Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Go home.

Three hundred zombies followed behind, standing awkwardly at the door, not daring to go in.

Only the Corpse King and the little zombies were a little braver, their eyes stiff and they looked around cautiously.

"What are you standing there for? Come in and sit down." Qin Youyou called them.

The zombies were stunned, making "na na" sounds in response.

Is it really possible? Can they really go in?

Anya's hands were handcuffed, and she turned back fiercely: "Don't even think about setting foot in my house!"

The zombies were startled again, and they were hesitant and didn't know what to do.

Qin Youyou frowned: "Mom, why are you like this? Is this how you treat your companions?"

The zombies were stunned. Companions?

What a strange word.

Wahaha usually calls them idiots and trash.

Anya smiled sarcastically, "It sounds better than singing."

Before, this unfilial son coaxed her in the same way, but what was the result?

He just handcuffed her like he did to that little bastard.

Qin Youyou was too lazy to argue with Anya, so she took her aside and looked at the zombies: "My mother has a bad temper, don't worry about her, just follow me."

Anya was so angry that her face was covered with corpse spots and the color darkened by three points: "Unfilial son, unfilial son!"

He then shouted at the group of zombies, "Let's see who dares!"

Most of the makeup on her face had fallen off, mixed with the corpse spots, and her body exuded a disgusting corpse odor.

At this moment, his face was hideous and he looked like an evil ghost.

Qin Youyou didn't say anything, and waved to the zombies again.

The zombies blinked their eyes and said, "Well, whatever this guy says is what it is."

They followed Qin Youyou, raised their heads, and walked into the house.

Anya froze.

She understood that her control over the zombies seemed to be lower than that of this fake son.

Could it be that the orthodox corpse-controlling technique of the Holy Light Temple is more powerful than the forbidden technique she practiced?

impossible!

The forbidden technique book clearly states that feeding the corpse with blood is equivalent to a blood contract, and she is the owner of the highest authority!

What happened?

Why don't the zombies completely submit to her!

Who is this fake son?

Resentment, resentment, and disbelief all surged into Anya's heart. She struggled but couldn't break free from the shackles on her hands, and her whole body began to tremble.

The backlash of the forbidden technique was too strong, and her skin became as thin as paper and as soft as dough.

As he struggled, the skin on his hands was rubbed by the shackles and became slightly ulcerated.

Could it be that I have been controlled by others in the first half of my life, and will be controlled by others in the second half as well, and will my entire life be spent in this sinful Temple of Holy Light?

Anya was unwilling to give in. Her face, covered with corpse spots, was slightly distorted.

The zombies filed in, their numb eyes staring at the figure in front of them in a daze.

They are the living corpses of Wahaha, cowards who surrender to their enemies, weapons of slaughter, containers of resentment, and corpses without personality.

Their bodies live in the cellar, and they live worse than pigs and dogs. Two of their three souls have dispersed, and four of their seven spirits have dispersed.

Inside the decaying body, there is a seething, maddening, irrational resentment and a trace of pitiful obsession.

But after meeting this person, the resentment that was raging in their bodies suddenly turned from a raging tsunami into a calm lake in spring.

They felt a sense of self again after a long time, and their chaotic minds became clearer.

The Corpse King blinked, and the eyes that she had touched were very different from before.

The zombies entered the house, each one nervous and uneasy.

They had never been taken to visit a living person's home.

Most of them died a long time ago, their minds are not very clear, and most of them have forgotten their past. They rely entirely on the resentment before death to maintain some faint memories.

At this moment, the appearance of the living people's homes, which was different from the furnishings of the coffins in the cellar, allowed their memories to recover a little. They looked at the tables, chairs, benches and various furnishings in the house in confusion, with rare nostalgia in their eyes.

It seems that they once lived such a normal life.

Qin Youyou looked at his younger brothers again: "Help to greet the guests, there are too many, I can't take care of it all."

"Ah? Ah!"

The atmosphere team members all shuddered when they saw these zombies.

When we were underground before, the light was dim and they didn't look too scary.

But now that they were on the ground, the bright light from outside shone in clearly, and the rotting flesh and dark blood oozing out of their gray bandages were clearly visible.

There were also pairs of exposed eyes, whose eyeballs were cloudy, filled with yellow pus and black and red bloodshot, and their eyeballs bulged outwards, as if they would fall out at any time.

Guys, I feel like vomiting.

But when I think of these zombies in the cellar, they beat the messengers of God so badly that they were at a loss as to what to do.

No matter how disgusted or scared they felt, they didn't dare show it. Instead, under Qin Youyou's command, they mustered up their courage and moved chairs and took snacks one by one.

"Brother Zombie, please sit here."

"Sister Zombie, do you want some melon seeds? I have some here."

"Oh, Sister Zombie, I'm sorry, I forgot your mouth was tied up, I'm sorry, sorry..."

The next moment, the zombie sister stretched out her hand, and curiously picked up a melon seed with her long pointed nails. Her two round eyeballs suddenly turned into a pair, and she stared at the melon seed in a daze.

"Aang aang aang."

I don't know what she said, but I could see that she looked a little excited.

The other zombies also looked over curiously, responding with "Oh oh" and "Yo yo" one by one, as if cheering for the zombie sister.

With everyone's encouragement, Sister Zombie mustered up her courage, took a deep breath, and gracefully lifted a corner of the bandage like lifting a mask.

She threw the melon seed into her rotten mouth and chewed it again and again.

The memory in her mind might be gone, but her muscle memory was still there, and the next moment, her eyes lit up.

"Pooh," he spat out the melon seed shell with strange black mucus accurately.

She excitedly pointed at the melon seed shells and said, "Eat the melon seeds without spitting out the shells!"

Everyone was shocked!

This sentence was so loud and clear. Although the pronunciation was not very standard, it was enough for Qin Youyou and the others to understand!

All the zombies were stunned, and the next moment, ecstasy burst out in their eyes!

They rushed forward to grab the plate of melon seeds.

Qin Youyou and his younger brothers were all stunned.

Can you do this?

Qin Youyou looked at the plate of melon seeds. These melon seeds were not from any special spiritual plants, but just snacks that a fat boy took out of a mustard seed bag.

So, it’s not that melon seeds have some magical medicinal effect, but…

A bold guess came to Qin Youyou's mind. Could it be that the zombies' experience of the human world could awaken their forgotten memories?