"How is he now?"

Zheng Fan stood by the coffin and asked Liang Cheng, who was beside him.

Earlier, Liang Cheng had been outside directing the soldiers in ambush, in case of an accident. Only after things were over did he dismiss the armored soldiers and rush over.

The problem of zombies is most likely best understood by zombies.

Liang Cheng carefully checked him over. Then, Liang Cheng stood there, organizing his emotions for a long time, thinking for a long time. Finally, with great difficulty, a smile appeared on his face, because he smiled so rarely that he had no muscle memory at all. Moreover, his muscles were different from ordinary people's.

This smile relaxed Zheng Fan a lot, although he felt that Liang Cheng could just speak directly and didn't need to force an expression, if the latter was much more troublesome than the former.

"My lord, he has awakened."

"Awakened? But there's no movement."

"It's like this, my lord. The existence of zombies is a process of life from death, just like a person in infancy is very ignorant. However, people naturally grow up. Unless they have congenital intellectual defects, as they get older, infants grow into adults and slowly develop rationality and self-awareness.

"But zombies are different. More than 99% of zombies are born by accident. Even zombies that are deliberately created by burying them in feng shui formations are the same. The difference may lie in the strength of the zombie after it appears, but basically, they have no wisdom to speak of.

"An infant will cry when it's hungry and wants milk. Zombies need to suck blood, especially the blood of close relatives, which is more attractive to them, like better-tasting milk powder.

"The difference is that infants are too weak to get up and make their own milk powder, but zombies have strong bodies and can cause great harm to the local people with this instinct.

"Sha Tuo Que Shi became a zombie because the barbarian royal court's priests forcibly summoned him. Those priests must have paid a great price for this.

"But after he became a zombie, he actually retained a kind of restraint, a bit more suppression of his own instinct than ordinary zombies. This is probably because he was also an outstanding figure in life. 'Living, be a hero; dying, be a heroic ghost,' that's what people like him are like. Even if they die and are refined into zombies, they are not willing to be muddle-headed fools."

"So, A Cheng, you mean, he has now broken away from that zombie ignorance?"

"Yes, because this subordinate can no longer sense much resentment in him. In fact, the arrival of the princess this time, so close to him, is actually an opportunity for him.

"His heart has always harbored hatred for the princess. This is also the cause of his death and his obsession. Sha Tuo Que Shi has been restraining his hatred and instinct in the two or three years since he became a zombie, but suppression is not as good as guidance. Last night's situation was equivalent to him venting the obsession in his heart.

"Of course, this method is very dangerous. Not to mention the probability of success, if it weren't for your help last night, my lord, Sha Tuo Que Shi might have been branded by the princess and become a puppet under her control."

"That ending would be too tragic."

His clan was wiped out by that woman.

He died because he went to that woman to get an explanation.

In the end, he was controlled by this woman and became a puppet.

Sigh.

"Fortunately, it was successful. This is like a kind of self…" Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Evolution."

"Evolution?"

Sometimes, Zheng Fan was also very grateful that he had these demon kings by his side after he woke up in this world, so that while exploring the outside world, he could still live in his original familiar circle, such as some modern words.

"What level has he evolved to? Can he become like a normal person?"

"Yes, my lord, it shouldn't be a big problem. He may not be able to cope freely, and it is impossible to be exactly the same as before, but at least he can speak and communicate.

"In the future, there will be opportunities to continue to improve, continue to adapt, and in the end…"

Liang Cheng pointed his finger at himself.

"Become like you?"

Liang Cheng's words, apart from being a bit cold, were no different from those of a normal person.

"There is a chance."

"When will he wake up?"

The previous awakening referred to Sha Tuo Que Shi breaking away from ignorance.

The current awakening is when Sha Tuo Que Shi can stand up.

"This subordinate doesn't know."

"Doesn't know?"

"Because this time, he consumed too much energy. He needs to sleep now, maybe for a year or two, maybe for ten or twenty years, or even…"

In fact, Liang Cheng deliberately organized his words, because for zombies, sleeping for a hundred years is nothing.

"Fuck."

Zheng Bo Ye subconsciously cursed.

He originally thought that Old Sha could wake up after a sleep, and then he could sit face-to-face with him, drinking wine and looking at the scenery.

Who would have thought that

it would turn from a previous intermittent awakening into a long-term reset.

"Is there a way to wake him up sooner?" Zheng Fan asked.

