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In front of the thick stone door of the main tomb chamber, the five people stood in their respective positions, everything was ready.

Then the middle-aged woman in white holding the black jar suddenly raised her hand and waved, and the bald zombie she controlled suddenly leaped up and slammed into the stone door in front of it!

Generally speaking, this behavior can be called hitting a rock with an egg or an egg hitting a stone. After all, zombies are made of flesh, and there will definitely be no good results if they want to collide with a heavy stone door.

But this bald zombie controlled by Master Zhao, a middle-aged woman in white, is not ordinary. Although it looks ordinary except that it is a bit stiff and dull on the surface, it suddenly explodes at this moment, showing terrifying power and physical strength!
boom! boom!
After it suddenly leaped up, its big bald head hit the stone door of the main tomb chamber for the first time, leaving a dent as big as a washbasin in the door. Countless deep cracks extended from the center of the dent to all sides.

The second impact directly broke the heavy stone door into several pieces, forming a large hole that people could pass through.

For a moment, there were continuous shaking sounds inside and outside the main tomb chamber due to the violent impact, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

But what surprised everyone was that after experiencing such a big scene, the main tomb chamber was surprisingly quiet.

Everyone could see at a glance the green jade coffin placed inside. The coffin was placed steadily on the ground of the tomb without any movement, let alone a ferocious zombie jumping out of it.

However, no one dared to be careless after seeing this situation. They first let the bald zombie enter the stone gate and guard it tightly, while the others exchanged glances and discussed in a low voice.

"Old Zhang, why is there no movement? Is there an empty coffin inside?"

The man in Zhongshan suit holding the golden eight-sided Han sword kept his eyes focused on the tomb in front of him, and asked the short man in black behind him without turning around.

"Impossible! Such a strong evil spirit can only be possessed by a thousand-year-old zombie! I will never make a mistake!"

The short old man in black clothes, holding glutinous rice in one hand and a black donkey hoof in the other, immediately raised his voice and replied. It seemed that he was also shocked that the tomb owner did not jump out and start a massacre.

"You don't have to fight. There is a powerful zombie in the coffin, but it is still sleeping."

Master Zhao, the middle-aged woman in white at the back, then answered, ending the argument.

As a professional in the field of zombies, what she said was obviously convincing, and everyone then led the conversation to the next aspect.

"What should we do now? Or should we stick to the plan?"

"Yes, let's follow the plan just now! I suspect this old monster is pretending to be a fool so that we can let down our guard!"

"Uncle Qiu! It's actually best if we don't have to fight! There aren't many opportunities to get a thousand-year-old artifact intact!"

"Yes, look at the quality of this jade coffin. If it were sold, it would fetch at least 200 million dollars!"

"Stop arguing! The zombie in the coffin is not dead, it just hasn't woken up yet! Listen to my instructions, I'll open the coffin, and you guys get ready for battle!"

After a brief discussion among the few people, they decided to let the most prestigious middle-aged woman in white, Master Zhao, take control of the situation. Her prudent strategy was recognized by everyone.

So while the others were preparing for a fight, Master Zhao suddenly stretched out two pale fingers and lightly tapped his Yin-wu jar. Two phantoms flashed out from it and entered the tomb in front in the blink of an eye. They stood on both sides of the bald zombie, forming a triangle and surrounding the green jade coffin in the center.

They were actually two evil ghosts, a man and a woman, floating in the air.

The man's neck was extremely long but his tongue was even longer, and he looked like some kind of terrifying hanged ghost.

The woman's eyes were hollow as she wept tears downwards. The dripping dirty blood automatically spread toward the jade coffin, as if she was using blood as her main means of attack.

After the two evil ghosts were in place, the bald zombie standing between them on the side of the coffin began to exert his strength, slowly stretching out his slightly stiff but extremely powerful palm, and little by little opened the lid of the jade coffin.

From this way of opening the coffin, it can be seen that although Master Zhao, the woman in white, said she wanted to start a war, her behavior was not aggressive. She was controlling her zombie to move as gently as possible to see if she could avoid waking up the thousand-year-old zombie sleeping inside.

Facts proved that her attempt was successful. When the lid of the jade coffin was half opened by the bald zombie, the existence lying inside still did not move, just like an ordinary corpse, appearing in the view of the outside world.

If someone got closer at this time, they could see that lying in the coffin was a male mummy wearing black armor and with a calm expression. The mummy's body was not seriously decayed, and its facial features could be easily identified. It was well preserved and would be the most marketable even if it was taken to a museum.

