Reborn Zombie Supreme

A young man wearing a short jacket tiptoed to the top of the hill.

"Hey, dead rat?"

The young man looked disgusted, raised his feet and looked into the distance under the moonlight, "Bah, there are so many dead rats!"

Mass graves and graveyards were originally paradises for rats and other carrion-eating animals, but now it was as if they had taken rat poison and died.

"evil door"

The young man rubbed his hands and was about to turn his head when he raised his heels but found it difficult to put them down: "The evil sect means getting rich?"

Give it a try, what if you get rich?

He trotted along the mouse corpse and finally stopped in front of two coffins.

One coffin stayed in the pit, and the other coffin was placed among the weeds.

He had just started looking for dragons and gold. He was not very capable but very attentive. There were centipedes and mice scurrying around the coffins on the ground, but the coffins in the pit were surrounded by animal carcasses.

"How can I not get my shoes wet after walking along the river all day long? Let's have dinner after this and get out of here, get out!"

The induced mouse was poisoned and died, indicating that the contents of the coffin next to it were not simple. The young man who had planned to open the coffin and search for two coins suddenly changed his goal.

There were no nails in the broken coffin, and the lid of the coffin was pushed open by his gritted teeth, and the smell of corpses hit his face.

"Bah bah bah!!"

After spitting three times, he waited until the smell dissipated before he dared to speak: "My name is Wangcai. I don't have money for dinner today, so I have to use your brother for surgery. Hey, let's make some money from this dead man. If there is any alarm, Where is your brother's place? Just pretend you can't see it."

After finishing speaking casually, Wangcai raised his hand and grabbed the corpse's mouth.

"Damn, what a rotten tooth!"

Buried corpses usually have jade in their mouths, and poor people also use copper coins to seal the dead people's mouths. The coffins thrown in mass graves cannot be from rich owners, but I didn't expect that there was nothing in their mouths.

When ordinary poor people die, they are either cremated or buried with a roll of straw mat. Those who can afford a coffin and wear funeral clothes are at least ordinary families. The funerary objects must not be empty. This is a rule passed down from the older generation.

Now that the coffin is empty, it's probably a colleague who has arrived and made the first move.

Wangcai's nose shrank, he gritted his teeth and grasped the zombie while groping for a while.

From shoulders to arms, calves to crotch, I touched every place I could touch, but nothing was gained.

"Poorer than me!"

Wangcai jumped onto the coffin without believing in evil, bent down to grab the body, and his feet trembled. Tangtang was as stiff as a piece of rag and was thrown up, and his head banged against the bottom of the coffin.

Not to mention really asking him to shake something out.

A broken piece of jade.

Throwing the body aside casually, Wangcai smiled and picked up the broken jade and wiped it with the corner of his clothes. He looked at the moon above his head, it was still glowing green, it must be a treasure: "I take back what I just said, you always Brother is still quite rich."

"Today's harvest is good. This piece of jade can also be used as a family heirloom for my future son!"

Wangcai jumped off the coffin, put away the pickaxe and hammer on the ground, and prepared to call it a day.

"The Prince of Hell is quite good-tempered."

In the other coffin, He Cheng listened to the noise but did not move.

In the Prince of Hell's territory, people like to play the game of pretending to be dead, but he doesn't mess with the situation, although it's a pity that the fat in his mouth is gone.

Being so insulted, the Prince of Hell turned from being playful to angry. He turned the coffin and knocked Wangcai to the ground as he was about to leave with the broken jade.

"Oh my god, I've hit a ghost!"

There was shouting outside.

He Cheng quietly pushed the coffin away, and happened to see the coffin speeding on the ground, like a wild dog running away from the reins, hitting the young man Wangcai.

Wangcai turned over deftly on the ground, and the coffin behind him turned forcefully. At this moment, the coffin, as if possessed by Fujiwara Takumi's soul, drifted easily and hit the butt in front of him again.

"Ouch!"

Wangcai lay on the ground in a dog-gnawing position.

The coffin behind him was ready for the second blow. He was so frightened that he got up and ran away.

"It turns out that the Lord of Hell was lonely in the cemetery and wanted to have some fun."

He really thought Heizheng was angry.

