Seeing that he still couldn't save the town's residents, Zhao Youliang could only have Chang Jie order all the zombies to go back to their homes and lie obediently in bed.
Then, he instructed Liao Zhiyuan to use his special department status to notify the government to seal off the entire town and prevent anyone from entering.
Reason? No reason. It's a special department's job.
By the time everything was finished, it was already broad daylight.
The exhausted crowd gathered together to discuss how to save the troubled town.
In the end, Zhao Youliang was the smart one: since we can't solve the problem, let's get rid of the person who caused it.
He wasn't saying this to kill the entire town, but rather to find out who was behind it all.
"The mastermind behind it all?" Liao Zhiyuan was taken aback upon hearing this.
"Isn't it a Fiend that was taken back by the young general and tortured... and kept as a pet?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang gently shook his head: "No, it can't be!"
"Or perhaps the Earthly Fiends were simply being used by others."
"Didn't the young general say that someone disrupted the feng shui of the dragon vein, which caused all of this?"
"Also, the golden-armored corpse said something similar in the grave of the young general's father."
After listening to Zhao Youliang's analysis, Liao Zhiyuan also realized what was going on.
"Quantum Bro, you're right... This guy has the ability to invade the dragon vein, and he wants to wipe out the entire town..."
Having said all that, and considering everything that has happened before, the answer is obvious.
Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan said in unison, "That warlord surnamed Wu is a walking corpse!!"
Speaking of the backward-walking corpses, Zhao Youliang immediately asked the ghost messengers who stayed behind to help.
"Brother Ghosts, that walking corpse is really strange. Based on my observation, he must be at least stronger than a Ghost Immortal."
"Our gang can't beat it. Could you please help us out?"
The ghost messengers looked embarrassed upon hearing this: "Young Master Zhao, it's not that we're unwilling to help, but even if we all came together, we couldn't defeat the ghost immortal."
“That’s an immortal… We brothers are just ordinary ghost soldiers, usually only responsible for guiding the most ordinary souls.”
"To be honest, even for those with slightly stronger Dao Souls, the higher-ups won't send us here, for fear of messing things up."
"I see..." Just as Zhao Youliang was feeling helpless, a familiar voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"Oh dear, I've only been gone a few days, how come there's already a corpse calamity in the town?"
"Fortunately, we invited Zhang's nephew here. It seems that fate has its own plan."
The owner of the voice was none other than Manager Liu, whom they hadn't seen in a long time—the paper-crafting master who helped Zhao Youliang go out to find strong reinforcements.
A disheveled but stubborn-looking middle-aged man was accompanying Manager Liu.
The middle-aged man dressed in a very unconventional way—he didn't wear his clothes properly, just buttoned up the top button and hung it on his back.
From a distance, it looks like a cloak.
Just like how kids dressed when they were little and pretended to be heroes.
Moreover, the middle-aged man was clearly very frugal; although there were no patches on his clothes and shoes, they were all washed until they were almost white.
......
"Uncle Liu, you're finally back!!"
At this moment, Zhao Youliang was like a child who had been bullied a lot and finally waited for his parents to come home from get off work, so he immediately went to greet them.
At the same time, Liao Zhiyuan and others also came to greet them.
Looking at Zhao Youliang, who had matured considerably, Manager Liu was filled with satisfaction.
"You're not bad, Quantum!"
"Not only has his cultivation improved, but he has also become more composed."
"Come, let me introduce you: This man next to me is the red-clad old master of the corpse-driving lineage, which is equivalent to the 'leader' of the martial arts alliance in novels."
"His name is Zhang Chao, and he is of the same generation as Zhao Fei and Liao Zhiyuan's father."
"Oh, by the way, Chang Jie's corpse-driving technique was taught to him by Zhang Chao's ancestors."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang dared not be negligent and quickly bowed politely.
Liao Zhiyuan, who knew Zhang Chao's "background," kept calling him "Uncle" repeatedly.
Chang Jie, as always, flew over listlessly, lit a cheap cigarette, and shoved it into the mouth of the middle-aged man, Zhang Chao.
"Brother Chao, try this. It's powerful, one stick is as good as three cigarettes."
Zhang Chao, a middle-aged man, was not polite and showed a genuine smile.
After taking a puff, he nodded repeatedly in satisfaction: "Mmm, this is good, it's powerful!"
"I'll smoke this from now on; it'll save me a lot of cigarettes."
As he spoke, his smile deepened, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
Chang Jie was extremely envious of Zhao Youliang's good teeth, because Zhao Youliang always "scared" him, saying that smoking too much would not only turn his teeth black, but also cause them to fall out.
"Brother Chao, what toothpaste do you use? How come your teeth are still so white even though you smoke five or six packs of cigarettes a day?"
“Tell me about it, and I’ll have Quantum buy it for me too.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chao, a middle-aged man, blushed deeply. He didn't offer much explanation but instead put his hand in his mouth and started "fussing" around.
Then...then she took out her teeth, and it turned out she had a mouthful of dentures...
"Cough cough, I smoked too much, and I lost half of my teeth last year."
"I found the remaining half too troublesome, so I simply knocked it all out myself and replaced it with dentures."
"It's alright, it works quite well... No need to brush it, just soak it in '84 solution' every day and then put it in your mouth and it will whiten."
Chang Jie was speechless for a while after hearing this: his little mouth couldn't withstand the test of "84 disinfectant".
After a simple "oh," it landed on Zhao Youliang's big head with a "plop" and stopped talking.
Of course, the cigarette ash that was flicked off still stung Zhao Youliang so much that his eyes watered.
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