But the smooth opening of the coffin gave Master Zhao, the woman in white outside the main tomb chamber, some other thoughts.

She suddenly stopped the next move of her three ghost puppets, and only let them tightly surround the thousand-year-old zombie lying in the coffin. She turned her head and looked behind her, and said to the young man in a dress who was hiding behind her with a curious look on his face:

"Give me this zombie and I can return half of my commission. I only want the zombie, and everything on it can be given to you."

The young man in the dress was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he immediately thought of the woman's profession. He realized that the terrifying zombies that others avoided might be priceless to her, so he nodded and replied:
"Master Zhao, take it if you need it. I only want the tiger talisman in the coffin."

After the two of them finished discussing, Master Zhao, the middle-aged woman in white, immediately turned around and walked towards the main tomb chamber, stepping into the stone entrance of the tomb chamber holding a black Yin-object jar.

Everyone knew what was going on in this scene without having to explain it explicitly. There was no doubt that Master Zhao wanted to personally subdue the thousand-year-old zombie sleeping in the coffin!

However, Wang Zhifan, who was observing the situation from a stealth perspective nearby, couldn't help but shook his head and thought to himself:
"This woman is too suicidal... or too greedy and overconfident...

The original plan she and others had discussed might have had a success rate of nearly 50% if it was carried out, but now it was delivered directly to the Zombie King, and he was afraid that he would be in danger of death. "The reason why Wang Zhifan made this judgment was not because he looked down on Master Zhao, who might have the dual identities of a corpse refiner and a ghost catcher, but because he had an increasingly strong intuition that the reason why the Zombie King in the coffin was lying unconscious was not because of other reasons, but because the Zombie King discovered the existence of him, the hider, and was deliberately hiding his incompetence!

In other words, what the Zombie King fears most is this hidden follower of his, and he doesn't take the NPCs surrounding his door seriously at all!
There is a lot of information revealed here. If Wang Zhifan's intuition is correct, it proves that this zombie king is quite intelligent and has a strong perception, which is enough to discover him who has been hiding and accurately judge his strength. He possesses the key characteristics of a powerful monster.

Just as Wang Zhifan was thinking this in his mind, Master Zhao, a middle-aged woman in white, had already entered the main tomb chamber step by step. She came to the opened jade coffin with a black jar in her hand. Beside her was her bald zombie, and around her were the long-tongued male ghost and the blood-eyed female ghost floating in the air.

It was not that she was unprepared for the zombie in the coffin to suddenly jump up. The closer it got, the slower and more cautious its movements became, so that the three ghost puppets were ready to suppress it at any time.

But until now everything had gone too smoothly, and nothing unexpected had happened, which made her heart gradually calm down. She gently lifted the black jar in her hand, then carefully opened the lid and aimed the mouth of the jar at the zombie in the coffin, intending to subdue the first thousand-year-old zombie in her life and pick up a big bargain that would make her successful for the rest of her life.

As she raised the Yin-object jar and pointed it at the zombie lying in the coffin, a slight cold wind blew out of the jar and covered the thousand-year-old zombie in the coffin.

If the target that Master Zhao was planning to conquer still chose to lie down at this time, she would achieve unprecedented luck for a corpse refiner.

However, things obviously would not develop in this way. The thousand-year-old zombie finally couldn't bear the cold wind anymore. Without even opening its eyes, it suddenly pressed its arms down without any warning and slammed its body out of the coffin!

At this moment, Master Zhao also made a reaction that could be described as a conditioned reflex and did not give up the extremely rare opportunity to subdue the thousand-year-old zombie.

First, the bald zombie next to her suddenly jumped up and stretched out his arms to pull the thousand-year-old zombie down.

Then almost at the same time, the long-tongued male ghosts in the air on both sides wrapped their smelly black tongues around the thousand-year-old zombie, and the blood-eyed female ghost used her blood as claws to grab the zombie's neck, all of them making extremely fast cooperation in control.

Master Zhao herself was not that fast, but she also stood her ground in an instant and did not retreat. She tried her best to lift the mouth of the black jar in her hand, attempting to use the cold wind in the jar to catch the thousand-year-old zombie that had come out of the coffin.

Outside the main tomb chamber, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit holding a golden eight-sided Han sword reacted only slightly slower than the ghost. He had already raised the Han sword and was ready to block the other party's way out of the cave.