This feeling was very bad, because it was too unprofitable. Old Sha could still be a bodyguard at home before, but now he doesn't even have this function.

Zheng Bo Ye suddenly felt insecure.

"There is a way to speed up this process. For example, when we fight in the future, we can bring him along and place him in the center of the war after the war to absorb blood and resentment."

When Blind heard this, he nodded and said,

"This is easy to do. In the future, every time the lord goes on an expedition, he will bring a coffin. To the outside world, it will be said that the lord is carrying a coffin to battle, and will never return until the enemy is defeated."

Liang Cheng added: "There is another method, that is, the lord will be promoted by two more levels. At the same time, this subordinate can recover twice, and then, it will be a matter of minutes for this subordinate to wake him up."

Hearing this, Blind suddenly didn't want to speak, because he hadn't been promoted this time yet.

Zheng Fan helplessly reached out and stroked his forehead,

cursing:

"So what the hell is going on? I now feel like the protagonists in some TV series before, giving you two broken artifacts and letting you slowly develop and restore them."

A Sword Saint,

was crippled;

A Left Valiant Prince,

was lying down.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the Sword Saint was at his peak, if Sha Tuo Que Shi was also at his peak,

Zheng Bo Ye could take them both,

run to outside Yan Jing City, of course, a little further away to prevent being surrounded by thousands of Imperial Guards,

being a little further away wouldn't matter,

standing on a small mound,

and greet the Yan Emperor who lived in the palace inside.

Even,

being a little more carefree,

with the Sword Saint and Sha Tuo Que Shi standing behind him,

Zheng Fan could sit on the threshold,

facing Jing Nan Marquis Tian Wu Jing who was riding a Pixiu over there,

gently pat the threshold beside him,

and say:

"What are you standing there for? Sit down."

Blind seemed to be able to see through what his lord was thinking,

and said:

"My lord, if the Sword Saint wasn't crippled, and Sha Tuo Que Shi wasn't dead, they wouldn't be by your side."

"Blind, are you mocking me?"

"No, this subordinate is comforting you."

"Okay, comforting."

Zheng Fan reached out and patted the coffin lid, then pointed to the wall opposite and asked:

"I heard that the Wild Man King had an epileptic fit last night?"

Blind replied: "It should be that he's been neighbors with Sha Tuo Que Shi for too long, and his body was affected by the evil aura and had some problems."

Ordinary people might get sick if they were hit by bad luck, let alone being neighbors with a big zombie.

The Wild Man King's skills were basically focused on his brain, and he didn't have much cultivation himself.

Zheng Fan glanced at Liang Cheng and asked, "Will anything happen?"

Liang Cheng answered very concisely: "If he's only sick so far, he'll slowly adapt."

"Okay, then there's no need to change his room."

Zheng Fan clapped his hands and said:

"Let's go, let's go see that princess."

Mentioning the princess, Zheng Bo Ye couldn't help but smile. Although he vomited exaggeratedly when he came out of the illusion last night, and his whole person was like being thrown into a tumble dryer for a few kilometers.

But I have to say, he had a lot of fun last night.

It's just a pity that this kind of scene can't be repeated. Sha Tuo Que Shi has fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and the Demon Pill is also listless today.

Leaving the underground and going to the ground, Zheng Fan took everyone to the West Residence.

At the entrance of the West Residence, there was a row of guards, all of whom were the princess's attendants.

When Zheng Fan and others came over,

the twenty or so guards immediately drew their blades and pointed them at this side, the leader shouted:

"Halt!"

"Presumptuous, this is the Pingye Marquis's residence, how dare you hold a knife against the Marquis!"

Liang Cheng took a step forward, looking directly at them.

After all, he was a big zombie, and he had been leading troops for the past few years, so his aura was naturally unquestionable.

"Seventh Uncle has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to enter the West Residence!"

But the guards beside the princess were not ordinary people, and it was impossible to scare them away easily.

Liang Cheng clapped his hands

and shouted:

"Someone!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a group of armored soldiers rushed out from behind. At the same time, a group of soldiers holding bows and crossbows climbed over the walls of the West Residence.

The security of the Pingye Marquis's residence has always been a top priority, especially after the princess moved in, it has been strengthened.

"If you don't sheathe your knives within ten breaths, you will be killed here immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

At this moment, Seventh Uncle's figure appeared. Seeing this scene, he immediately reprimanded his own people:

"This is the Pingye Marquis's residence, how dare you show your weapons to the Pingye Marquis? Sheathe your knives!"

