The next morning, He Xiu got up early in the morning without sleeping all night, and then Ma Dingdang and Tang Jinbao took to put on makeup and do hair. He Xiu refused, so he had to let them do it.

He Xiu has a good foundation. She was originally a village flower in Hongxi Village. Although she is now a middle-aged woman, she looks older than Madonna because of her years of hard work.

But after putting on makeup, doing hair, and wearing fashionable clothes Ma Dingdang bought for Madonna over the years, it looks quite charming.

He Xiu's hairstyle was personally handed down by Yang Yifei, and it was trimmed into a modified Sassoon-like head. With He Xiu's standard oval face, she instantly felt like she was a teenager and beautiful.

In fact, Yang Yifei was completely styling He Xiu according to his impression of the image of the red tide among the five-color messengers under Nuwa, because he felt that the red tide style made He Xiu's face look peak.

Looking at He Xiu's subversive change in the mirror, Tang Jinbao and Ma Dingdang were amazed, and their eyes looked at Yang Yifei were filled with admiration.

Madonna exclaimed: "I really didn't see that, A Fei, you have this trick. When will you do it for your aunt?"

The scissors in Yang Yifei's hand rotated like flying, and the "crack" sound was heard, endlessly.

Hearing Madonna's words, Yang Yifei kept looking at her and smiled: "Auntie's face is the most suitable for long hair. If you want to become beautiful, keep your hair long first!"

"Even if you tie two big braids like you did when you were young, it will look better than the short hair you are now."

Madonna smiled with a pursed lips and said, "It's too troublesome to take care of long hair. I'm already the age of being a grandmother. In another ten years, I won't be able to see this face. What kind of long hair will I have?"

A Xiu, who had been closing his eyes, looked moved when he heard this, and said quietly: "Yes! I am already old, but Guohua still looked like he was more than thirty years ago, I..."

"Hey..." She was interrupted by Yang Yifei before she finished speaking, "You guys, don't worry about it. I'm recently developing a elixir that can restore youth. Once it succeeds, I won't let you go back to Girls' Generation, but it's okay to be younger than 10 or 20 years old."

A group of women exclaimed in unison: “Really?”

Yang Yifei said with a funny look: "What are you doing to lie to you? You don't have money to make money."

Tang Jinbao said thoughtfully: "If this kind of spiritual medicine can really succeed, then you will really make money. Even if it is diluted and does not have such strong efficacy, as long as it can make people look a few years younger, it will definitely be popular all over the world."

"You know, women in their forties and women in their thirties are two concepts. There are definitely many women who are willing to pay for this kind of magic medicine."

Yang Yifei looked at Tang Jinbao speechlessly. Why did he feel that this woman who said in the original drama "Marriage does not necessarily require money" tends to transform into a wealth fanatic?

Could it be that Ma Xiaoling's greedy personality is not only due to the influence of Maoyou, but also has genetic factors?

"You're thinking too much, not to mention that we don't need to make money by relying on this, just say that the raw materials of those spiritual medicines are rare things and cannot be produced by energy at all."

"It's good to be able to refine some for your own people. Are you planning to make money? Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more obsessed with money?"

Ma Dingdang smiled and said, "My sister-in-law is not a fan of money, she just enjoys the fun of making money. The key is the process, but the result doesn't matter."

Tang Jinbao held Ma Dingdang's shoulder and slapped her, "Good sister, it's so you understand me."

Yang Yifei shook his head with a chuckle, cut the last strand of hair, Yang Yifei waved his hand, and all the falling broken hair left He Xiu's body, and gathered into a ball and fell into the trash can.

"Okay, Aunt Xiu, open your eyes and see, how do you feel?"

He Xiu opened his eyes, looked at the very changed self in the mirror, raised his hand in disbelief and gently stroked his cheeks, and his smile couldn't help but burst out, "So I can..."

She was embarrassed to say the rest of the words, and Ma Dingdang smiled and said, "It can be that beautiful, right? Haha, in fact, Aunt Xiu is very beautiful, but you just couldn't dress up before."