There are very few zombies that don't suck blood, just like a tiger giving up its meat and competing for grass with a rabbit. There should be only one zombie in the world that is as playful as this black zombie.

He Cheng closed the coffin and thought about leaving when the sun sets tomorrow. There is a hundred-year-old hanged ghost on this mountain, a black zombie who knows magic. His little white-haired zombie cannot be offended.

Sucking people's blood and killing people to escalate is serious business.

On the other side, Wangcai climbed up the tree with all his wits, followed closely by the coffin. The lid of the coffin was lifted like a fly swatter, knocking Wangcai down from the tree.

"Help, help..." Wangcai was about to shout for help, but then he remembered that there was no one in the wild mountains and forests? Maybe there are a lot of ghosts.

He turned over and climbed up, continuing his desperate escape.

The coffins in the back were stuck in place one after another.

After a few breaths, the lid of the coffin was opened, and the black zombie Lord Yama jumped out of the coffin, moved the coffin away from the tree stump, and then jumped into the coffin again.

The coffin started its journey again, but it turned out that a tree lump blocked the way of the coffin.

Wangcai stumbled and fled for several miles before finally escaping into a small town.

He still remembered that during the day, when he was eating noodles at a roadside stall and stole two cloves of garlic from the boss, he heard someone say that there were experts in this town, who seemed to be called "Maoshan's No. 1", and the safety of the town depended on them.

"The corner of the pawn shop, oh, I found it!"

Looking at the narrow houses on the roadside, the white paper plaque reads "Maoshan's first house".

Although the store was a bit poor, there was a savior. Wangcai raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when he saw that there was also a "Maoshan First Store" directly opposite, decorated like a wealthy landlord.

The red painted door has a colorful painting of Qin Qiong, the door god of Jingde.

A gold medal plaque was hung on it, with "Maoshan's first home" written in cinnabar. In comparison, the "Maoshan's first home" in front of him was not only dilapidated and poor, but also smelled like pirated goods.

Wangcai quickly changed his target and stepped forward to knock on the door hard.

"Master, open the door, Master!"

When he knocked on the door, he didn't forget to look back. Wangcai was extremely afraid of the guy in the coffin.

"Who is this late at night?"

The two people who poked their heads out, one was wearing a Taoist robe, had small eyes, and looked vulgar.

The other one must be a capable master. His hair is oiled and he is combing his hair with a wooden comb.

The two of them were naturally unhappy when they were woken up late at night.

"Master, help! Help! There is a ghost, the ghost is chasing me!"

"Is there a ghost?" The small-eyed young man smiled proudly. "Then you have found the right place. We are the first family in Maoshan, and we are the most powerful in Maoshan. Do you see it?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the gold medal above his head.

"Are you afraid of being chased by ghosts? What I'm most afraid of is that you have no money."

"Money is not a problem, as long as you can save my life!"

"It's easy to negotiate if you have money. Where is the ghost?"

"Inside the coffin" Wangcai was really out of breath.

"Where's the coffin?"

"Flying over!"

Wangcai hurriedly turned his head to look at the intersection, and the other two people also poked their heads out of the door.

The dark night was quiet, but there was no one.

"See you big-headed devil!"

The two of them just thought they were being fooled and slammed the door shut.

Arriving early is worse than arriving by chance. As soon as the door of the first house in Maoshan was closed, a coffin appeared at the intersection.

No matter how hard Wangcai banged on the door, the door would not open.

Seeing the coffin hit him again, Wangcai gritted his teeth and rolled over to avoid it. The targetless coffin suddenly hit the door of the first house in Maoshan. With a roar, the zombies came to the door automatically.

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Nearing Yin hour, Heizheng turned back to the mass grave.

He Cheng jumped out and saw the miserable looking Black and Zombie King of Hell.

His left leg was bent outwards and his right leg was bent backwards. He couldn't walk or jump, and he couldn't walk. He had obviously been beaten violently.

"what happened?"

It's not unusual for someone to be able to defeat Heizong. For example, a piece of paper talisman from the Four Eyes Taoist Master can immobilize Heizong and prevent him from moving.

Anyone who can beat Heizong to such a miserable state is definitely an expert.

"I met two Taoist priests..."