Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 419

"Senior brother, come up quickly." Ling Yanyan waved to the Taoist priest Mama.

Master Mama was stunned, staring at Ling Yanyan in disbelief. He couldn't understand why Ling Yanyan would suddenly unleash such powerful strength.

However, the Taoist priest still jumped up, and then the two quickly left the underground palace and ran towards the outside of the valley.

"Let's go. The zombies here have been dealt with. I'm worried about leaving your two disciples alone in the mortuary." Ling Yanyan said calmly after dealing with the last zombie and looking around.

"Junior brother is truly righteous." Ma Ma's face showed emotion, but in reality, he was genuinely worried about his two disappointing disciples.

The zombies have now been almost completely wiped out by their joint efforts.

It's time to go back to the mortuary.

The two exchanged a glance and, without wasting a moment, immediately set off back.

At this moment, in the mortuary.

Ah-Qiang and Ah-Hao were bored out of their minds.

Glutinous rice had been scattered all around the ground, and yellow talismans had been pasted on it.

Ah Qiang was still uneasy, so he took out the copper coin sword again and placed it on the ancestral tablet.

Ah-hao knelt on the prayer mat and kowtowed sincerely: "May our ancestors bless us, may all the gods bless us, may all the immortal lords bless us, please bless those zombies so that they bite other people instead, and please don't come to the mortuary."

"Hey! That's incredibly heartless of you to say that!" A-Qiang perked up his ears, stepped forward, and slapped A-Hao on the shoulder.

Ah-hao was startled, then glared at him impatiently: "If you're not going to kneel, don't stop me. You want zombies to come over? I don't. I'm just trying to save my own life. Get out of my way!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and swept Ah Qiang aside.

"Hey, you..." A-Qiang angrily berated him.

Ah-hao ignored him, took out a few sticks of incense, placed them in front of him, and continued chanting.

Seeing that he ignored him, A-Qiang pouted and said, "You're so selfish, even the ancestors won't listen to you!"

Ah-hao didn't care and continued with what he was doing.

Ah Qiang shook his head, then looked towards the door. Gazing at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but sigh and murmur, "I wonder how Master and Uncle are doing. May the Ancestral Master protect them and bring them back safely!"

He knew very well that he was just a nobody, and if it weren't for his master and uncle protecting him all the way, he would have died a miserable death under the fangs of zombies long ago.

Upon hearing this, Ah-hao suddenly interrupted, "It's fine if you bless Master, but Uncle-Master... well, forget it."

A strange glint flashed in his eyes, and he shrugged, pouring cold water on the situation.

Ah Qiang asked, puzzled, "Why? Don't you want your martial uncle to come back safely?"

He tilted his head, simply puzzled.

"I don't want him to. I'd rather he be bitten to death by a zombie." Ah Hao snorted coldly, muttering curses in a very resentful tone. If you looked closely, there seemed to be a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"Why? He's our martial uncle!" A-Qiang couldn't understand and leaned closer to see what A-Hao was thinking.

How could anyone want their martial uncle to get into trouble?

The moment Ah-Qiang approached, the murderous intent in Ah-Hao's eyes vanished instantly. He concealed it well, preventing the person in front of him from noticing.

Then, he gave an awkward laugh, trying to dodge the question: "No, it's not that. Don't you think that my master is overshadowing our master?"

"I was just standing up for my master."

Whether it was out of indignation or personal motives, only he himself knows the truth.

Ah-hao spoke, but the joking smile didn't reach his eyes; deep within them lay a chilling coldness.

Ah-Qiang could understand, but he still felt the reason was far-fetched. Of course, he thought Ah-Hao was just saying it.

So he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to remind him, and could only say, "Don't say those things again. I know you feel indignant for your master, but there's no need to be so petty. Don't say such unlucky things."