had no way to find his tomb again.
In this completely unfamiliar environment, everyone looked at him like a monster, which made him very anxious and uneasy, and he didn't want to hurt others, so he could only live cautiously every day.
He remembered that his father once told him that he was the most powerful person in the tribe and he wanted to protect his tribe and not let them be harmed.
This is his mission! ??
But when he saw the coffin at this time, he felt as kind as if he were seeing his dear father, which gave him a sense of belonging in his hesitant heart.
So that he no longer needs to show off the arrogant air of "I am your ancestor" in front of others.
He seemed to have become the young boy who grew up happily under the careful care of his father.
I just don’t know who killed Qian Dao and opened a hole in the roof of his precious house.
, and also threw a lot of strange things inside.
The thousand-year-old zombie caressed his beloved baby while cursing in his heart the person who caused harm to his coffin.
His nose still seemed to be addicted. He kept taking deep breaths and exclaiming that this smell was so familiar and kind, which made his whole heart calm down.
Jin Qing didn't know what the thousand-year-old zombie in front of her was thinking. What she saw at this moment was this old zombie pretending to be tender, with its whole body lying on the coffin.
It was like holding a lover, kissing, touching, hugging and nuzzling her coffin obscenely without saying anything.
Jin Qing's coffin has been rubbed off by you, and your whole body has been hardened into a stick. Why are you rubbing it again?
Jin Qing, whose actions are always faster than his thoughts, quickly stepped forward, grabbed a corner of the coffin, and violently lifted one side of the coffin upwards. The unsuspecting thousand-year-old zombie was thrown directly to the ground.
The Millennium Zombie sat on the ground and looked at Jin Qing blankly, not knowing what the little girl in front of him was going to do. He seemed to have seen this face just now.
Zheng Jiaqi, I just opened the door for you. Among you monsters, I have no sense of existence. Where is Yin Tao? I'd better go with you!
Jin Qing found that the thousand-year-old zombie was sitting on the ground motionless, just looking at him cutely, so he put down the coffin he had lifted, and after thinking about it, he kicked it behind him.
Staring at the thousand-year-old zombie in front of me like a hungry wolf guarding its food, I raised my chin and said loudly, "This is mine!" This is what I worked so hard to carry back.
The Millennium Zombie was in a daze. When he suddenly heard that someone was trying to steal the coffin his father had made for him, his IQ immediately came online. He jumped up from the ground, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his two long and sharp canine teeth were exposed. "You