The guards then sheathed their knives.

At this time, Liang Cheng also took the opportunity to step back.

Zheng Fan stepped forward

and cupped his hands to Seventh Uncle:

"Seventh Uncle, what does the princess mean by this?"

"Please don't blame us, Marquis Pingye. There is a reason for this. Please come in, Marquis Pingye."

Zheng Fan nodded and followed Seventh Uncle into the West Residence.

In fact, because of what happened last night, Zheng Fan probably knew that the princess would be difficult to wake up, and might even become a "vegetable."

But after all, the matter happened in his own home. Although he did it without leaving any traces, there was always a bit of suspicion. Therefore, knowing that the security here would be strict after the princess had an accident, Zheng Fan still had to force his way in. Liang Cheng's previous reaction was also to deliberately show off his weapons and wash away his suspicion in the opposite direction.

…

"What, the princess is ill?"

Zheng Fan exclaimed in disbelief.

"Alas, yes." Seventh Uncle sighed, but the corner of his eye was staring at Zheng Fan.

But Zheng Bo Ye's acting skills have improved rapidly in the past few years, and he naturally performed flawlessly, making it impossible for Seventh Uncle to see any flaws.

Moreover, Zheng Fan was clear about these swordsmen and sword fanatics, with the example of the Sword Saint in front of him. Their swordsmanship was first-rate, but in other aspects, they were actually average, so there was nothing to panic about.

After some back-and-forth, Seventh Uncle opened his mouth and said:

"Marquis, the princess's illness is a bit tricky. I plan to take the princess to Fengxin City to seek treatment from Jing Nan Marquis."

"Seek Jing Nan Marquis?"

"The level of military doctors in the Jing Nan Army is very high."

In fact, Seventh Uncle also knew that the princess's illness was not an ordinary illness. The disciples of the Drunken Immortals, Da Hu and Er Hu, could not solve it, so he could only find a more skilled Qi Refiner.

Seventh Uncle was clear that Jing Nan Marquis Tian Wu Jing was nominally a third-rank martial artist, but Jing Nan Marquis also knew the arts of the other world.

For the sake of Marquis Zhenbei, Jing Nan Marquis would not be able to refuse to help the princess.

As for pushing it to the military doctor, it was also because the princess was unmarried after all, and there had already been many rumors about her marriage with the Crown Prince. If the news of her suffering from a strange disease or brain disease spread, the impact on the princess would be too great.

Seventh Uncle watched the princess grow up, and naturally stood in the position of an elder to plan for the princess.

"It's just, Marquis, you are clear that it was okay for us to come here from west to east before. Traveling along the Tian Duan Mountains was just to worry about wild animals, but if we go south, that side will not be stable."

Zheng Fan slapped his thigh

and said:

"Seventh Uncle, what are you talking about? The princess has the grace to meet Zheng. Now Zheng is ashamed of my Xue Haiguan's humble beginnings, and there are no famous doctors to invite to treat the princess.

"Since there are highly skilled military doctors in Fengxin City, then what are we hesitating about? Zheng will personally lead a cavalry to escort the princess to Fengxin City."

"This… this is impossible. How can we trouble the Marquis to escort her personally?"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. It just so happens that the Chu people are restless these days, and I can also go to Fengxin City to listen to the Marquis's instructions. This kind of thing should be common in the Zhenbei Army. Seventh Uncle doesn't need to think too much, it's really just a detour."

The situation was strange.

It was only right for the subordinate generals to run to the Marquis to listen to his instructions. Of course, if the war started, it would not be right to leave their posts without permission.

Seventh Uncle nodded and said:

"In that case, thank you Marquis Pingye."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Time is of the essence. The princess can't be delayed here. Please hurry up and prepare. I still need to hand over some things. We'll set off in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay!"

…

"Hey, I said, do you have to be so down-to-earth?"

Pushing open the Sword Saint's door, he found that the Sword Saint was sitting in the courtyard holding a torch and roasting the hair on the pig's head.

"How can I eat without roasting the hair off?" The Sword Saint replied unhappily, "Are you here to ask me for the money for the pig's head?"

"Nonsense, how can I let you take such a big advantage for nothing?"

"Heh, your heart is really dark enough."

"I'll put it on your account first, and then I'll settle it with you later."

