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"Holy crap!"

This extremely visually striking scene startled Chu Sheng so much that he stumbled back three or four steps, crashing into the earthen wall of the mud pit.

Mr. Chen, who was watching the scene from the side, let out an extremely shrill scream.

"A ghost!"

Mr. Chen crawled backward in the mud, using both his hands and feet, tears and snot streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Lin Yue drew her gun directly, gripped it tightly with both hands, and aimed it at the coffin.

I was breathing rapidly and my scalp was tingling.

Yang Guang stood there calmly, even taking out his phone and leisurely opening the camera.

"Click!" A photo was taken.

"Officer, did you see that?"

"I knew this thing was a hairy zombie."

"These kinds of pure, natural, and pollution-free antiques are now very rare on the market."

"Boss Chen, look how enthusiastic your great-grandfather is, he's even holding out his hand. Shall we go over and shake his hand?"

Upon hearing this, Boss Chen was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

"master!"

"Please stop teasing me!"

"Is this supposed to be a handshake?"

"That swipe of my claws sent me straight to my death!"

"burn!"

"Burn it quickly!"

"I don't want to see this thing for even a second longer!"

The white-haired zombie inside the coffin clung to the edge, its shriveled body standing stiffly upright.

The flesh on his face had long since rotted and shriveled, revealing stark white bones and several extremely disgusting fangs.

Two extremely dark green corpse flames were still rising from those empty eye sockets.

The old rice dumpling's neck turned stiffly.

finally.

His gaze was precisely fixed on Boss Chen, who was sitting in the mud, shivering.

After all, they were blood relatives, and the zombie was extremely sensitive to the scent on Boss Chen's body.

"Hehe..."

The white-haired zombie let out an extremely hoarse growl, completely ignoring Chu Sheng and Yang Guang, who were closest to it.

With its arms outstretched forward, its hairy white claws aimed at Boss Chen, struggling to jump out of the coffin.

"It...it's staring at me!"

"Master, please help me!"

Mr. Chen was so frightened that he hid behind Jia Youcai.

Jia Youcai was also terrified, his face turned pale, his extremely flashy floral shirt was soaked with sweat, and he gripped his peach wood sword tightly with both hands, swinging it wildly.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Old Chen, why are you hiding behind me?"

"I'm not a shield!"

Just as the old rice dumpling was about to jump out...

Yang Guang gave a cold laugh.

He raised his foot with extreme arrogance.

"Bang!"

This kick landed with extreme precision and brutality on the white-haired zombie's chest!

An extremely dull sound of flesh colliding rang out.

This great-grandfather, who had just come back to life but hadn't even had a chance to unleash his power, was kicked back into the coffin by Yang Guang!

He fell flat on his back!

"I'm standing right here, and you dare to try and steal the spotlight?"

Yang Guang patted the dust off his trousers with utter disdain.

He turned and yelled at Chu Sheng beside him, "What the hell are you standing there for?"

"Go and put it on right away!"

Chu Sheng trembled all over from Yang Guang's extremely violent shout.

The 250-pound piece of fat trembled violently twice, and he then seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang, don't rush me! This humble monk is here now!"

Chu Sheng scrambled forward, his movements even more ferocious than a hungry dog ​​pouncing on its prey.

Just as the white-haired great-grandfather was kicked up by Yang Guang and was about to sit up stiffly again...

Chu Sheng was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

He slapped the corpse-suppressing talisman covered in cinnabar onto the old zombie's forehead with extreme precision!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

An incredibly magical scene unfolded.

The white-haired great-grandfather, who was originally making strange "hoarse" noises in his throat and convulsing as he tried to crawl out and bite people, was instantly stopped by the corpse-suppressing talisman.

The whole person was like a machine toy that had been forcibly unplugged.

It lay stiffly at the bottom of the coffin, motionless.

Even the two extremely eerie green flames in his eye sockets went out with a "poof".

"call……"

Seeing this scene.

Mr. Chen, slumped in the mud, finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped a terrible ordeal.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat mixed with rain from his forehead, his heart still pounding wildly.

"Oh my god..."

"That's terrifying..."

"My great-grandfather was an extremely respectable man when he was alive. He would comb his hair and apply hair wax every day before going out."

"How did you end up looking like this after you died?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes in utter disdain: "He's more presentable now, and he even brought his own white wool coat, all-natural and pollution-free, it'll definitely keep him warm in winter."

Boss Chen's lips twitched violently, but he didn't dare to utter a single word.

Lin Yue, standing next to him, also discreetly put away the sidearm at her waist.

Although she tried her best to maintain the composure and calmness of a police officer, her heaving chest betrayed the extremely shock she was experiencing.

Today's trip.

It's like she's rubbing her materialistic worldview, which she's cultivated over the past twenty years, into the ground and grinding it into the ground.

Holy crap, there really are zombies!

If this were included in the case report, the bureau chief would send her straight to the psychiatric emergency room!

Bottom of the pit.

Chu Sheng looked at his great-grandfather lying motionless in the coffin and clapped his hands in great surprise.

He turned his head, looked at Yang Guang, and chuckled sheepishly, "Brother Guang, this thing really works!"

To be honest...

"This is the first time this humble monk has used your Taoist talismans. I didn't have much experience just now, and my technique was a little clumsy."

"But don't worry, this humble monk has now completely attained enlightenment!"

As Chu Sheng spoke, he swung his wet monk's robe sleeve in an extremely flamboyant manner.

"Amitabha."

"Isn't this just an extremely simple and straightforward whack-a-mole game?"

"If they dare to show their faces, this humble monk will send them straight back to their hometowns with a single talisman!"

In order to make a good impression on Yang Guang and show the value of his 250-pound fat body.

Chu Sheng turned around.

He strode eagerly toward the second coffin made of blood-red, dark wood.

Lying in here is Mr. Chen's grandfather.

Chu Sheng rubbed his thick hands together and shouted, "Grandpa Chen, this humble monk has come to cover you with a blanket!"

The fat monk gripped the heavy coffin lid with both hands and exerted a sudden force.

He flipped the coffin lid off to the side.

as predicted.

The black aura inside the second coffin was also extremely dense.

A pair of withered claws covered in black hair suddenly emerged from the coffin and went straight for Chu Sheng's face.

This black-haired zombie reacted much faster than the white-haired great-grandfather from before!

but.

This time, Chu Sheng was well-prepared.

"evil creature!"

"This humble monk can tell at a glance that you are not human!"