Chapter 370 I don’t have a son like you “The corpse chaser?” Zhang Ling had a hint of curiosity on his face and looked around. When she was in Longhu Mountain, she heard a senior fellow who likes to study "witchcraft" culture say that corpse driving originated in western Hunan. In the 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 corpses. 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 expand, 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 industry ghosts, 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 and practicing living corpses are all immoral or cruel things that 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 prosperous, and they are all here for profit. Everyone in the world is hustle and bustle, all for their own benefit. Containing the source of profits is ten thousand 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 once after coming down the mountain. Unexpectedly, he bumped into it here. "You two, please give way. The Yin people are on their way, and the living people 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, swayed in front of them and shouted loudly. Said: "The deceased is the most important, please understand." “Dad~” Qin Yao grabbed Zhang Ling's wrist and just retreated to the side when a crisp 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. He looked at the small figure not far away, quickly tied the wine gourd around his waist, pulled out the peach wood sword with his hand, and rushed forward 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 stick, biting him and not letting go, and it almost annoyed 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~" Chin Yao: “???” Zhang Ling: “???” At this moment, the corpse exorcist breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Qin Yao with eyes full of gratitude. What a good person. O savior.
This slippery little **** finally changed his target... The corpse exorcist's nose was sore for a while and his eyes were 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 cheeks twitched: "Don't yell so much, I don't know you at all!" The little zombie was not angry when 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 and put his palm firmly against the head of the little zombie. He raised his eyes and looked at the exorcist: "Fellow Taoist, what's going on with him?" The corpse driver 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-suppressing talisman was not able 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. Persuasion doesn’t work; beating doesn’t work, but it makes me sick. " Chin Yao: “…” This plot seems a bit familiar. It’s a pity that I can’t remember which story it comes from! "Little guy, can you understand me?" After a while, Qin Yao lowered his head and looked at the little zombie. I thought the little zombies in Yizhuang were already young enough, but 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 had a heart 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 is more serious and serious. The corpse exorcist looked at Qin Yao with pity. At this moment, he had already foreseen the miserable life of the other party in the future... Being haunted by ghosts 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.
Chin Yao: “…” What the hell? So, all tall and mighty people are your father? “What else?” “Very 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.” Chin Yao: “…” The gods are exactly the same! “Fellow Taoist, you and your son are chatting first, while I continue on my way.” The corpse driver secretly pinched his thigh, 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." The corpse-killer: “…” 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 whether the dead are greater, and the living will make way. It is the right thing to get rid of the big trouble of little zombies as soon as possible. "Hey, brother, don't leave. You are the one who caused 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 longingly. "Let's go." Qin Yao ignored him and turned to Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling pursed his lips and looked at the cute little zombie reluctantly. He squatted down by mistake, and without knowing what he was thinking, he said softly: "Call Mom." “Mama.” The little zombie shouted obediently. Qin Yao: “…” Miss, what are you doing? ? ? "good." When the 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?" "Let's take him first..." Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, but he didn't say the words "let's adopt him". Qin Yao said calmly: "Be sensible. We are not going out to play. We can take a child with us." Zhang Ling is very sober and knows that his request is irrational, but there is a kind of magic in his eyes that makes people want to stop: "Mr. Qin, I beg you, I won't let him hold us back." Chin Yao: “…” I have seen ghosts and ghosts, but this is the first time I have seen corpses. "Dad..." The little zombie seemed to know the current situation and followed Zhang Ling to look at Qin Yao eagerly. Qin Yao was silent for a moment and stretched out three fingers: "You can take him with you, but you must make an agreement." “Say.” Zhang Ling said. “First, he can’t call me daddy.” Qin Yao pointed at the little zombie. The little zombie paused for a moment, hesitated, and softly shouted: "Dad?" Chin Yao: “…” “Poof!” Zhang Ling couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing on the spot, then waved her hands repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth, stared at the little zombie and said, "It's not okay to call me Dad, and it's not okay to call me Dad. You have to call me Mr. Qin, or you can call me Brother Qin." Little zombie: “???” It can’t understand it either. Why did dad suddenly become an older brother? “It’s just a title, it’s the same no matter what you call it.” Zhang Ling whispered to the little zombie. The little zombie seemed to understand but luckily he could still understand the situation and said, "Brother Qin." Qin Yao nodded with satisfaction and raised his second finger: "Second, we... no, to be precise, it should be me. I will not care about any of your needs, and you have no right to make any demands on me." “Okay.” said the little zombie. "Third, I have no obligation to save you. If you insist on following us, if you encounter any danger, you can only ask for blessings. Do you understand?" Qin Yao said in a solemn voice. “I understand.” The little zombie didn’t actually understand, but that didn’t stop him from agreeing first. Qin Yao: "As long as you understand... Ah Ling, you are the one who kept him, and I leave it to you to discipline him." “Don’t worry, Mr. Qin, I will take good care of him and prevent him from causing trouble for us!” Zhang Ling said quickly.