Since the Sword Saint liked this tune, Zheng Bo Ye wouldn't pretend to be generous here, even though a pig's head was nothing to Zheng Bo Ye.

But what is this?

This is called foreplay.

If it made the Sword Saint happy, Zheng Bo Ye didn't mind going down and cooperating himself.

"Where's Sister-in-law?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Went to work."

"Hu Zi went to school?"

"Yes."

"Where's the old woman?"

"Went to sweep the streets."

The Sword Saint sighed, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:

"If you didn't know the situation at home in advance, how could you push the door in so generously?"

"I have to ask, it's just a formality."

"Heh, you treated the girl who entered the city under the stars last night well enough."

"Did you notice?"

"I sensed something."

"There's something going on inside. Alas, this girl is not easy to mess with. She really dares to kill people."

"After all, she's a princess."

"Now she's lying in bed, can't wake up. I'm going to lead a team to Fengxin City later."

"Go to Fengxin City, find Tian Wu Jing?"

"Yes."

"Tian Wu Jing can solve it. He relied on that trick to defeat me back then."

Back then, in the woods outside the capital of Jin,

Jing Nan Marquis first used a martial artist's body to wear down the Sword Saint's sword qi, and then used the art of the other world to form a restriction, and finally defeated the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint reached out and tapped the pig's head,

and said again:

"But what are you doing, Marquis Pingye? You spent so much effort at night to confuse the girl, and now you want to take her to solve it? Isn't this taking off your pants to fart?"

"Hey, how can I not take off my pants to fart? If I don't go, wouldn't it be a big loss if the Marquis directly solved it for her? As I see it, at least let her be in a coma for a year and a half."

If Jing Nan Marquis couldn't solve it, then Seventh Uncle could only take the princess back. The original Taoist ancestral courts in Jin had long been destroyed in the war, and Tianhu Mountain was burned to the ground.

Seventh Uncle didn't dare to let those wandering Taoists and reclusive experts come to treat the princess, so it was very likely that he could only take her back to Yan Jing City to find a suitable person to solve it.

The princess was in a coma and couldn't ride a fast horse. She had to sit in a carriage. This would take a lot of time on the road. When she arrived in Yan Jing City, she would have to find someone, which would also take time.

According to Blind, the longer she was in a coma, the less likely her brain would work well, even if it was solved in the future.

"Tian Wu Jing really dotes on you." The Sword Saint thought for a moment and said, "He really knows how to do things."

After all, Jing Nan Marquis's son was still being raised by Zheng Fan. At the same time, it was just a princess. He, Tian Wu Jing, had already slaughtered his entire family for the sake of Great Yan. What was it to Li Liang Ting to lose a daughter? Besides, it wasn't intentional to harm your daughter, it was just that he didn't lend a hand.

The Chu people were about to cause trouble. Tian Wu Jing was preserving his strength and maintaining his own state to deal with the situation. Shouldn't it be natural not to lose his cultivation for a little woman?

The Sword Saint turned the pig's head over

and shook his head while continuing to roast:

"The common people all think that Jing Nan Marquis is a heartless demon, while the emperors and nobles know that Jing Nan Marquis can sacrifice everything for Great Yan."

"Huh? What exactly do you want to say?"

The Sword Saint threw the torch on the ground and rolled it to extinguish it,

and said:

"So, in principle, Tian Wu Jing should have cut you down without hesitation."

"……" Zheng Fan.

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Recommend two friends' books.

One is called "Han Que", a book by Qi Yue Xin Fan,

Looking back thousands of years, the Han family's palace is still there!

It was the third year of Emperor Zhao of Han's Yuanfeng, and the powerful officials in the court were in power. There were still Xiongnu outside who had not been destroyed, and the Silk Road was still precarious…

It is a book by a postgraduate student in history, very detailed and suitable for old white readers.

The other is called "Shao Song", by Liu Dan Pa Shui.

In 1127 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Immediately, Zhao Gou, the ninth son of the emperor, ascended the throne in Shangqiu amidst great expectations, inherited the Song Dynasty, and changed his reign to Jianyan.

Liu Dan's previous book was "Fu Han", and this one is equally exciting. The protagonist is reborn as Wan Yan Gou.

I am a perfectionist, so in order to write "The Descent of Magic" well,

Well,

In order to write "The Great Yan Chronicle" well,

I had already py'ed two great historical gods early on, which can be said to be a lot of effort.

Lastly,

There will be another chapter tonight, probably before one o'clock in the morning.