The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Feige opened her eyes and found herself in a mass grave. The smell was unbearable; for someone with mysophobia like her, it was simply unbearable.

Then she found herself in a pit, a small grave mound.

Half of the grave mound has collapsed.

She climbed out of the pit.

"Wu Tang, what's going on?"

"Master, you currently have nine energy points. Didn't you complain that it wasn't enough? So I've found you a challenging mission. The harder the mission, the more energy points you'll get."

"I think you just want to quickly accumulate energy points and then become a physical entity, right?"

Feige said without saying a word.

"Master, look at what you're saying! How could you think like that? You're overthinking it. Okay, okay, you're overthinking it."

Although Wu Tang thought that way, she was still a little embarrassed to have her idea exposed.

"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for now. But if you lie to me, I'll beat you to death first, and then you can just be destroyed."

Wu Tang shuddered; it was still terrified. It couldn't imagine what the boss's temper would be like when it lost its temper.

Feige stood under the moonlight, then suddenly sat down to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.

It felt good; she knew it was a zombie's instinct.

Once she has absorbed enough, she will stand up.

Even as a zombie, she wouldn't allow herself to hop around; that would be too comical. She tried her best to appear as normal as possible.

"Master, this is a child who was buried alive by the villagers as a sacrifice. It happened last year. Every ten years, the village sacrifices a child by burying him alive. This custom is to ensure good weather for the next ten years."

"thorough"

Feige spat it out.

"Master, the original owner was an orphan in the village. Her parents died, and she lived with her grandmother. But her grandmother got old and passed away, leaving her all alone. Originally, it wasn't her turn; it should have been the village chief's grandson. But the village chief couldn't bear to leave his village, so he called the original owner to his house at night, put sleeping potion in her food, and dressed her in his grandson's clothes. During the sacrifice, no one paid close attention to the child, and when she was buried alive, it was her own family who buried her while the others watched from a distance."

"When the original owner woke up, she was already in the pit. She was unwilling to accept it and resisted with all her might, but the village chief knocked her unconscious with an iron hammer. When she woke up again, she was already in the field. Because of the lack of air, she was already dizzy and died. No one knows why. It's possible that because of her strong resentment, she became a zombie."

Hearing this, Feige was puzzled. In just one year, he had become a zombie. How much resentment must he have harbored?

"Master, is there anything else you'd like to know?"

"That's all. Let's take it one step at a time. If we get hungry, we'll find something to eat first."

"Master, she hasn't come out for a year. Are you that hungry?"

"I don't know, but I need to eat. I'm not going to eat that disgusting stuff."

It's nighttime now, or rather, midnight.

Feige went out onto the street, where the lights were still on.

"I'm hungry, where can I find something to eat?"

Feige muttered to herself.

"Master, you can check if the restaurants are closed. If they are, you can also go to the brothels, which are open all night."

"That's a good idea."

Feige found a restaurant, but when she arrived, it was almost closing time.

Perhaps the shopkeeper felt sorry for the child begging in the middle of the night, so he gave Fei Ge some leftovers. Fei Ge didn't mind, and squatted down at the door to eat them heartily.

The shopkeeper was getting hungry when he saw Feige eating so heartily.

Feige quickly finished eating, returned the bowl to the innkeeper, thanked him, and left.

The shopkeeper took the bowl inside and then closed the door.

……

Feige walked down the street, touching her belly.

"I'm not full"

Feige licked her tongue again.

"Master, there's a brothel ahead, with food available,"

Feige walked over.

"Little beggar, where did you come from? Go away, get out of here!"

Feige was chased away, and she wisely moved to the side, standing under a tree by the bridge.

"Master, go straight to the kitchen; there's food there."

After Wu Tang finished speaking, Fei Ge glanced at the door and disappeared instantly.

Upon entering the kitchen, there was chicken, duck, and fish, all cooked, along with some other dishes.

Feige was very unhappy with the behavior of those people at the door, so she put all the food, including the ingredients, into her space.

After leaving the brothel, Feige found an open space and sat down on a clean, large rock.

Take out the chicken, duck, and fish, and a bowl of rice.

She ate slowly.

She finished eating everything and was full.

Perhaps because she had been hungry for too long, her stomach was a little upset. Feige stood up and walked around for a while, and soon felt much better.

After eating her fill, Feige found a big tree and flew up to it to sleep.