, Bronx, New York.
After the defense of the Isle of Man was basically stabilized, Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida led the first company to conduct a wave of exploratory reconnaissance in Brooklyn and the Bronx.
Through the aucmascope array on the Rectification, Fu Qinghai observed that battles were still breaking out throughout the entire New York city area. It was obvious that the wave of zombie tidal wave raised by the perfect humans had also affected other players, and everyone was forced to take up arms to resist.
This is actually a good thing. The reincarnations used to be hiding in society without showing their true colors. Now the zombie army is like a swarm of locusts, and all players are forced to show up to protect themselves. Those who are incompetent have turned into zombies, and those who are capable are still resisting.
A large number of reincarnations were blown out at once.
Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida walked along the street, and a tactical team of Iron Pagoda Terminators served as their personal guards. It was broad daylight, but the surroundings were desolate and dead silent. The streets were full of abandoned cars and broken bodies lying in all directions. The smell of burnt plastic and the stench of blood mixed together, and the smell was very touching.
All the shops on the roadside were open, empty, and the goods were still intact but no one was interested in them. There were only broken glass windows and bodies lying on the broken glass. The C virus, like the G virus, can give the dead the ability to regenerate. There weren't many bodies along the way, many of them were people whose bodies were severely damaged and could not become zombies.
"Someone is killing zombies."
Qiao Shida turned a corpse over and said,
"It's not one of ours."
"Normal, there are many reincarnations."
Fu Qinghai said casually.
Then he said in the communication channel:
"Kara, where are you?"
"I'm in Prospect Park, Aoyama."
The voice of the night elf sounded:
"My familiar and I are here."
"A pet?"
"Yes, Anhuluk. Have you forgotten the Titan you helped me capture? It has been hiding in Prospect Park. Olivia and I are hunting zombies here."
Oh... Fu Qinghai remembered.
Anhuruk, the alien plant titan.
To be honest, Fu Qinghai really didn't take it seriously, because the flaw of "fear of fire" was too fatal. In the reincarnation world, who would not know how to attack with fire, whether it was magic or science fiction?
Of course, if it happened to encounter someone who didn't have fire means or whose fire power was not enough to threaten the Titan beast, Anhuruk was still very strong. In a duel, it beat Behemoth, who was also a Titan beast.
The point is, can New York's Prospect Park really hide such a big tree? It's a bit abrupt, right?
"Okay, let's meet up here."
Fu Qinghai said to Kravis.
"keep going."
Fu Qinghai ordered.
The group continued to move deeper into the Bronx.
Then they started to encounter zombies one after another.
Neither Fu Qinghai nor Qiao Shida made any move. All zombies, regardless of size or species, were easily killed by the Iron Pagoda Terminator before they could get close to them. They could not get within three meters.
Above a narrow alley, a corpse demon was hanging diagonally on the wall with its locust legs. A row of pitch-black insect compound eyes grew on its human face, staring straight at the people below.
People continued walking seemingly unaware.
The locust corpse demon tilted his head and thought for a moment.
Then he suddenly kicked his legs and pounced down.
The Iron Pagoda Terminator holding the power lance did not even raise his head, but quietly activated the disintegration force field, waiting for the stupid zombie to seek death. The zombie fell at high speed with the help of its own gravity and reaction force. At this moment, a whistling sound came from the side, and a sword light passed through from the side, and a white light flashed!
"Shua!"
The corpse demon instantly split into two halves.
"Snap!" "Snap!"
There were two dull thuds of feet landing on the ground.
Fu Qinghai looked down at the smooth cross-section of the corpse.
"Be careful, they will revive and mutate again!"
A warning sounded overhead.
Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked.
A black-haired young man leaped down from a dozen floors, then landed steadily and stood in front of Fu Qinghai and others. The black-haired young man had a very young Chinese face, with a very middle-aged ponytail, two long bangs, and a T-shirt, jacket, sweatpants and basketball shoes. There were four big words printed in the middle of the T-shirt - "China Li Ning", and the other clothes seemed to be the same brand.
There is only one special thing.
He had five long swords on his back.
