A Hong Kong drama that started with zombies

Chapter 14 I'll give you a chance to learn more

Two half-person-high, [-]% full rice buckets, and four half-person-high, [-]% full vegetable buckets were all brought out.

The master chefs in the cafeteria also helped out very understandingly, and directly placed it on the dining table closest to the pick-up area.

He even gave Xiao Zhang a big spoon.

The students who were watching the excitement finally couldn't help but gather around. The people in dormitory 404 also took advantage of the reputation of the dormitory, and the crowd who came late and forcibly squeezed in occupied a favorable viewing position.

The teachers eating in the teachers' cafeteria on the second floor, as well as Li Sir and others, leaned on the railing on the second floor and looked down upon them.

"Can a normal person eat so much?"

"Impossible, let alone so many things, the meals he ate before add up, and a normal person can't finish them. Unless, his skin is all empty, and he is a big humanoid food bucket."

"Could it be... Maoshan Taoism?"

"If he can eat all the food in these six dining buckets, I believe that there is Maoshan Taoism in this world."

"Do you want to open?"

"..."

Some teachers glanced at Sir Li, and then the teachers remembered that their actual principal was still present.

But what no one noticed was that Li sir's eyes were very strange, as if he was recalling some bizarre events in the past, and he seemed to be looking forward to something.

first floor.

Xiao Zhang among the crowd fell into a very strange state.

In essence, he doesn't care about being a big eater, but after eating ten dinner plates, he still has to eat the meals in six and a half person-high dining buckets, which is not the same as he wants to pretend to be a normal person. Mentality, is backfired.

But because of his own strange state, Xiao Zhang didn't care about it.

The bucket is in place, the big spoon is in place.

Xiao Zhang sat in front of the dining table, stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, chewed it a little, and swallowed it directly.

Then there are two spoonfuls of dishes, the behavior is exactly the same as before.

With such constant repetition, the food in the six dining buckets became less and less, the surroundings became more and more quiet, and the eyes of the students became more and more amazed.

The temperature in the cafeteria seemed to be constantly rising due to the gathering of the crowd, and it was like the cold air blowing wildly was being inhaled into the lungs of the students at a faster frequency.

None of this has anything to do with Xiao Zhang.

After waking up after sleeping for 70 years, he has never eaten so many meals, and the food reserves in Uncle Feng's house are not as much as this one.

After all, he is a bachelor, and the whole family will not be hungry if he is full.

But after the meals prepared by this cafeteria reached the order of thousands of people, even if it was just a little more, it would far exceed the meals that Xiao Zhang had eaten in the past half month.

Eating too much did not make Xiao Zhang feel full.

After those meals entered his stomach, they would be directly digested into energy by the red gastric juice, not even leaving much residue.

As spoonful after spoonful of food was eaten, Xiao Zhang, who was in the state of internal vision, finally saw the red gastric juice clearly.

It's not gastric juice, but a red flame that looks like liquid.

This is what Uncle Feng said, the power of fire?
So where does this power come from?

Judging from Uncle Feng's performance, it seems that zombies shouldn't have this kind of power.

The food in the dining bucket became less and less, and Xiao Zhang ate more and more slowly, not because he was full, nor because the red flame could not digest anymore.

It was because he felt that the energy refined by the flames, after being absorbed by his stomach, flowed relatively clearly to all parts of his body.

It was as if there were countless rivers in his body, and those energies turned into water, nourishing his whole body along these rivers.

Meridians?

It shouldn't be, I'm a zombie, where did the meridian come from.

Perhaps, this is the power of water that Uncle Feng said?

The clearer Xiao Zhang sees, the more puzzled he becomes, which makes him more eager to hope that seven or eight years will pass quickly. Uncle Feng will definitely tell him a lot of useful news when he is at a critical juncture of life and death, including what he is looking forward to. Zombie cultivation method.

After all, when a person is about to die, his words are also kind.

When a good person like Uncle Feng is about to die, it's impossible to turn into a bad person and lie, right?
During the process of energy flow, Xiao Zhang can feel that his body is becoming more and more perfect, and this kind of perfection is perfect in the sense of being human.