Qin Yao nodded slightly, raised his head and glanced at the night sky: "Let's go, let's continue looking for a place to live..." Zhang Ling took the initiative to hold the little zombie's hand, followed him step by step, and asked softly: "Little zombie, do you have a name?" The little zombie shook his head. “Then Mom, can I give you a name?” “Okay, okay.” The little zombie jumped happily. Zhang Ling raised his head and glanced at the "child's father" in front of him, and said with a smile: "You have a round face, how about you call me Gungun? Qin Gungun..." Qin Yao paused, turned his eyes and said, "I don't think it's possible!" “Why not?” Zhang Ling was surprised. “How can his surname be Qin?” Qin Yao said seriously. Zhang Ling laughed dumbly: "That's what you said, why can't his surname be Qin?" Qin Yao shook his head: "Stop making trouble, this name is not good, it can easily cause misunderstanding." Zhang Ling was silent for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then call it Si Qin, thinking Si Qin, hardworking Qin. This name reminds him to think often and work hard." Chin Yao: “…” He felt that the name was not innocent, but the other party made it very clear from the beginning that Qin was Qin who was diligent, not Qin Yao's Qin. He had no reason to object to this. “Si Qin, starting from today, you have a name, are you happy?” Seeing that he was speechless, Zhang Ling slowly narrowed his eyes and said with a smile. “Happy, thank you Mom.” Si Qin said obediently. “My son is so good.” Zhang Ling praised him. Chin Yao: “…” What the hell~ Does the progress of your relationship not require a process? ! After a long time. The two people who were trekking all the way froze and finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. Under the guidance of Qin Yao, they quickly quickened their pace and came to Zhuangzi with two red lanterns hanging in front of the door. “It’s a righteous village!” Zhang Ling looked up at the dusty plaque and whispered. Qin Yao has lived in Yizhuang for several years and did not shy away from this: "I'm knocking on the door and asking if I can stay here tonight." “Dong dong dong.” “Dong dong dong.” Inside Yizhuang, in a room with lights on...
The silver-haired old man who was sleeping in his clothes suddenly sat up, picked up a coat on the wooden stand beside the bed, put it on, pulled on his cloth shoes, strode out of the room, and went straight to the front door of the village. "who?" "Hello, father-in-law, we are pedestrians passing by here. Seeing that it is getting late, we would like to stay in Yizhuang for one night. Is it inconvenient?" Qin Yao said. Listening to his breathy voice and sensing the breath of a living person outside the door, the old man hesitated for a while before finally pulling out the bolt and opening the wooden door. When he looked up, he saw a little zombie. “Why did you bring a zombie with you?” the old man asked in surprise. “We met this little zombie on the way, and it insisted on following us, so we had no choice but to let it go.” Qin Yao explained. The old man was obviously not afraid of zombies. He thought for a moment and turned sideways: "Come in, I will arrange a place for you to stay." Shortly after. The old man took them into a side room and said: "There is only one clean room in Yi Zhuang, so you can make do with it. The latrine is in the southeast corner. Remember not to go to the main hall when you get up at night." “Thank you, father-in-law.” Qin Yao cupped his hands, then took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and handed it to the old man: “Let this be considered as our accommodation fee tonight.” "I can't do it, I can't do it." The old man refused again and again: "How can I accept money if it is convenient for others?" Qin Yao shook his head and forced Dayang into the old man's hand: "It is a sin to disturb people's dreams. If we live in your place for free again, we will be even more sorry. Keep the money, it buys us peace of mind." Seeing that he could not resist, the old man held the silver dollar, and a smile gradually appeared on his face: "I am the third uncle in the family, and people outside call me third uncle. What do you call me?" (End of this chapter)