Early in the morning, Taoist Simu came out of the house with a pair of panda eyes. He needed to cover his customers with black cloth to block out the sunlight before the sun rose.
The walking corpse is a creature between a corpse and a zombie. It is extremely sensitive to sunlight. If it is exposed to the sun even a little, its magic will be broken and it needs to be refined again before it can be controlled with the corpse-controlling technique.
Therefore, Simu covered the zombies tightly with light-blocking black cloth early in the morning.
Last night in Chu Xiao's room, Simu lay on the incredibly soft bed and stayed awake all night!
This is the first time Simu has insomnia since he started driving corpses!
It wasn’t because the bed was not comfortable enough, but I was worried that I might never sleep in such a comfortable bed again. I fell into anxiety and panic and couldn’t sleep all night.
The sun rose and the moon set. The first ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Chu Xiao's bedroom window. Chu Xiao, who was sleeping soundly, woke up slowly. He packed up his things briefly and left the house, turning the house into a capsule and putting it into a box.
Glancing sideways at Taoist Simu, I saw that Simu was holding his own corpse, leaning against a tree trunk, and sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder.
Chu Xiao didn't know that Simu hadn't slept all night, and wondered why Simu had slept all night and still had so much sleep to do? Could it be that he had fought a fox spirit last night, and his energy was damaged, causing some kidney deficiency
"Old people don't take care of their health, alas!"
Chu Xiao shook his head and looked at Simu helplessly. Given Taoist Simu's slow speed in driving the corpses, it was unknown how much time it would take for the two of them to return to Simu's home.
If Chu Xiao doesn't return to Taoist Simu's home, how can he try to use the corpse refining technique and the Sutra of the Dead to transform Bulong into a zombie
When I thought of this, and then looked at Simu who was sleeping like a dead pig, I felt even more unhappy!
My good mood early in the morning was completely ruined by this sleepy Taoist priest Simu.
Chu Xiao snorted coldly and sent out a palm wind, knocking the four-eyed Taoist who was hugging the zombie to the ground. However, the four-eyed Taoist, who was lying on the ground, not only did not wake up, but turned over and continued to sleep on the spot.
It looked like sleeping on the floor was much more comfortable than sleeping on the floor.
In fact, Taoist Simu was used to a life of sleeping in the open air, and he really felt that sleeping on the ground was much more natural than sleeping in Chu Xiao's mansion.
"Huh! How can he sleep so well?!" Chu Xiao said inwardly, his eyes fell on the zombies beside Simu. These zombies were regarded as Simu's treasures. Not only were they Simu's breadwinners, but they were also Simu's beloved ones. He was as cold as ice in his palm, fearing that something might happen to them.
Judging from Simu's reaction last night, we can see the status of the zombie in Simu's heart.
In that case, Chu Xiao gave a wicked smile, tapped the ground with his feet, flew up into the air, and performed the Flying Dance Technique, gathering all the zombies of the Four-Eyed Taoist together and piling them into a small hill.
Looking at the zombies stacked up like a mountain, Chu Xiao took out an empty universal capsule from the universal capsule box on his waist, threw it casually, and put all the zombies into the universal capsule. He marked the remarks, wrote the word "zombies" on the outside of the capsule, and looked at the four-eyed Taoist on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Simu, are you still sleeping?"
Hmm! Huh! Simu's snoring answered Chu Xiao's question.
"Fellow Daoist Simu, don't sleep any more! Get up and get going!"
Hmm! Huh! Simu turned over again, hugged a rotten wood, and fell into a deeper sleep.
"Fellow Daoist Simu, your zombie is lost!"
Hmm! Huh! Hmm?! The four-eyed Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground at a much faster speed than usual, staring at the place where the zombies were originally placed like a cheetah.
Empty?!
Where are your own zombies? !
Where is the ice in my palm, the flesh and blood of my heart? !
I fell asleep! No! Before I blacked out, it was clearly right here, how come it suddenly disappeared!