Chinese long sword.
"Are you guys here to hunt zombies too?"
The black-haired young man asked curiously.
Hmm? Also? Here? To hunt zombies?
Fu Qinghai analyzed at least two pieces of information from his words: First, some reincarnations can overcome the virus infection and have the ability or confidence to kill zombies; second, they can leave New York but deliberately stay there, or they come from other places specifically to hunt zombies and earn assimilation points. There are quite a few such reincarnations.
The black-haired young man didn't know that his casual question had revealed so much information. Perhaps he knew but didn't care. This young man had a sense of confidence and fearlessness. He looked up at the silent armored giants in front of him. The atmosphere was a little stiff and awkward for a while, until the armored giant in the middle made a low and distorted voice:
"Yes."
A simple word.
The black-haired young man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this:
"So you can talk. I thought you were all robots, motionless and silent."
The black-haired young man stretched out a hand:
"Since we are all here to hunt zombies, we can barely be considered fellow travelers. Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Ming, and I come from the Chinese Paladin universe. You may not have heard of this reincarnation world. By the way, I am affiliated with Awakening Lion."
"Awakening Lion?"
The giant in black and gold armor spoke in surprise.
Then he took off his helmet and stretched out his big hand:
"Qingshan, from the Warhammer 40K universe."
"Haha, you also know about the lion dance, right?"
The young man named "Liu Ming" was laughing and preparing to shake hands, but suddenly his face froze and he said,
"Qingshan? Are you that Qingshan?"
"Which Aoyama?"
Fu Qinghai asked calmly.
I wonder if there are other green mountains in the world of reincarnation?
"Uh uh, what I mean is..."
When Liu Ming saw Fu Qinghai's face, he was indeed the same as in the legend, a handsome and young Chinese face. He confirmed that it was the "Qingshan" and hesitated for a moment:
"Our Boss Yang often mentions you."
"Oh? Yang Hengyao?"
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows and asked.
Although Fu Qinghai had never seen Yang Hengyao, he had heard of the great name of "Sword Immortal". He was the leader of the lion dance, the largest Chinese community in the reincarnation world, and the only reincarnation who could be called a "cultivator". It was said that cultivating the true self required more talent than learning magic, and only Yang Hengyao could master such a huge lion dance.
Fu Qinghai recalled: The Lion Dance had sent someone to recruit him before. The elder on the other side spoke in a very polite and friendly tone, but ultimately did not agree.
Chen Xinxue knew Yang Hengyao. It was said that Chen Xinxue and Chen Xinlu had joined the lion dance for a while, but later withdrew for some personal reasons. Chen Xinxue did not elaborate on the reason. Fu Qinghai guessed that based on his understanding of the two sisters, it was probably because Chen Xinlu was too pretentious. Chen Xinlu had a somewhat extreme personality and was really willing to commit suicide.
Fu Qinghai recalled Chen Xinxue's original words:
"Old Yang is a nice guy, very loyal. His only shortcoming is... he's too pretentious."
Fu Qinghai joked at the time:
"There are people in the world who love to show off more than me. Now that you mention it, I would like to meet them."
"You'll know once you see it."
Chen Xinxue smiled and said so.
"So, you can speak Chinese, right?"
Liu Ming immediately reacted and asked.
"certainly."
Fu Qinghai nodded.
"Our boss often praised you in front of us, saying how great you are..."
Liu Ming switched to Chinese and looked Fu Qinghai up and down while speaking with a curious look on his face.
I want to see why this person is praised by the boss.
"Oh...you're so kind. Thank him for me."
Fu Qinghai said politely.
"It just so happens that our boss is here this time too. They are in Chinatown in Queens."
Liu Ming suggested:
"Do you want to go and take a look?"
Even the leader of the lion dance team came here?
Fu Qinghai was a little surprised when he heard this.
"Okay, please lead the way."
Fu Qinghai agreed immediately.
Fu Qinghai had previously gone to the Marvel (Earth-616) universe simply to get work done, and the camp option he chose was "Do not choose a camp". He could not gain assimilation points from any behavior that involved participating in the plot, so he was not interested in these social interactions. But now that he has decided to participate deeply in the plot and decide to play cards, it is reasonable for him to meet the other players in the game and see what their attitudes are.