The middle-aged man in green military uniform was a little faster. He raised the silver pistol in his hand and locked the muzzle of the thousand-year-old zombie in the air, but did not pull the trigger. He might be worried about accidentally hurting Master Zhao's ghost puppet and affecting her plan to conquer it.

The short old man in black and the young man in Western clothes who were on the outside were relatively far away, and their vision was blocked by the remaining part of the stone gate. For a moment, they could not know what was happening in the main tomb chamber.

Only Wang Zhifan, who was farther away, knew every detail of what happened and had a comprehensive understanding of the overall situation with his extraordinary perception.

"We have to protect that Yin jar. If it gets broken, it will be useless."

He immediately activated the power of ice and applied it to the floating Millennium Zombie through the air. It seemed that he was doing this to cooperate with Master Zhao to strengthen the control, but in fact, it was to give Master Zhao time to retreat, so that she would not be hit in the face by the Millennium Zombie because she was not fast enough to dodge and be killed.

As expected, the outcome of the first confrontation was decided in an instant.

The bald zombie and the two evil ghosts were unable to pull the thousand-year-old zombie back at all. The thousand-year-old zombie grabbed the bald zombie's outstretched arm with a sound of bone cracking. The thousand-year-old zombie let the long-tongued male ghost's tongue wrap around his body, just like he didn't take the blood claws condensed with blood from the blood-eyed female ghost seriously.

The Millennium Zombie withstood all obstacles, its only goal being to rush to the woman in white, Master Zhao, as quickly as possible and kill the person who tried to subdue it.

This created a very anti-physical scene. The thousand-year-old zombie was pulled in the air by the bald zombie, the long-tongued male ghost and the blood-eyed female ghost. It should have been in a state of having no support and no power to use, but it seemed to have its own powerful power and approached fiercely towards the woman in white who was holding the black jar and raising the mouth of the jar.

A layer of cold white frost appeared on the Millennium Zombie when it was about to hit the woman in white with its claws, greatly reducing its speed. The woman in white was able to retreat in time to avoid it. But what made Wang Zhifan, who came to help, speechless was that the woman didn't know to run away at this juncture, and still insisted on subduing the Millennium Zombie, raising the mouth of the jar and aiming it at the frozen Millennium Zombie.

In an instant, the cold wind from the mouth of the jar touched the body of the thousand-year-old zombie, creating a huge attraction for it. If the opponent was sucked into the jar, then the capture would be complete.

But how could the Zombie King be subdued so easily? It was just a mere superior item. The Millennium Zombie immediately fought against the Yin Feng in front of him, forcibly preventing himself from being put into the can.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan did not choose to help the woman in white but instead cancelled the ice source power attached to the zombie because he did not want this thing to be subdued, as that would likely change its characteristics and affect the killing reward.

As the icy suppression from Wang Zhifan disappeared, the thousand-year-old zombie suddenly felt less pressure. It broke free from the gloomy wind and reached out to grab the woman in white with its claws.

Fortunately, at this moment the bald zombie whose arm the woman in white had been destroyed rushed over, and with the help of the long-tongued male ghost and the blood-eyed female ghost, they delayed the woman in white for half a second, allowing her to escape and retreat to the vicinity of the stone gate cave.

"Do it quickly!"

The woman was frightened by the thrilling scene just now. She held her black can and evacuated while letting others take over, and directly gave up the plan to capture the beast.

The reason was simple: she found that she could not subdue the thousand-year-old zombie at all, and could only go back to the original battle plan.

boom! boom! boom!
Three consecutive gunshots were heard from the entrance of the stone gate. Silver bullets cut through the air and accurately hit the thousand-year-old zombie that was about to rush to the door while dragging three ghost puppets. Then the bullets sprayed large amounts of silver on the hit parts, instantly slowing down the speed of the thousand-year-old zombie a lot.

The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit also rushed in with his sword without hesitation after the shooting. The golden eight-sided Han sword went straight to the head of the thousand-year-old zombie, causing this creature, which had been greatly weakened by the silver bullet attack, to suffer further damage and let out a painful roar.

Amid the roar, everyone saw golden flames rising from the Millennium Zombie's body, mixing with the silver brought by the silver bullet, covering its body and spreading to the bald zombie and the two ghosts that were trying to stop it.

Seeing this, the woman in white quickly recalled her three ghosts, otherwise they would also be destroyed by the golden flame of the Eight-sided Han Sword and the silver light of the silver bullet. (End of this chapter)