Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

At this moment, the royal zombie's face was ashen, surrounded by a heavy aura of death, its fangs protruding like sharp daggers, and it wore a magnificent yet tattered Qing Dynasty funeral robe, as if it were a candle flickering in the wind.

The shroud was tattered and torn; it had been smashed to pieces during the first meeting with Chizuru, and later damaged by Chizuru's talisman paper and glutinous rice on the road.

A zombie's body is as stiff as steel, making it difficult to replace.

Furthermore, they didn't dare change the zombies' clothes, so they ended up looking like this.

The royal zombie slowly opened its eyes, which gleamed with a bloodthirsty light like that of a hungry wolf.

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Before the soldiers could react, it leaped out of the bronze-cornered golden coffin like an arrow, its hands gripping the neck of the nearest soldier like iron pincers.

The soldier's eyes widened like copper bells, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat. The royal zombie pounced on him like a hungry tiger, pulling him directly in front of it and beginning to greedily plant strawberries on him.

The soldier quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

The other soldiers were terrified and frantically raised their guns to fire.

But when the bullets hit the royal zombie, they only sent up a few sparks like meteors, and did not cause it any damage at all.

Seeing this, Commander Long was terrified.

I thought it would be filled with mountains of gold, but it turned out to be filled with terrifying zombies.

"Quick, run!" Commander Long shouted hoarsely, then turned his horse around and fled like a wild horse.

Completely disregarding the lives of others.

The royal zombie opened its blood-red maw and pounced on the soldier who opened its coffin like a hungry wolf.

In an instant, heart-wrenching screams rose and fell.

It did not chase after the Dragon General, because Qianhe had said that only the person who opened its coffin could become its prey.

So it is still very obedient.

He doesn't want to get beaten up if he doesn't obey.

The Yin-Yang Corpse and the Copper Armor Corpse in front of him could die right before his eyes, their deaths vividly remembered.

They were either torn in half or chopped into pieces, and then burned to ashes.

It’s scary to think about it.

Who is the real terror?

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After seeing that all the soldiers who opened its coffin had been bitten to death, the royal zombie licked the blood off its lips with satisfaction, and then looked at the others in the distance with eyes like a hungry eagle.

However, he dared not cross the line and lay down in the bronze horn and golden coffin again, but he felt that something was missing.

A flash of inspiration! That's it! The coffin lid!

He got up again, gave everyone around him a kind smile, which looked strange no matter how you looked at him, then picked up the coffin lid from the ground and closed the golden coffin lid as he lay down.

This scene unfolded so smoothly that the Seventy-First Prince and Minister Wu, among others, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

I thought their prince was going to unleash his zombie-like nature again, but this is what happened?

Gone?

"Oh my, Old Deng is really something, thank goodness he didn't bite us!" At this moment, Minister Wu patted his chest and pretended to be surprised.

He had originally intended to say that the prince was truly amazing, but he felt that Qianhe was right.

Old Deng is a better fit!

Chizuru looked at Minister Wu with a strange expression.

But he didn't say anything.

The royal zombie inside the coffin said he really wanted to come out and bite this Minister Wu to death.

Damn it, they actually called him Old Deng?

He didn't believe that Old Deng meant it with respect!

Chizuru's mouth can deceive even the most cunning ghosts!

"Alright, everyone, let's continue!"

Chizuru spoke up at this moment.

Anyway, once the business is done, I have to leave.

To avoid being surrounded by Commander Long again.

Without Commander Long's interception, they continued northward like wild horses.

This time, their journey went exceptionally smoothly, as if they were protected by gods along the way, and no one dared to intercept them.

And they were only a stone's throw away from the capital.

After another day and night of arduous travel, they finally arrived in the capital.

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Upon arriving in the capital, Minister Wu informed the gatekeepers, and the city gates opened slowly as if they were obedient children.

The capital city was Manchu territory, the power center firmly controlled by the Qing court—this was beyond doubt.

This is also different from the Republic of China world that Qianhe knew in her previous life.

As soon as I stepped through the city gate, the clamor hit me like a surging wave.

The streets were bustling with people, and rickshaw pullers sped along like arrows, carrying either modern women in cheongsams or men in long gowns and mandarin jackets.

The cries of street vendors rose and fell, like a unique symphony.

The sugar figurines shimmered alluringly in the sunlight, like sparkling pearls; the candied hawthorns were bright red, resembling strings of burning flames, a truly beautiful sight.

Chizuru looked around curiously, after all, this was the first time he had ever seen the capital of the Republic of China.

However, when he saw a group of whip-wielding men, a strange emotion welled up inside him, but he said nothing.

In that era, Taoist priests and monks either didn't have to keep their queues, or they had to keep them, or they would lose their heads.

Let them choose between keeping a queue or keeping a head.

When the Qing army entered the pass, they killed countless Han Chinese in order to shave their heads. The scene was one of bloodshed and heads rolling everywhere.

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