The Demon Lords

Chapter 850 188: Removing the Thorn!

"My son bears the surname Zheng."

By rights, upon hearing this, Liang Cheng should have felt quite uncomfortable.

After all, he is a proud and ancient zombie, and for his master to be called someone's son, wouldn't that make him an unwarranted "Retired Emperor"?

But the account isn't calculated that way.

The origin of all this still traces back to that night when his master Zheng Fan, adhering to the principle that it's better to have one less hassle and that it costs nothing to pay homage in temples of Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism,

knelt before the simple offering table.

Shatuo Queshi had no heirs, and his tribe, the Shatuo tribe, had been annihilated.

The altar he set up himself was for the early commemoration of himself and the desolate desert sands that gave him life.

But because of that kowtow from his master,

his master became Shatuo Queshi's "blood sacrifice inheritor."

It is akin to the folk custom during festival times or on ancestors' death anniversaries when one goes to the grave to burn paper and offer tributes,

living people offering blood sacrifices to the deceased, and the deceased protecting the living in a peaceful and prosperous life from the netherworld;

calling it a transaction seems a bit too cold since many emotional elements are entrusted in it. One could call it a tacit social convention.

The so-called "seeking ancestorial protection" is basically this principle.

Therefore, when Shatuo Queshi said, "My son bears the surname Zheng," it was correct because Zheng Fan had kowtowed to him, the offerings during festivals were never lacking, and occasionally, Zheng Fan would bring wine and delicacies to chat with Shatuo Queshi.

Although Shatuo Queshi is now a zombie, he has indeed saved Zheng Fan several times. Zombies are indeed horrifying, but if you were to let normal people choose whether they wanted such a reliable "zombie godfather," most would probably nod eagerly wanting it.

Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment and turned back to the residence.

Just in time to see Zheng Fan coming out with a jug of wine and a plate of dried tofu.

Looking at this stance, it seems he intends to chat with Shatuo Queshi.

Considering all that has happened today, it was essentially like having a row with the demon lords, and the more this type of situation occurs, the more one feels the urge to pour out their troubles.

Liang Cheng suddenly felt that his master was somewhat pitiable, as each of the demon lords had firm and resilient spirits, having weathered numerous storms, so even though Xue Three got a beating, he can easily let go of it.

But Zheng Fan is not like that; Zheng Fan is forcibly trying to catch up with the rhythm of the demon lords while running all the way.

"Why are you back again?"

Zheng Fan asked with a smile.

Liang Cheng didn't conceal anything and directly said:

"My lord, I just advanced in level."

"Oh, congratulations."

Zheng Fan seemed to have already anticipated this result and didn't appear surprised.

The understanding between them was indeed too deep.

For example, when Xue Three overstepped this time, Zheng Fan naturally understood what his intentions were.

"My bloodline has recovered a bit more, and now I'm able to communicate with Shatuo Queshi in… in the way zombies do."

"Hmm? Can you help restore Shatuo Queshi?"

"Probably not for now, but I should be able to do something for him."

"You are a great zombie, yet you still don't understand what exactly you can do?"

Facing this question, Liang Cheng still answered with genuine sincerity:

"My lord, before becoming a zombie, I was already very strong. After turning into a zombie, I became an ancient great zombie directly, so really, I'm not quite sure what differentiates lower-level zombies and what potential capability restrictions they have."

"...…" Zheng Fan.

The truth often hurts the most.

The implication in Liang Cheng's words is pretty much that he peaked from the beginning,

much like a prodigy entering university at eleven or twelve years old,

trying to ask them about their middle school or high school life is something they truly have no idea about.

"Let's go have a look together."

"Yes, my lord."

...…

Because Lord Pingye's mansion wasn't completed yet, the basement suitable for Shatuo Queshi's coffin wasn't ready. In this temporary house, Shatuo Queshi was placed in the most secluded room in the rear courtyard.

When Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng arrived, they found Mo Wan had already brought the young lord.

The coffin lid had been blown off, and the disturbance of Shatuo Queshi's leaking aura might not have registered to Zheng Fan, the martial cultivator, yet it couldn't go unnoticed by Mo Wan, a spirit entity.

In the room,

the young lord was sitting at the edge of the coffin, very, very close to Shatuo Queshi.

What can be said,

indeed, being a child under Mo Wan's care, he fears neither ghosts nor the living;

elsewhere, nannies carrying little children would worry about them being scratched by small animals whenever they see cats or dogs. On the other hand, Mo Wan brought the child to have a close encounter with a zombie.

This is infinitely more dangerous than putting the child in a tiger's cage.

On the other hand, it can only be marveled at how hard the son of Lord Jingnan truly is.

Whereas other kids might encounter something creepy and get slightly scared, possibly catching an illness;

The young lord had grown up playing with ghosts, crawling onto coffins, and coincidentally had a great appetite, eating everything with relish.

As Zheng Fan came in, Shatuo Queshi slowly turned his head looking at Zheng Fan from inside the coffin.

He still had no expression, but you could feel him noticing you.

Shatuo Queshi had interacted with Mo Wan before because Mo Wan was Zheng Fan's "son."

Shatuo Queshi had also acted to kill invading thieves to protect the young lord because the young lord was Zheng Fan's "godson."