Although I don't know what the big plot event is yet.
But it seems that...
There are actually quite a few players at this card table!
I don't know how many chips are in the pool.
Fu Qinghai was thinking.
"Hoho…Roar!"
Just then, the roar sounded again.
A giant Augur popped its head out from the corner of the street.
Several Iron Pagoda Terminators were about to take action.
Liu Ming suddenly made a sword gesture with one hand, and three of the five long swords behind him automatically flew out. The three long swords were shining brightly, and suddenly flew towards the Augu Giant automatically. They nimbly avoided the zombie giant's big hand and stabbed at the giant's eye sockets, instantly turning the Augu Giant's head into a colander. The three long swords flew around the Augu Giant up and down, cutting left and right, just like cutting potatoes into shreds, and soon the zombie giant was reduced to only a skeleton, and finally fell to the ground with a "thump".
The long sword swung away the remaining blood in mid-air.
Then it automatically returns to the sheath.
"How about the sword-controlling technique? Is it cool?"
Liu Ming asked with a smug look on his face.
"Handsome."
Fu Qinghai nodded in acknowledgement.
Qingshan Khan felt very uncomfortable after being shown off in front of others. He thought to himself, what's so great about sword-wielding? My teacher can also fly a sword with the Force, and I didn't even tell you.
"Let's go to the place you mentioned."
Fu Qinghai said to Liu Ming.
…
Elmhurst, Queens, New York.
This is the second largest Chinatown in New York.
The largest one is New York's Chinatown, which is located in Manhattan.
At this time, in a Chinese restaurant called Wenhualou.
In the private room on the top floor, a group of men and women sat around a round table.
They are the reincarnations from the Lion Dance Society.
To be honest, Yang Hengyao was indeed particular. The whole of New York had become a zombie paradise, and every restaurant was empty. There were no waiters and no chefs. If it were anyone else, they would have just made do with some dry food during the war, but he was not like that. He felt that a club meeting had to look like a club meeting and had to be held in a restaurant box.
The low-level members of the Lion Dance quickly cleaned the box and the kitchen, and managed to prepare a delicious Chinese banquet with wine during this special period for a group of high-level players in the club, including Yang Hengyao, to eat and chat.
"We just entered the city a while ago, it seems a bit late." Yang Hengyao took a sip of the wine glass and said, "I heard that the perfect humans created a chaos zombie and spread a powerful virus everywhere, but it was killed by a four-armed mechanical giant not long after."
"Yes."
A skinny middle-aged man said,
"Later, the mechanical giant went to the Isle of Man."
"It seems that there are indeed quite a few players coming this time."
Yang Hengyao smiled and said,
"They are all aiming at this universe."
"Come on, come on, eat first."
Yang Hengyao waved his hand to signal his men to start eating.
A bottle of Feitian Moutai was finished in one round.
Yang Hengyao did not bother his younger brother but casually made a move. Sword marks appeared on the beautifully packaged box placed beside the wine table and then it automatically broke into several pieces, revealing the intact bottle of liquor inside. He took the liquor with one hand and poured it into the wine dispenser. Yang Hengyao sighed and said calmly:
"Being in this Marvel comic universe, I can clearly feel that my strength has been suppressed by at least 20 to 30% by the rules of the world. However, this is already the peak state of my strength outside of the two immortal universes."
"Although my strength is mediocre, I have heard that some immortals focus on integrating themselves with the world. If they change the world, their strength will naturally be greatly reduced. But I have also heard that some immortals focus on forming their own world within their bodies. I think that one day in the future, as long as you cultivate to that level, you may not have to worry about the suppression of any rules in the reincarnation world."
The skinny middle-aged man said comfortingly.
"It's still early."
Yang Hengyao shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Everyone ate, drank and chatted again.