He didn't lack anything before, but the skin, bones, nerves, muscles, etc., were all zombified existences.

In particular, his blood is not the red of normal people, but a strange black, just like the color of his hair.

But now, with the continuous increase of refining energy, his blood began to turn red.

It is like the blood of a normal person, and it is like the flame refining food in his stomach.

By analogy, other body parts are becoming more and more like normal people.

But this didn't make his physical fitness decline, on the contrary, it was constantly improving, and a sense of clarity appeared.

Pangu created the heaven and the earth, clear air rose to form the sky, and turbid air sank to form the earth.

Xiao Zhang suddenly thought of this legend, and felt very similar to his current one.

If the white zombies, green zombies, and hairy zombies are all turbid air creatures that can only jump on the ground, then the flying zombies that can fly into the sky can be described as clean air creatures.

So, as long as I eat a little more, I can evolve into a flying zombie?
Feeling the food he ate and the degree of change he had brought about, Xiao Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

A long way to go.

But the people around didn't know why Xiao Zhang sighed, they just saw Xiao Zhang finished all the food in the six dining buckets, and then sighed helplessly.

It's like...not full.

The quiet cafeteria suddenly became noisy.

"No way."

"okay."

"Did you make a mistake, bucket!"

"You are worthy."

"Good job."

"..."

Xiao Zhang was not used to it. He felt that the voice full of shit was more familiar, but these people were uneducated, and they couldn't even speak shit.

A bunch of scum.

Xiao Zhang didn't intend to talk to these people, he didn't want to be a policeman at all, he just wanted to be an outlaw fanatic, when he saw these people in front of him, he felt that his eyes were full of enemies.

"Get out of the way."

Ma Jun squeezed in front of Xiao Zhang with a face full of excitement, and the students around saw that it was him, and they all chose to be quiet from the bottom of their hearts.

There are fighting courses in the academy, and no one wants to practice against Ma Jun.

"You know martial arts?"

Ma Jun stared at Xiao Zhang with scorching eyes, and without waiting for Xiao Zhang to answer, he spoke on his own.

"I've heard of a kind of kung fu. After practicing it, one meal can eat a month's worth of food, and then you don't have to eat for a month. I've also heard of a state. After reaching it, one meal can eat up Lost a whole cow."

The quiet students around looked at Xiao Zhang with amazement.

Compared with the reaction of the teachers who all laughed when they heard Maoshan Daoism, this kind of reaction is actually quite normal now.

Because transcendence is too far away for most people, they don't think it exists.

But in this world with aura, martial arts has been handed down.

Ma Jun can fight because he knows martial arts.

"I have never seen this kind of kung fu in my life. I have only seen one person achieve this kind of state in my life, but I have no chance to fight."

Ma Jun's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he clasped his fists together.

"Wing Chun, Ma Jun, please advise."

Wing Chun?

Hehe... I have already started to practice, you play Wing Chun with me?

When the eyes of hundreds of people focused on Xiao Zhang, he didn't feel nervous at all. After all, he was also a person who had formed an armed team by himself.

After getting up slowly.

Xiao Zhang ignored everyone's expectations and was ready to leave.

"Let me go, thank you."

The students who stopped in front of Xiao Zhang subconsciously wanted to get out of the way.

But Ma Jun's expression became indifferent.

"Whoever makes it, whoever will fight me for him."

Everyone is still.

It looked like Xiao Zhang was surrounded by more than 200 people.

"kindness?"

Xiao Zhang turned to look at Ma Jun and laughed.

"Young man, if you don't know much, it only means that your life is too short. Now... I'll give you a chance to learn more."

Ma Jun felt that he was going to explode, and was very angry.

But opponents are easy to come by, but masters are hard to find, so they can only suppress their anger and clasp their fists again.

"Okay, then I will learn more. Wing Chun, Ma Jun, please advise."

Xiao Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful tone.

"Young man, do you have some misunderstanding? I mean... don't look for death."

(End of this chapter)