After Yang Yifei's dressage, He Xiu completely transformed from a village girl to an urban fashionable beauty. Although He Xiu was born in the countryside, she has a gentle and graceful temperament and has no rustic nature.

What she lacks now is just a little bit of confidence, which takes time. When she gets used to her current life, that kind of confidence can be slowly cultivated.

When Yang Yifei helped He Xiu untied the siege, He Yingqiu walked in and looked at He Xiu and said, "A Xiu, they are here."

He Xiu trembled gently, and his heart suddenly felt a little inexplicably panic. She had been waiting for him for so many years, but now she finally waited, but she felt a sense of helplessness that she didn't know how to face him.

Seeing this, Yang Yifei sighed inwardly and said, "Let's go, Aunt Show, you have been waiting for so many years, aren't you just waiting for today?"

Madonna silently stepped forward to support He Xiu's shoulder and nodded slightly to her. He Xiu seemed to have a pillar, took a deep breath, and walked out of the dressing room surrounded by a group of people.

...

Downstairs living room.

"Brother Resurrected."

"Boy, your grandma is my cousin. You have to call me uncle. You also call Brother Fusheng?"

He Fusheng put his hands on his hips and stood in front of Kuang Tianyou, who was only one head shorter than him, and said arrogantly.

Kuang Tianyou flattened his mouth and said, "But... you are so young."

He Fusheng glared at him and shouted, "I'm young? I'm eight years older than your dad."

He Fusheng was eight years old when he was bitten into a zombie by the general minister. That year, Kuang Tianyou's father was just born. Two days after his father's full moon, he was bitten into a zombie, so he was indeed eight years older than Kuang Tianyou's father.

Kuang Guohua sat on the sofa and looked at the two little ghosts. Even though he was a little panicked because he was about to see A Xiu, he couldn't help but smile when he heard He Fusheng's words.

"Hahaha... Wannian Primary School Student, if you want to bully Tianyou, you have to hurry up. In more than ten or twenty years, he will be the only one who bullies you."

A hearty laughter came from the stairs located in the center of the hall. Kuang Guohua stood up, turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his eyes quickly filled with water.

"Sister Ah Xiu..." He Fusheng was stunned for a moment and immediately ran over cheering. As soon as He Xiu walked down the stairs, He Fusheng hugged his legs.

"Resurrection, you are Resurrection, you have not changed at all." He Xiu's tears broke through the dam in an instant, and they dripped down. He squatted down and hugged He Fusheng into his arms.

"Sister Axiu, I miss you so much." He Fusheng hugged He Xiu's neck, and his little face soon covered with tears.

The siblings cried together, but He Fusheng was very sensible. He only hugged him for a while and then let him go, saying to He Xiu: "Sister A Xiu, Brother Kuang misses you very much. He often goes to see you secretly, but he dares not come out to see you. Don't blame him, okay?"

He Xiu had tears on his face, but a smile appeared. He looked up at Kuang Guohua, stood up slowly and said, "I have never blamed him. I know he has difficulties. As long as he is willing to come back, I won't blame him."

"Axiu..." Kuang Guohua was already in tears, his voice trembling.

"Cough... It's been thousands of years since I was a primary school student, and next is the time for adults. Tianyou, take your uncle to the entertainment room to play." Yang Yifei coughed and said to He Fusheng and Kuang Tianyou.

"Yes, Master, let's go... uncle." Kuang Tianyou shouted reluctantly. He didn't expect that this boy who was not much older than him was really uncle.

"Yeah, be good." He Fusheng raised his hand and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, grinned, and followed him to the hall.

Yang Yifei winked at Ma Dingdang and others, followed him, put his big hand on the back of Kuang Tianyou's head and stroked it, saying, "Tianyou doesn't have to be depressed. Ten years later, he will have to call you brother in the opposite direction."

He Fusheng shouted when he heard this, "What a joke? His seniority is there. Even if he is fifty years later, he will have to call me uncle."

Yang Yifei said, "Do you want others to know that you are a zombie? It doesn't matter! When others ask your parents how old you were born, how will you answer?"

"Well……"

“Hahaha…”

Ma Dingdang and his party followed the people to the entertainment room. Listening to the conversation between He Fusheng and Yang Yifei, they were all overjoyed. This zombie ghost is so coquettish.