After three rounds of drinking, although no one present showed any signs of being tipsy, the skinny middle-aged man saw that they had almost finished drinking and the atmosphere was right, so he said,
"Boss, I have a nephew who has also entered the reincarnation world. That kid has a good aptitude and comprehension, and has made some progress in practicing martial arts. The key is that he is progressing very fast."
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Hengyao:
"How about I introduce you to the boss?"
"Okay, the new member of our club?"
Yang Hengyao immediately expressed interest.
The middle-aged man called in a young man.
The young man bowed respectfully and greeted him. Yang Hengyao asked what school of martial arts he practiced, and then gave him a few words of encouragement, promising that when he had mastered his practice, he would give him a secret book on cultivating immortals, and that he could try cultivating immortals after practicing martial arts.
The young man found an empty seat and sat down.
Then everyone continued to eat, drink and chat.
Practicing martial arts is just like learning magic. It depends on talent. If you don't have talent, you don't have it. That's why the Lion Dance, Zero Realm Guild, and the Fifth Dimension are all the top five societies in the reincarnation world, but their total number of members is not that large - at least not as large as the low-level and middle-level members of perfect humans. It's because "talent" limits most reincarnations. The reincarnation world is different from online games. In online games, if you want to practice a mage, you can practice. If you want to learn any martial arts school, you can learn. It's just a matter of choice for the player. In the reincarnation world, many people have washed three reincarnation lives, but they haven't washed out a life to be a mage.
If you want to be a wizard, then be a wizard?
Can you practice cultivation if you want to?
You've played too many games.
"Speaking of which, the technology stream is really good."
Yang Hengyao suddenly said:
"I won't be suppressed by the worldview. It's just that there doesn't seem to be a particularly strong technological reincarnation in the entire reincarnation world...Except Qingshan, that guy is still quite powerful, and the Order-Maintaining Alliance has a very good opinion of him."
"I've been in contact with Aoyama."
The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks and said:
"He is very good and meets the requirements of our club in many aspects, but he doesn't really want to join the lion dance."
"What a pity."
Yang Hengyao sighed casually.
Then he continued to pour wine for his men.
"I know that Qingshan, too."
The young man suddenly interrupted.
"Oh, you know him too?"
Yang Hengyao asked with interest.
"Boss, I know the Warhammer 40K universe very well. Don't waste your time on it. Qingshan is no good at all. He is a complete traitor and has no right to join the Lion Dance!"
The young man said something shocking.
Everyone present looked up at him.
They all knew that the boss was very optimistic about Qingshan.
"Oh, tell me more about it?"
Yang Hengyao said in surprise.
"Warhammer 40K is a tabletop game made by a Ying country company. As a Chinese, he chose to choose a game made by a foreign company when there are so many martial arts and fairy universes to choose from in the reincarnation world. What kind of a traitor is he? Moreover, he even joined the White Scars Legion, which is a force modeled after the Mongols. A Han Chinese joining a foreign race shows that he has no regard for us, the descendants of Yan and Huang, the descendants of the dragon. He is a complete traitor."
The young man said a lot of blah blah.
Yang Hengyao fell silent after hearing this.
The middle-aged man looked a little anxious.
I want my nephew to stop talking.
However, the young man was unaware:
"Anyway, his behavior is to flatter foreign countries all the time. To sum it up simply, it can be summed up in four words..."
The young man finally uttered the classic words:
"The butt is crooked!"
"boom--"
Yang Hengyao lowered his head and raised one hand.
A surging invisible sword energy suddenly burst out, and the place where the young man was sitting, along with the seat, the corner of the table, the wall behind him and the floor under his feet, all disappeared in an instant. The entire restaurant suddenly had a hole in it, and the top-floor box became an open-air box.
The young man flew off to somewhere unknown.
"Lao Song, your nephew..."
Yang Hengyao ate his food and whispered:
"Although his martial arts aptitude is good, it is still a little immature. In the future, young people like him should gain more experience and polish themselves before recommending them to me."
"Boss, actually, he is... an adult."
The skinny middle-aged man let go of Ji and said helplessly.
"I'm not talking about age."
Yang Hengyao raised his hand and nodded his head:
"I mean... the brain."
...
(End of this chapter)