Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 1 Zombie Simulation
"People are divided into good and bad, corpses are divided into zombies, and the corpse of Mr. Ren is the corpse that is about to become a zombie."

"Becoming a zombie is an extra breath of life."

"Remember to fill the ink fountain line fully, don't miss it!"

The boss of Yizhuang in Renjia Town, Maoshan Linjiu, is upright and solemn.

After ordering the two apprentices to place the coffin on the coffin seriously, and flicked the ink fountain thread, they left the morgue with their hands behind their backs.

"This Timo, who is watching Mr. Zombie at night?"

At this moment, familiar and unfamiliar chatter faintly rang in Ren Mu's ears, and he wanted to get up a little angrily, to find out which night owl was scaring him.

Doesn't he know that people are scary, but they can scare people to death.

"I'm fucked. What's the matter? Was it suppressed by a ghost?"

He tried his best to get up, but Ren Mu's body didn't respond at all, as if he had turned into a vegetable.

At this moment, Ren Mu was a little flustered, wondering if his roommate was watching zombie movies in the middle of the night, which caused some dirty things!
You know, the mouse fairy and the data cable fairy are also very domineering now.

"There is no bomb here!"

"Stinky boy, dare to play with me, don't run!"

As the noise from his ears gradually disappeared, Ren Mu's mood also began to calm down, and he accepted the fact that he had become a zombie through time travel!

"My name is Ren Mu. Those who want to save face will call me Mrs. Ren, such as Taoist Lin Jiu just now!"

"If you don't give face, you will point at me and shout 'zombie'!"

"If there is no miracle, no matter how hard I struggle, I will be burned by Uncle Jiu three days later and turn into ashes!"

In his previous life, Ren Mu had a soft spot for zombie movies and was very familiar with the plot trend of this world.

[Ding, the binding is successful, the zombie simulator starts! 】

"Yo, a miracle is coming!"

With the pleasant bell ringing in his mind, Ren Mu's blank eyes finally became more colorful.

[This zombie life simulation is free, whether to start the simulation]

"Yes, let's start!"

[At the age of 60, you wake up from Yizhuang, with a first-grade purple zombie, corpse aura surrounds you, majestic and domineering. 】

[At the age of 60 and one day, he was forced out of the coffin by Mr. Feng Shui's corpse control technique, killed two goats, triggered the bloodthirsty restraint in his body, and broke through the second-grade white stiffness. 】

[I was about to go to Ren's house to kill your filial son, but was discovered by Maoshan Linjiu, who fought hard and lay dead on the spot! 】

[60 years and two days old, Maoshan Linjiu went to Ren's mansion, intending to persuade your son to cremate you into ashes. 】

【Your filial son is stubborn, refuses to be cremated, and insists on burying you with honor. 】

[Mr. Feng Shui came that night and wanted to perform the corpse control technique again, but was discovered by Lin Jiu and repelled, and snatched you back. 】

[At the age of 60 and three days, Maoshan Linjiu found out that you are already a zombie, and Mr. Feng Shui is secretly doing things. 】

[With great fanfare, the altar will be opened, and your body will be wrapped with ink fountain wire nets, and the coffin will be sealed with gossip the day after tomorrow. The time limit is 300 years. 】

[At the age of 60 and five days, the town of Renjia was full of cries, and your filial son spent a lot of time to give you a grand funeral. 】

"Um, is this the end of my zombie life?"

"This Teemo's is... so short."

Ren Mu looked at his zombie simulation, and couldn't find any adjectives to describe his mood at this time.

If there is no simulator, is it considered the most indescribable traverser?

[Ding, the simulation is over, the host can keep one of the following. 】

[One, Mr. Feng Shui's corpse control technique. 】

[Second, the second grade of white stiff Taoism. 】

[Third, after the funeral of the scenery, the sincere tears of the granddaughter of She. 】

[Fourth, [-] seconds of fighting experience with Mao Shanlin. 】

Seeing this, Ren Mu was very excited, and directly ignored the next few options.

Decisively chose option one, with Uncle Nine around.

It's so dangerous, I'd better lie quietly in the coffin and be a salted fish zombie.

Corpse control is what he needs most now. After all, he knows from the zombie life simulation that he is now being manipulated by the Feng Shui master behind the scenes. It can be said that he doesn't even count his body as his own.

I don't want to be a puppet in the hands of others.

The most urgent task is to undo the spell that Mr. Feng Shui cast on him.

"I choose one!"

In an instant, Ren Mu's mind was filled with many methods about raising corpses, controlling corpses, and refining corpses.

【Ding!The host acquires the skill Controlling Corpse. Since the host is a zombie, his understanding of zombies is much higher than that of ascetics, and the technique of controlling corpse is automatically upgraded to Dacheng. 】

A property panel appears in front of you.

Host: Ren Mu.

Status: Charged dead.

Level: First Grade Purple Stiffness.

Strength: 150 (jin).

Constitution: 150.

Speed: 0.5 (m/s).

Consciousness: 3 (meters).

Sun Essence: 0.

Corpse Qi: 100.

Skills: Corpse Control. (Dacheng)

At this moment, Ren Mu looked at the word "Dacheng" behind his stats panel, and felt a little confused.

"This hangs really strong!"

Even without doing anything, he has mastered the technique of controlling corpses to a great extent, which is the realm of Taoism that countless monks dream of.

The consciousness checked the body back and forth, and easily discovered the restriction left in the body by Mr. Feng Shui.

Every joint of the body was impaled with soul nails, and even the dantian was completely controlled. Except for the brain, the whole body was controlled by the Feng Shui master.

In the original plot, every step the old man took when he came out of the coffin was controlled.

"That guy's methods are not that bad!"

Ren Mu's attainment in corpse control techniques is much higher than that of Mr. Feng Shui. When he discovered these corpse control methods, he directly vibrated those very strong soul nails for a long time with a thought.

At this moment, it was easy for him to get rid of Mr. Feng Shui's control.

Without any hesitation, after Ren Mu understood it, he directly mobilized the insignificant yin energy in his body, spread it to every link in his body, turned it into a pair of pliers, and easily pulled out those soul-restraining nails one by one.

"Break it for me!"

In the end, the consciousness sneaked into the dantian, and fully circulated the corpse energy, forming a giant claw, directly grabbing through the forbidden soul net left by Mr. Feng Shui.

"Boom!" A sound of loosening came from within his body, which lifted his spirits and made him feel relaxed.

It seems that some kind of force pressing on the body has been broken, presumably the restriction of Mr. Feng Shui has been broken.

"It's so simple to get rid of the corpse control technique!"

Ren Mu felt the huge strength contained in the limbs of the body, and now he is a first-grade purple stiff with 20 years of practice.

After the corpse control technique is cracked, although the strength of the body's 150 catties can't be ground in seconds, it's air in seconds.

But now that he has broken through to Yipin Zizhi, his body can move freely without making a sound, and it is still possible to move the coffin away little by little.

Familiar with the plot of Mr. Zombie, he stretched out his hand, and slowly stretched out his pitch-black claws from the bottom of the coffin.

At the same time, in a certain cave on the outskirts of Renjia Town.

An old Taoist priest in a black robe looked gloomy in the direction of Yizhuang, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, which was stained with blackened blood, making him look even darker and more terrifying.

"As far as I know, this world is better than me in terms of controlling corpses by no more than five fingers."

　The new book sets sail, looking for all tickets.

　　More stable four thousand, rest assured investment.

　　No heroine!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)