For his descendants, Song Heqing thought of an interesting way.
He raised his hand and cast a spell...
After Zhao Feixin fell to the ground, she turned around and left, turning into black smoke and disappearing around the corner.
Half an hour later, the news that the eldest son of the Zhao family had turned into a vegetative state quickly spread throughout the wealthy circles.
The cause was that a guest got drunk and lost his way, and found the statue-like bodyguard in the corridor and Mr. Zhao who was unconscious on the ground.
Even the private doctor couldn't determine what was going on and sent him to the best hospital overnight.
The result was that all the physical signs of Young Master Zhao were functioning normally, but he just couldn't wake up.
After various methods, all to no avail.
After a brain scan, it was discovered that his brain was in a standby state, and other than basic physiological functions, he could not even think.
Finally, the doctor reluctantly announced that he had become a vegetable.
Father Zhao almost fainted on the spot. His son, whom he had cultivated for eighteen years, was now in a vegetative state. What would happen to the family property...
Mrs. Zhao was crying even more.
For this wife, who had no fingers in the spring water, she had held her son only a handful of times. What was on her mind now was not her son's safety, but her own status.
The biggest reliance is gone. What if the vixen from outside breaks into the house?
In response to his wife's crying, Father Zhao only felt a headache. The pent-up anger suddenly came to Tianling Gai and shouted:
"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. You don't act like a mother. If you spend the time you usually go out and play around to spend time with your child, your son won't be like this..."
"Can you blame me? Hello, I sleep with those mistresses, mistresses, and Xiaomi every day. It's you who lead my son bad."
Suddenly, two people in their forties or fifties started arguing in the room.
The nurse next to me wanted to stop him but didn't dare.
There was a lot of excitement here, but on the other side, Song Heqing had brought Zhao Feixin's soul to the suburbs.
His consciousness swept over and stopped beside a smelly ditch.
Lifting up his slender fingers, the water bubbled as if it had been boiled by fire.
A huge stench floated in the air, as if a cesspit had exploded.
A pitch-black skeleton emerged from the stinky water.
After retrieval, it was found that this was a homeless man who accidentally drowned. His body lay at the bottom of a stinky ditch for many years, and no one knew about it.
After being soaked in sludge for many years, the bones are black.
Song Heqing brought him ashore and muttered something.
Soon, a shocking scene appeared:
The bones actually gradually turned white, and muscles began to grow on them. Then comes the skin, and finally the hair.
It turned out to be the same as before.
A short, thin, eighteen-year-old man with dark skin.
Song Heqing stuffed his soul into it.
The body moved, but the core was changed. Zhao Feixin opened his eyes, quickly got up, and pinched his nose:
"Ugh, it stinks."
When he saw Song Heqing, he was so frightened that he often backed away. As a result, he slipped and fell into the smelly ditch.
"Nonsence……"
"Hey~"
Looking at Zhao Feixin who had turned into a "black monkey", Song Heqing smiled half-heartedly:
"Come up quickly. I don't know how dirty it is inside. There may be excrement in it."
Zhao Feixin climbed up using her hands and feet.
Only then did he notice that he was naked from head to toe, not even wearing a fig leaf.
in addition……
"This is not my body! My skin is not that dark. Also, I am 1.85 meters tall and my six-pack abs are gone."
Zhao Feixin looked at Song Heqing in fear:
"What exactly did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything, just let the young master experience life."
Zhao Feixin:
"Life, what kind of life do you experience?"
"If you can change your bad-tempered life, let's go!"
"Where are you going? I'm still naked!"
Seeing that he stayed where he was, he didn't intend to move.
Song Heqing went his own way:
"If you don't come, you're just fooling around. If something comes looking for you, don't blame me for not warning you."
Looking back, I saw that this stubborn guy actually didn't move, and even sat down on the ground with his bare buttocks on.
A "what can you do to me" attitude.
Song Heqing was not surprised. He raised his hand and fanned in front of his nose with a thoughtful expression:
"It stinks."
Into the darkness.
Zhao Feixin raised his hand:
"Hey, you really want to leave!"
There was no response, so he grabbed a handful of grass and threw it forward:
"Depend on!"
Just then the breeze blew by, taking away the heat from his body.
Shivered.
"It stinks. Did he really abandon me like this? Is there a place like this near the capital?"
Zhao Feixin stood up and stepped on the ground with her bare feet, which made the stones feel uncomfortable.
He missed his designer sneakers and his size 45 feet.
My current body is skinny and has no capital at all.
"Damn it, don't let me have a chance to turn over, otherwise..."
He was speaking harshly when suddenly there was movement from behind.
"Ho ho ho..."
It's like someone has a mouthful of old phlegm.
He quickly looked back.
Waiting to see clearly, I am heartbroken.
I saw a black figure under a tree not far away.
What's horrifying is that his feet are more than one meter above the ground.
From a distance, it looks like he hanged himself.
But there is no rope on the tree...
No matter what kind of speculation, it is not a good thing.
Zhao Feixin swallowed and began to walk backwards.
Then he saw the black shadow flying directly towards him.
"ah!"
Zhao Feixin screamed, and one hundred and eight ways to die appeared in his mind.
At this time, he didn't care whether his feet were hurt or not and ran away.
As he ran, he kept talking:
"What the hell, what the hell! Help!"
When he endured the pain in the soles of his feet and ran about twenty meters, he turned around again and saw that the thing was already in front of him.
Relying on the street lights on the nearby road, I finally saw what it was...
It's hard to describe. The face of this humanoid monster is like a ball of dried bacon, black in color.
The most eye-catching thing is its pair of large fangs.
Zhao Feixin remembered what it was: "Zombie!"
In his haste, he crouched down and continued running in the direction the zombie was coming while it was unable to stop.
The zombie seemed a little angry, let out a sigh of relief, turned around and continued to chase him.
Within three seconds, Zhao Feixin was caught up again.
Just when the zombies were about to catch him, a folding fan spun out from the darkness, stopping the zombies from moving.
After the folding fan completed its mission, it flew back to Song Heqing's hands like a boomerang.
He was standing not far away, looking at this place.
That leisurely posture made Zhao Feixin very dissatisfied and shouted:
"You idiot, you are still standing there watching the show, why don't you come and save me quickly!"
"Snapped".
Song Heqing frowned, put away his fan, and put his hands behind his back.
"You kid, you really can't tell the difference between the big king and the big king..."
Seeing that he was about to sit back and watch, Zhao Feixin became anxious and even slapped herself on the mouth:
"It was my fault. I'm a bitch. You don't remember the faults of villains. Come and save me!"
The zombies on the side were still looking at the two of them.
The little eyes are rolling.
Apparently no small amount of wisdom has been born.
"Brother, eldest brother... Ancestor, come and save me!"
Facing the begging, Song Heqing remained motionless.
Realizing that he wasn't here to help, the zombie just sucked in the air, but nothing came out.
His little eyes were full of doubts.
Zhao Feixin didn't understand what was going on.
Song Heqing not far away:
"I've put a curse on this body, so it won't work to suck blood from a distance."
Zhao Feixin felt happy and asked weakly:
"Then...what if it's not separated by air?"
Song Heqing shook his head, looking helpless:
"Hard to say."
The zombie understood the meaning and rushed forward, grabbing Zhao Feixin's arms.
The long nails dug into the flesh, and blood came out.
"ah!"
Zhao Feixin screamed.
What greeted him was a pair of sharp fangs.