Chapter 244 Little Zombie's Black Moonlight Taoist Priest 42

Yue Minglei frowned, "You still want to make money even though you're in this state. Do you value money over your life?"

Shen Xinran glared at Yue Minglei and said unhappily, "None of your business." If it weren't for your curse, she wouldn't be so unlucky that she couldn't even pay the rent for next month!

After Shen Xinran finished speaking, she put her hand on the door handle, but she felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Before she fainted, she didn't forget to call Ma Mengqi and said weakly: "Uncle Qian introduced us to a big order. You go to him and take a look. Don't let this big order slip away."

Ma Mengqi felt something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Xinran's voice became weaker and weaker, "I feel a little dizzy——" It might take a while.

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Xinran completely fainted and his phone fell to the ground.

This made Ma Mengqi on the other end of the phone extremely anxious, and she shouted desperately: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Can you still hear me..."

Yue Minglei picked up the phone and said in a deep voice, "She fainted. I'll take her to the hospital later. You go to Uncle Qian first."

After Yue Minglei hung up the phone, he picked up Shen Xinran and walked out. He remembered that there seemed to be a hospital nearby.

But when he finally arrived at the hospital, Yue Minglei felt lost. The crowds of people and the endless stream of patients made him feel a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before, as if he didn't fit in with this world.

Finally, Cheng Zicheng, who was with him, reminded him, "Brother Yue, register first, then pay."

Yue Minglei was stunned for a moment, then, once he came to his senses, he mechanically followed Cheng Zicheng's instructions, moving forward in silence. Having been away from this world for over three hundred years, he felt like a waste.

When the examining doctor saw Yue Minglei, his pupils suddenly shrank, but he quickly regained his composure.

Yue Minglei's attention was always on Shen Xinran, and for a moment he didn't notice anything wrong with the hospital.

The doctor's words were concise and powerful: "The fainting is caused by excessive blood loss. First, hang a bottle of glucose."

After hearing the words "excessive blood loss," Yue Minglei subconsciously looked at Shen Xinran's arm. It was wrapped in circles of white bandages, but Yue Minglei knew there were two wounds inside. So, he was the culprit who caused her to faint?

Yue Minglei carefully placed Shen Xinran on the bed in the ward. The nurse's movements were skillful and quick. After hanging up the IV drip, she left quietly, leaving only Yue Minglei and Cheng Zicheng in the quiet ward.

Yue Minglei stared at Shen Xinran lying on the bed for a long moment, her calmness and serenity forming a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart. Suddenly, his lips parted slightly, "How did she die before?"

Cheng Zicheng replied nonchalantly: "Suicide!"

Yue Minglei's eyes widened instantly, shock and disbelief intertwined in his eyes, "You said she committed suicide?"

Cheng Zicheng nodded, "Yes, she sealed you away, and then committed suicide after returning. Brother Mao said she died for you."

Yue Minglei stood there in a daze, so... she was not completely without feelings for him.

Cheng Zicheng's voice sounded again, with a hint of doubt: "Don't you know? I thought you knew!"

Yue Minglei's heart sank into the abyss, regret and guilt intertwined into an invisible net, binding him tightly. He had cursed her so viciously, how had she managed to survive all these years?

Yue Minglei stood up, left the hospital, and wandered the streets alone. His heart felt torn apart. The unknown truths were like a sharp knife, slicing through all his defenses.

The streets were deserted at 11 o'clock in the evening, except for a place with flashing neon lights. The sign at the door was particularly dazzling in the night, and the sound of music and people's laughter could be heard from inside.

A man walked out of the bar with his arm around a woman's shoulders. Their figures looked particularly ambiguous in the dim alley. The two walked into an alley.

The woman clenched her fist and gently hit the man's chest. "What the hell did you bring me to this place for?"

"Of course, do what makes you happy!" the man said as he moved closer to the woman's neck.

The darkness concealed the man's fangs, but just as he was about to bite, a big hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Having missed the chance to suck blood, the man turned around and glared fiercely at the owner of the big hand, "Do you know who I am?"

The owner of this hand was Yue Minglei. He punched the man in the stomach. The man was knocked away and his back hit the wall heavily, and he slid to the ground.

The woman turned pale with fright, but seeing that Yue Minglei had no intention of hurting her, she wrapped her clothes tightly and trotted away.

The powerful aura emanating from Yue Minglei filled the man with an unprecedented fear. This fear, stemming from an instinctive fear of zombie spirits, was a tremor deep within his soul.

He retreated, his voice trembling as he said, "I'm telling you, I'm a second-generation zombie gifted by the Zombie King himself! Get out of here now if you know what's best for you!"

Yue Minglei said nothing, he just moved closer to the man. He placed his hand on the man's head, and all the events of the past three hundred years flooded into Yue Minglei's mind like a tide.

It turns out that after Chonggu's death, Yue Peiyuan proclaimed himself the Zombie King and formed his own zombie army. After three hundred years, his zombie army has evolved into the Zombie Association.

Yue Minglei curled the corners of his lips and sneered.

After he left the alley, a dried corpse appeared at the deepest part of the alley. As the wind blew, the dried corpse gradually disintegrated and turned into a cloud of dust, which was blown away by the wind.

Cheng Zicheng on this side felt Yue Minglei's dejection. He was afraid that something might happen to Yue Minglei, so he kept wandering back and forth between the ward and the hospital entrance.

When Yue Minglei finally appeared at the hospital entrance, Cheng Zicheng immediately ran over with a warm smile on his face, "Brother Yue, you're back!"

As Cheng Zicheng spoke, he stuffed a bag of blood into Yue Minglei's hand and said in a low voice, "Drinking some blood will make you feel better. I stole this from the blood bank. It's almost expired, but it's still drinkable."

The liquid in the blood bag flickered strangely under the dim light, but Yue Minglei's face showed no expression.

Cheng Zicheng looked at Yue Minglei with an apologetic look on his face. "Actually, there's a zombie association where the zombies can drink fresh blood every day, but they pay attention to their bloodline. I went there once and was kicked out."

Yue Minglei frowned slightly, took out a token from his pocket and threw it into Cheng Zicheng's arms.

When Cheng Zicheng saw the token, his eyes lit up instantly and he asked excitedly, "Where did you get it?"

Yue Minglei's voice remained calm, as if this was just a trivial matter: "I picked it up."

Cheng Zicheng didn't think much of it. He held the token and smiled brightly, "With this token, I can go to the Zombie Association to get blood every day. That way, we can drink fresh blood every day!"