After everyone left, only Kuang Guohua and He Xiu were left in the hall. They looked at everyone's backs and couldn't help but smile.

Hearing the other party's laughter, their eyes returned to each other, He Xiu could no longer help, and strode forward and rushed into Kuang Guohua's arms.

...

Dinner time.

Kuang Guohua and He Fusheng each ate a bowl of pig blood soup with relish. There was no way, they could only eat this to avoid diarrhea.

Only by eating this can they sit on the table like normal people. Otherwise, if others are eating and they are drinking blood on the side, can they still eat this food?

The women finished their meal quickly and left the restaurant with their children. Only men were still drinking and chatting on the table.

After another glass of wine, Yang Yifei put down the wine glass, suddenly took out the check book, filled in the amount of 3 million and handed it to He Yingqiu, and said, "Uncle Qiu, you are a wild way, so I will trouble you with the food for Uncle Kuang and Fusheng."

Knowing that Yang Yifei is a billionaire, He Yingqiu was not polite to him. He took the check and put it in his pocket, and smiled and said, "It's just a small problem."

Yang Yifei said to Kuang Guohua again: "Uncle Kuang, you are a second-generation zombie and have the opportunity to evolve into the first generation. The first generation of zombies does not need to live on blood. They can eat like normal people. Apart from a pair of zombie teeth and a shocking power, they are no different from humans."

Kuang Guohua was shocked and asked anxiously: "What should I do to evolve?"

Yang Yifei said: "The most powerful power of zombies is love. When you have the mood to fight for love, you will have the opportunity to evolve into a generation of zombies and become an existence of the same level as the Jiangchen."

"Love?" Kuang Guohua was stunned and nodded slowly thoughtfully.

He Yingqiu said inexplicably: "Why don't the first generation of zombies make a living by blood, but the second generation and below need it?"

Yang Yifei explained: "In fact, no matter what species it is, as long as it is the first one that appears in the world, it can be named "God"."

"Jiangchen is the first zombie in the world, and the source of the zombie, so Jiangchen can also be regarded as a god, the god of zombies. Do you know how the name "Jiangchen" came from?"

This question made He Yingqiu, He Youqiu, and Guohua and the other two were stunned. They had never thought about this question before.

Yang Yifei talked eroticly, "'General' is the general, and 's minister' is the minister. When the world first opened, there was no creature on the earth, and there was silence. The minister was the first creature to appear in this world."

"It was not until later that the mother of the earth, Nuwa, came to the human world and created all living beings in the world, that the world began to become lively."

"At that time, there were only Nuwa and Generals in the world. Generals were always with Nuwa, and Nuwa had only such a follower, so he was both a military general and a civil servant of Nuwa, so Nuwa gave him a famous general."

The three of them suddenly realized that this was the case. Before Nuwa created the creature, there was nothing on the earth. If the minister needed to make a living with blood, wouldn't he starve to death long ago?

In this way, a generation of zombies like Jiangchen do not need to live on blood.

"As a god, his bloodline is naturally extraordinary. Those who have been bitten by him will become his descendants. How can ordinary people bear the bloodline of God?"

"So the blood-sucking instinct is actually a sequelae of the bloodline of mortals who have the bloodline of Jiangchen. I'm afraid even Jiangchen himself would not have expected that those who had been bitten by him would need to make a living by blood."

He Youqiu said in confusion: "No! If he doesn't need to suck blood, why should he bite people? If it's just to kill the opponent, he has countless methods, right?"

Yang Yifei nodded and said, "For thousands of years, my elders of the sect have also speculated about this matter. They have always believed that biting their ministers is actually to save people."

"Ah? No?" He Yingqiu said with a "you are talking nonsense" expression, "According to what you said, Jiang Chen is still a good person?"

Kuang Guohua said thoughtfully: "What A Fei said may not be impossible. Fusheng and I were seriously injured and dying back then. Even if he didn't bite us, we would be dead soon."

"But he bit us under this situation. Madonna was knocked unconscious at that time, but she was not bitten. Why is that?"
To be continued...