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Chapter 28 The Intruding Jumping Zombie (Please vote!)

In a room in the Happiness Community, a white-haired child ran into the second bedroom and pushed the person on the bed with all his might.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong?"

Zhong Cai was a light sleeper to begin with, and he woke up immediately when Xiao Bai nudged him.

"Having a nightmare?"

Zhong Cai was about to carry Xiao Bai to bed when Xiao Bai broke free of his hands, rushed to the window, and pressed itself against the glass.

Knowing that Xiaobai was special, Zhong Cai immediately picked up his glasses and walked to the window.

Zhong Cai scanned the neighborhood at night but didn't find anything.

But just as his gaze shifted to the entrance of the residential area, he saw a dark figure leap more than two meters into the air and disappear into the darkness.

Zhong Cai's pupils suddenly contracted.

"That's... impossible, how could such a thing exist!"

Zhong Cai didn't want to believe it, but both what he had just seen and Xiao Bai's unusual behavior told him that the probability of it being that thing was very high.

Even if it isn't, it doesn't seem like a normal thing.

With this in mind, Zhong Cai no longer hesitated.

He walked quickly to where his bag was hanging, took out seven or eight talismans and checked them.

Turning around, he opened his box again and took out a two-foot-long, shiny peach wood sword.

Compared to Chen Miao's sword blank, this peach wood sword is much more exquisite.

The wooden sword has seven interconnected red dots engraved on its blade. The hilt guard has a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern engraved on both sides. The red tassel hanging at the end seems to contain a square-holed copper coin.

After placing the wooden sword aside, Zhong Cai took off his pajamas and changed into casual clothes.

"Xiaobai, I need to go out for a bit."

Zhong Cai took a talisman out of his bag and placed it in Xiao Bai's hand.

"If something happens, bite your finger, smear the blood on it, and hold it in your hand. You'll be fine, understand?"

Seeing Xiaobai nod, Zhong Cai picked up his wooden sword and quietly left Xiaobai's house.

Xiao Bai clutched the talisman in her hand, turned around, and ran to the window.

Zhong Cai's figure appeared in sight, then quickly disappeared into the night.

……

It's half past three in the morning.

East Gate Guardhouse of Tianmen Funeral Home

Old Wu, the gatekeeper, was listening to a radio program with his eyes closed.

"Dear listeners, welcome to 'Nighttime Tea Party'!"

"Most of you who are still awake at this moment are probably like me, working people who are still sticking to their posts."

"What are we, as night shift workers, most afraid of encountering?"

"hehe……"

"Today, we're going to talk about a real case that happened at the Tianmen County Funeral Home, not far from here!"

Old Wu suddenly opened his closed eyes, his face full of astonishment.

He listened to local programs, but he never imagined he would hear the name Tianmen Funeral Home.

The host continued the program.

"A few days ago, something happened at the Tianmen Funeral Home: the morgue attendant died!"

"Everyone knows what a morgue's cold storage room is, right? That's where they store corpses!"

"The Tianmen Funeral Home has been in Tianmen County for about ten years. The cold storage room has been there since the very beginning. Just imagine how many dead people have been stored there?"

"Wouldn't it be an exaggeration to say that it has a heavy, yin energy?"

"Therefore, to become a cold storage manager, one's birth chart must be strong, with abundant Yang energy, and ideally, one should be born during a Yang hour!"

"But what about the dead administrator? He was just an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties."

"Without a strong birth chart or the vigorous yang energy of youth, it seems only a matter of time before something bad happens to him guarding the cold storage!"

"So, how do you think he died?"

"Okay, let's read some letters from our audience."

A viewer with a phone number ending in 8899 said, "It must be a ghost trying to kill me!"

A viewer with the last four digits of their phone number being 8265 said, "Funeral homes have a lot of yin energy. Living there for a long time will make your health worse and worse. When your health is poor, your yang energy is weak, making you more susceptible to ghosts, let alone being in a funeral home!"

The viewer whose license plate ended in 3642 said, "I don't know how I died, but I know that people in the funeral industry all have the smell of death and bad luck about them. Try to avoid contact with them as much as possible!"

As Lao Wu listened to the letters from viewers, he felt increasingly uncomfortable.

He was also a member of the funeral industry, although he was just a gatekeeper.

Hearing the audience's slander against the funeral industry, Lao Wu was furious but helpless.

He cannot change how the world sees him.

Feeling uncomfortable, he decided to do something.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to the program.

Two minutes later, his message was read.

The viewer whose phone number ended in 3456 said, "He died suddenly; it has nothing to do with ghosts."

"Haha, finally someone in the audience has hit the nail on the head. Ladies and gentlemen, that administrator did indeed die suddenly."

"You were fooled, weren't you? You thought I was telling a horror story?"

