Synopsis: Be a Group Owner from Today

"Essence returns to heaven, spirit returns to earth, flesh returns to earth, blood returns to water, bones return to stone, hair returns to grass... Taishang Laojun is in a hurry, drink it!"

After the mage in the yellow robe finished reading the password, the coffin in front of him fell down and was sealed in the tomb.

"Is it okay to do this?"

After the mage finished the practice, he forged his yellow cannon and said to a young man next to him.

His name is Wen Cai, and he is the apprentice of Ninth Uncle.

The man next to him... is called Qiu Sheng, and he is also the apprentice of Ninth Uncle.

It's just that the two of them have no ability, their skill is almost 0, and they usually only guard the corpse in Yizhuang, and report to the master if the corpse changes.

Two people working together may not be able to kill a zombie.

"in spite of....

It’s okay, it’s already buried, and it’s impossible to dig it out.”

Qiu Sheng spread his hands and said indifferently.

Wen Cai nodded his head, "It's over, it's over, several people died during my absence, and some of them were unjustly killed. Although I have read according to his usual formula, it seems that there is no mana released at all.. ..."

After the ninth uncle was forcibly pulled away, a ferocious zombie appeared in the village of Wencai and the others, and it also killed several people.

The ninth uncle was not there, nor was the ninth uncle's junior brother, the four-eyed Taoist priest, so all the rituals of the burial were handed over to Wen Cai.

Wen Cai knew that it was not enough, so he used all the props that could be used before the burial.

Like some kind of glutinous rice for dealing with zombies, dog blood, directly covered with coffins, and then throwing the corpse in, covered with yellow talismans, black coffins are pasted into yellow coffins, and even in the graves, they are piled up. Full of garlic that zombies hate the most.

Anyway... the technology is not enough..., the equipment comes together, and Wen Cai has used all the props he can think of.

There is only one purpose, to prevent the corpse from changing.

"Hey, I really don't understand how these people are still buried at any age, like the old and beautiful countries where they were cremated a long time ago.

in spite of....

What kind of zombie ghost, can he still change after being burned to ashes?"

Qiu Sheng shook his head helplessly, he scoffed at the local residents' old-fashioned customs.

A typical body is full of pure heart and a foreign heart.

"As far as you can say, what if you talk so much, why don't you go to Yizhuang to do chores when you go out to study and come back?"

Wen Cai said with dissatisfaction.

"Parents who are affected by the body, let alone cremation, those with a few bones...the family members will work hard with you, really, if you don't practice the exercises well all day long, you will know how to complain, there is so much effort Why don't you come and help me pound some garlic, there are two more..."

"Hey, I just don't know how long it takes for the master to come back... What if these guys are all corpses..."

Looking at that... brand new tomb, the two brothers were at a loss.

Whether they can suppress the grievances of those...dead people, no one can tell....Midnight, Yizhuang.

Wen Cai was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

All he thought about was the dead people he had buried in the past few days.

"It's over, the heart buried today doesn't seem to be topped, will it cheat the corpse?"

"It's over, it seems that the second one doesn't use garlic, will it cheat the corpse?"

"It's over, it's over, the first dog blood doesn't seem to be fresh, will it cheat the corpse?"

.... After thinking about it several times in a row, Wen Cai became more and more panicked and couldn't fall asleep even more.

"Forget it, let's go out for a walk, the village has been restless these days, maybe that... biting zombie is nearby..."

After getting up and getting dressed, Wen Cai went to the morgue with a lantern to hang out.

But suddenly, he heard an unpleasant sound.

Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang... "This, this, is it a zombie!"

Wen Cai's heart rate soared to 180 in an instant, hurriedly ran back to the auditorium, and took out a large wooden machete that was more than two meters long.

"Who's there! Come out!"

No one answered.

Wen Cai walked into the morgue tremblingly, and tremblingly picked up the lantern to take photos everywhere.

Suddenly, a human face appeared in front of him.

"Ghost!"

"Damn you big head! It's me!"

Qiu Sheng punched Wen Cai on the stomach, "It's me! What are you calling?"

Lifting the lantern and looking at it, I realized that it was Qiusheng.

"You bastard, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you come here to pretend to be a ghost!"

"I just wanted to ask you, why don't you go to the morgue in the middle of the night without sleeping?"