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Chapter Eighteen: Yi Zhuang; Zombies

Tang Ye followed closely and entered the charity village. He was facing a large yard with flowers, plants, vegetables and vegetables.

On both sides of the yard, there are rows of side rooms, and screams are coming from the left.

Taoist Master Linghe ran away quickly. Although he was fat, his steps were quite flexible, and he obviously had a foundation in martial arts.

The door of the side room was open. After entering, I immediately saw pairs of coffins placed neatly inside. At a rough look, there were at least dozens of them.

So many coffins?

Tang Ye couldn't help but be surprised.

Although I had known that the charity villages had coffins and corpses, there were too many of them. It was only on one side, if the other side, the backyard, was the same, then there were hundreds of them in total?

Living with so many coffins makes my scalp numb even if I think about it.

It's indeed not an ordinary person.

In a corner near the southeast, a man stood next to a pair of coffins.

If you say "standing" is inaccurate, your body is bowing.

It was a bit serious. One of his right hands actually penetrated into the coffin, as if he had been caught by something and pulled it hard.

The whole coffin was moving, and it looked very strange.

The guy screamed and tried his best to break free so as not to be pulled into the coffin.

The whole scene is a bit terrifying, but a bit funny.

Taoist Master Linghe stepped forward and slapped his palm on the cover of the coffin, with a sound of blouse.

The thing inside was frightened and immediately let go.

The unlucky guy who was caught before quickly pulled out.

Bang!

The Taoist pushed the backhand and closed the lid of the coffin. With his other hand, he twisted out a talisman from the Taoist bag and slapped it on the wood of the coffin.

The whole coffin settled down immediately and never moved again.

The guy who broke free reached out and rolled up his sleeves, saw a circle of blue and purple on his wrist, grinning in pain.

Tang Ye looked at him and had a very bitter face, his eyebrows and eyes were almost frowning together, which was a typical unlucky appearance.

It is rare for people to look like this, giving people an inexplicable sense of joy.

He kept the half-length mushroom head and bowed, "Thank you for your help."

Taoist Master Linghe said angrily: "Wencai, have you lifted the lid again to see the body?"

Wen Cai hurriedly said: "This coffin burns incense very quickly every day. I am worried that the corpse will change, so I can't help but open it and take a look, and I almost got dragged in."

Taoist Master Linghe shook his head, as if he was accustomed to his reckless behavior, and introduced: "Wencai, this is my newly accepted apprentice Tang Ye, you will know each other."

Wencai ran over happily: "Wow, I have more companions."

Tang Ye couldn't guess how old this guy was. He was a disciple, who was about the same in his early twenties, but someone believed him, forty or fifty years.

Seeing Wencai, Taoist Linghe shouted, "Have you checked the coffin? It's getting dark, go and do things quickly. Remember to add oil to the Requiem lamp."

“Okay OK.”

Wencai then left reluctantly.

In fact, from beginning to end, Tang Ye almost never spoke.

Taoist Linghe said: "The others are good, they are often tricked and bullied by Qiu Sheng and don't lose their temper."

Tang Ye asked: "If he was dragged into the coffin just now, wouldn't he be in trouble?"

Taoist Master Linghe smiled: "There is a layout here..."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Eight divination mirrors are hung from all directions, and eighteen soul retention lamps are hung; there are money swords inserted in important directions; as for each coffin, there are corpse-suppressing talismans; burn incense and worship every day..."

To put it in detail, it is very clear.

"These formation layouts are all for suppressing the dead bodies and souls, so that they cannot mutate corpses, and can only stay in the coffin honestly."

He paused: "Also, don't be rash and clumsy when reading literary talent. The second senior brother has shown him the appearance and touched the bones. Although this guy is not good at learning skills, he has a strange fate and is very hard. He is born with heartlessness. It is most suitable to use it to guard the Yizhuang."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ye couldn't help but laugh: That's really the case.

Not to mention anything else, living alone here, this courage, mind and nature alone will be nothing.

If you ask yourself, if you ask Tang Ye to come, he might be scared.

Taoist Master Linghe said again: "I have said before that this place is not an ordinary charity farm. Ordinary corpses will not be placed here. Most of the coffins are zombies."

Tang Ye asked: "Master, I still don't understand. How can a person become a zombie when he dies and the light goes out?"

Taoist Master Linghe explained: "When a person dies, the lamp is turned off, and that is a dead corpse; but when a person dies, if there is a accumulated qi, resentment, hatred, anger, anger, depression, or evil qi... In this way, death will continue to qi. When it is penetrated into the soil, it mixes with the yin energy and forms certain conditions, then it will become a zombie."

Tang Ye is different from ordinary apprentices. Taoist is very patient: "Zombies are strong, invulnerable to swords and guns, and cannot be defeated by martial arts. After they are unearthed, they will harm the world, hunt blood and food, and increase their strength. Our lineage is mainly to deal with these zombies. After subduing, seal the zombies into the coffin and refine their corpse energy. You have already entered the artifacts and should know that corpse energy is also one of the materials for cultivating objects."

Tang Ye nodded. These content knowledge are really shocking and very bizarre.

"There are more than one zombie, and the level is divided according to the strength, namely purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hair zombie, flying zombie..."

"Purple zombie, a newly formed zombie, lilac, cannot move freely, it is best to deal with..."

"White zombie, this is basically formed. It can be unearthed and left the coffin, but it is afraid of light and fire, chickens and dogs, and even people..."

"Green zombie, all over, I'm afraid of sunlight, but I'm acting fast and already possesses great lethal power..."

"The hair zombie has grown all over her body, and her copper-skinned and iron bones are truly powerful zombies. They dare to appear in the daytime. The ordinary fire cannot burn it. They need to use Taoist true fire... The second brother cultivated the true fire..."

"Flying zombie, this is fierce, known as the corpse king. It is said that it can fly to the sky and escape from the earth and has various means. At least it has been practiced for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, to achieve success. However, I have lived for decades and have only heard of its name and have never seen it before."

Tang Ye was fascinated by the fact that he didn't expect that there were so many things in it, just like listening to a novel of the strange ghosts.

Taoist Master Linghe pointed to the coffin all over the room: "These lying are basically purple zombies and white zombies. We brothers, walking around, smelling the corpse energy, expelling evil spirits and destroying demons. When we meet zombies, we excavate and unearth them, seal them again, put them in the charity village, and suppress them so that they will not harm the world. Some of them also have green zombies, but in the environment of charity village, the corpse energy on their bodies will be constantly reduced, and they will fall from green zombies to white zombies and purple zombies. In the end, if all corpse energy is lost, they will become ordinary dead zombies, so that they can be buried again."

"It is a tradition to be buried in the soil and will not be easily burned."
Chapter completed!
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