Sad music plays

"Actually, I just want to tell everyone that night shift workers should not overwork themselves. Life is only once, and once it's gone, it's really gone."

"Instead of hoping to go to heaven after death, it's better to live life to the fullest now."

Old Wu smiled. "You're just scaring yourself. I've been a funeral home doorman for so many years, if there really were ghosts, wouldn't I have seen them?"

With his eyes closed, Old Wu continued listening to the radio.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside.

When Old Wu opened his eyes, he saw a person who seemed to be holding a candle climb over the automatic rolling door, which was only a little over a meter long.

Normally, that gate only stops cars, not people.

Because no one would casually break into a funeral home, even thieves would avoid it, so Lao Wu's job on the night shift was actually quite easy.

But who knew that there would actually be some petty thieves who weren't afraid of taboos today.

"Who's there! What are you doing? Stop right there!"

Old Wu grabbed a flashlight and a riot baton and rushed out.

The powerful flashlight shone on the person's back, but it did not make the person stop.

"I told you to stop right there, didn't you hear me!"

Old Wu was about to chase after him when suddenly he heard a noise behind him.

Any accomplices?

Turning around, Old Wu glared angrily at the figure that had leaped more than two meters high and landed not far in front of him.

tom!tom!tom!
As the figure disappeared into the distance, Old Wu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

He almost suffocated because he forgot to breathe.

Recalling those dark red eyes, Old Wu's legs still tremble uncontrollably.

For a fleeting moment, Lao Wu wondered if he had died tonight, would he have become the subject of the "Nighttime Tea Party" host's conversation?

"I'm only 55 years old, my monthly salary is only 5000 yuan, and my grandson was just born..."

Old Wu got up from the ground, muttering to himself as he walked toward the bicycle shed, his pace quickening.

Why would I risk my life?!

No sooner had Lao Wu left than another figure leaped over the electric roller shutter door.

The man held a wooden sword in one hand and took a compass out of his pocket with the other.

Who else could it be but Zhong Cai?
Following the direction of the compass needle, Zhong Cai quickly chased after it.

Tianmen Funeral Home is quite large. After chasing for a good hundred meters, Zhong Cai turned the corner just as he was about to reach the back wall of the funeral home.

From afar, he saw the person at the front smash the lamp in his hand onto the ground behind him.

The flames spread, illuminating the surroundings and allowing Zhong Cai to see the person's face.

"Zhong Fa!!"

Zhong Cai's eyes widened. How could it be him!

Did he create this zombie?

Impossible! Master's method of refining corpses has been destroyed by him. He couldn't possibly create a zombie!
While he was still in a daze, Zhong Fa had already run out of Zhong Cai's sight and climbed over the wall to leave the funeral home.

As the flames subsided, the zombie, now without guidance, suddenly turned its head and looked in one direction.

This is the location of the cold storage at Tianmen Funeral Home.

There stood a person who had emerged because of the firelight.

Tang Rui!

tom!
The sound of Dong Shu's throbbing woke Zhong Cai and also startled Tang Rui.

Amid screams, Tang Rui closed the cold storage door.

Zhong Cai made a move.

He didn't know why Zhong Fa did this, but the most important thing now was to get rid of that zombie!

Putting away the compass, Zhong Cai ran in that direction.

At this moment, the zombie had already landed in front of the cold storage door, its arms embedded in the iron door.

With a twist of his arms, the iron gate was torn apart.

A scream rang out from the cold storage room, and Zhong Cai knew in his heart that something was wrong.

We can't let it in!

Zhong Cai picked up a small stone and threw it at the zombie.

Snapped!
The stone landed squarely on Uncle Dong, but he only turned his head to look at it before smashing open the iron gate and entering the cold storage.

But Zhong Cai stopped at this moment.

In a fleeting glance, he saw the zombie's teeth protruding from its lips and its fingernails, which were over an inch long.

Recalling the zombie's behavior along the way, Zhong Cai's face turned pale.

This isn't an ordinary zombie, it's a jumping zombie!

How could Zhong Fa possibly have developed the ability to jump like a zombie!

This thing is beyond Zhong Fa's control, and similarly, it's beyond Zhong Cai's ability to deal with.

Just as Zhong Cai was hesitating, he suddenly turned his head.

A young man walked past him.

A faint scent of incense wafted from the breeze stirred by the body.

Looking at the figure ahead, holding incense in one hand and a sword in the other, rushing forward without hesitation.

Zhong Cai gritted his teeth and pulled out a talisman from his yellow cloth bag.

He bit his fingertip to activate the talisman and rolled it onto the hilt of his peach wood sword.

The seven red dots on the sword flashed for a moment.

He has to go all out to deal with the jumping zombie!
Zhong Cai rushed over!
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