It's over! It's over! This trip is all over! Not only will the reputation that I have built up over the years be destroyed, but I will also lose all the money I have worked so hard to earn!
Simu collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely sleepless and with a look of despair on his face.
Looking at Chu Xiao again, he was looking at Taoist Simu with a half-smile on his face, which attracted Simu's attention.
That's not right! If my zombie is lost! With Chu Xiao's strength, he shouldn't have failed to notice the problem!
There is something fishy here!
The sudden disappearance of the zombies made Daoist Simu intuitively think of the storage magic weapon in Chu Xiao's hand.
Only the storage magic weapon in Chu Xiao's hand has such power that it can make more than a dozen zombies disappear out of thin air.
"Fellow Daoist Chu! Could it be that you have stored my corpse into your magic storage device?"
Chu Xiao chuckled and stopped teasing Taoist Simu. After all, his purpose was to get Simu to wake up earlier so that the two of them could hurry on their journey as quickly as possible.
Chu Xiao casually threw the universal capsule containing the zombies to the Taoist Simu. The universal capsule, which was spinning 365 degrees in the air and turning four and a half times, was infinitely slowed down in the eyes of the Taoist Simu, causing his pupils to suddenly focus.
This is a magic storage weapon!
Chu Xiao really put my zombie into the storage magic weapon, so it was just a false alarm.
Wait, how could Chu Xiao throw out the storage magic weapon so casually? He really doesn't know how to cherish it!
What if it breaks? A storage magic weapon is so precious, if it breaks, it may not be repairable!
Taoist Simu was cautious in his heart. He stared at the universal capsule in the air. His whole body was extremely tense. He flew quickly in the air to catch the universal capsule. He even held it tightly in his arms after catching it, for fear that it would accidentally drop to the ground.
Chu Xiao didn't care how much Taoist Simu valued the universal capsule. To him, a universal capsule was just an ordinary daily necessity, just like the tissue he used to wipe his mouth after a meal. He was used to it.
"Let's go! Fellow Daoist Simu, let's rush to your house as soon as possible. We need to put into action the topic we discussed last night on how to refine cloth dragons into zombies as soon as possible!"
Simu held the universal capsule in his hand and looked at the word "zombie" on it. His heart was beating wildly. He didn't hear what Xiao said at all. There was only the universal capsule in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Simu, don't just stand there in a daze. That universal capsule will be yours from now on. You can look at it however you want when you get home. Now we should hurry on our way!"
Simu suddenly raised his head and said happily.
"What?! This storage magic weapon... no, the universal capsule, is mine from today on?"
"How about this? If you don't want it, you can return it to me after you use it."
Simu shook his head like a rattle and kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Brother Chu. From today on, I, Simu, am yours! If you say east, I will never point west. If you say north, I will never point south."
Chu Xiao smiled in confusion. Why did the Taoist Simu suddenly show his loyalty to him? He just gave him a universal capsule. Is it important? Is it valuable
There are still a lot of them in the box on my waist! Bulma's Universal Capsule Company has hundreds of Universal Capsule production lines, with a daily output of at least thousands of capsules!
Is it luxurious
ps: Well... Lingling seldom speaks, and basically types silently.
But I want to say a little more today.
Because Dragon Ball will be on the shelves soon.
Lingling is a part-time novel writer. Her working hours are very long and she always gets off work at 9:30 in the evening. It is common for her to write until late at night.
Is it hard? If you say it’s not hard, you’re lying to yourself.
Are you tired? You know it best in your heart.
But none of these are important. What is important is that Lingling can write down the Dragon Ball in her mind on the Qidian platform, share it with everyone, and fulfill her Dragon Ball dream together. Lingling is very happy.
Lingling’s dream is not high. She just hopes that someone will like the book she wrote, give thumbs up to it, and that someone can find memories of when they were a child, staring at the TV and staying up late to watch Dragon Ball.
To borrow a phrase from Stephen Chow.
People must have dreams, otherwise what is the difference between them and salted fish.