Zombie Prince, Killer Concubine - C120

Huntress A stared at Pretty Zombie, his eyes shining with stars: “Expert! “To even dare to kill the emperor’s horse, your unafraid of death is worth learning from.”

Huntress B stared at Pretty Zombie and grinned widely: “Expert, are you going to accept me as your disciple?”

Huntress C stared at Pretty Zombie and pulled at his clothes. Pretty Zombie bared his teeth at him and he was not afraid at all. Then, he pulled Pretty Zombie’s hand. “Your nails are pretty good. How much silver did you make out of this set of nails?”

Pretty Zombie stood there in a daze, his eyes rolling around. What the hell is going on?

“Brother, do you want to join us?”

“Bro, we’re a professional hunting team.”

“Humph, he’s not an expert. He can’t even join our squad. “Hey, do you know the name of our team?”

Hunter A asked complacently.

Pretty Zombie shook his head.

Hunter A raised his head with a haughty expression, “Our hunting team is known for being the Bright Moon Kingdom’s prey terminator!”

Hunter Bing patted his chest and asked, “What do you think? “Is the name of our team a high-end, high-end, high-class one?”

Pretty Zombie revealed an expression of disdain.

Pretty Zombie wanted to leave, but the hunters held him back. Pretty Zombie panicked. He wanted to use his movement technique, but his leg was hugged by Huntress B, Huntress B raised his head and stared at Pretty Zombie: “Master, please accept this disciple’s respect.”

Puff!

Pretty Zombie sent Hunter B flying with a kick.

Pretty Zombie was lost in doubt, did he look to be too amiable? Otherwise, why would even zombies start a conversation these days?

Pretty Zombie left with his little red horse.

Just as he walked a few steps, Hunter A’s piercing shout came from behind him, “Master, please wait!” May I ask if the experts are going to hunt the horses? ”

Hunting horse?

Pretty Zombie quickly turned his head and smiled at the hunter armor.

Hunter A shivered and quickly said, “I know a place with a lot of horses!”

Pretty Zombie immediately rushed to the Huntress Armour. With an anxious expression, he gestured to the Huntress Armour.

A look of pity flashed in the eyes of the Hunter. He thought to himself, ‘So, the expert was just a mute. What a pity!’

Hunter A said, “It’s at the Royal Horse Farm!”

After he had finished speaking, he pointed in a direction. “On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the river, there is a royal stable. There lives a group of blissful horses. They ate the fresh and juicy grass while drinking the sweet and delicious spring water from the Qingfeng Mountain. Their lives are full of sunshine, their lives are full of happiness… ”

Swoosh.

Pretty Zombie’s eyes lit up with joy. He did not wait for Huntress to finish speaking, and rushed towards where Huntress’s finger was.

When he saw the group of jubilant horses in the royal stable, the Pretty Zombie’s handsome face revealed a brilliant smile.

Pretty Zombie rarely killed.

This was because killing living beings would be drenched in blood, and Lin Zhaojun hated the smell of blood on his body.

Actually, Lin Zhaojun was afraid that the Pretty Zombie would cause trouble everywhere. It had to be known that zombies were not a good species to raise. It was very easy to raise a zombie by raising one. Because sucking blood was a zombie’s nature, Lin Zhaojun was very afraid that one day Pretty Zombie would not be able to resist the temptation of blood and make a grave mistake.

Therefore, when Lin Zhaojun smelled the blood, he would always reveal a look of disdain.

She told the Pretty Zombie that she hated killing and hated blood.

In order to prevent Lin Zhaojun from hating him, Pretty Zombie did not kill much. Of course, Lin Zhaojun was an exception to those small animals like rabbits, wild chickens that she caught before.

Pretty Zombie looked at the horses in the royal stable and fell into a dilemma.

Should he kill or not?

Pretty Zombie leaped up and jumped into the stable. Thus, while he was at a loss as to whether he should kill or not, he would kill without even thinking.

After passing a horse, he would stab a horse with his fingernail.

This couldn’t be blamed on the horses in the stable. They had been ridden for many years and had been living a blissful life. In the hearts of these horses, all humans were good people. Who could have predicted that the one who came to the stable today would be a beast race?

As a result, the horse farm was filled with grief.

Waves of hissing sounds caught the attention of the gatekeepers. When the gatekeepers walked into the stable, they immediately let out a shrill and angry roar: “Who the hell did this?”

When Pretty Zombie regained his senses, the place had already become a bloody slaughterhouse.

Pretty Zombie was a little afraid, he immediately cut off a few heads and planned to escape. But he heard the gatekeeper loudly asking who had done the good.

The guilt in Pretty Zombie’s heart immediately disappeared, because he understood the meaning behind those words. He was doing a good deed.

Thus, Pretty Zombie, who wanted to seek praise from the gatekeeper, appeared in front of the gatekeeper with a bunch of horses’ heads in his hands.

Ah!

When the doorkeeper saw him, he let out a scream and immediately fainted, falling unconscious on the ground.

He had not expected that this person would be so happy to see him like this. He was so happy that he even fainted. It seemed that killing these horses had really helped him a lot. In a spirit of helping others for fun, Pretty Zombie decided to make a move again, killing all of the remaining horses in the royal stable.

Then, he left in large strides, hiding his skills and reputation.

After Pretty Zombie left, the gatekeeper of the stable was awoken by the thick smell of blood. Looking at the corpses on the ground, he wailed: “Who killed a thousand men with a knife to do such a good thing? Now, all of us at the stable are going to suffer from great misfortune!”

The gatekeeper stood up and ran towards the house not far away. As he ran, he shouted, “Men! Not good! The horse-killing demon appeared in the field! ”

The gatekeeper told Bibi Ma Wen, the official responsible for raising horses.

Soon after, Bibi Ma Wen wrote a memorial to the Emperor.

When the Emperor found out about this, he flew into a rage and sent an official of the Ministry of Justice to investigate the matter.

Very quickly, the Crazed Horse Slayer became the capital’s most wanted criminal.

At this time, the Pretty Zombie was heading towards the valley proudly, putting out a bunch of horses’ heads in front of the cave. The old man inside the cave was awoken by the thick smell of blood and he quickly walked out.

When he saw the bloody pile of heads, his eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

Pretty Zombie acted as if he was begging for praise and grinned at the Old Man: “Roar ~ ~”

The old man was an expert in the dao and understood that this was a waste of writing. However, this was the language of the zombie race, and the inheritance of this type of writing came from blood. Pretty Zombie naturally understood how to waste words.

The old man wrote in his palm: “What is the matter with these horses?”

Pretty Zombie’s expression was cheerful: I’m a horse head porter, are you done with these horses? Not enough, how many more can I chop for you? I slaughtered all the horses in the royal stable.