Late at night, the bright moon hangs high, like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

Two hundred miles outside Qingchan City, in a dilapidated temple, a bonfire slowly burned, accompanied by the sound of firewood exploding, bringing some light to this sneaky wilderness.

"Hehe, after doing this, it will be enough to marry the young lady of the Meng family."

Beside the bonfire, a rugged man grinned, but his long eyes fell on the dark coffin next to the broken altar.

No one knows how many great tombs are hidden in the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, and no one knows how much wealth there is. As long as you dare to risk your life, getting rich overnight is no longer a dream.

Therefore, countless people go into the mountains every year with such a dream, but only a handful of them actually come out alive.

In addition to the dangerous tombs, tigers and leopards in the mountains, ghosts and monsters are also the source of broken dreams.

Obviously, this group of people is one of the lucky few.

"Brother Xu, I heard that the daughter of the Meng family has more than two hundred kilograms of gold, can't even step out of the door, and wants a three hundred tael gift. What are you trying to do?"

At this moment, an older man next to him took a puff of his cigarette and grinned softly.

"Hey, you don't understand this..."

"A fat woman all over her body, warm in winter and cool in summer...you don't know the fun in this." The man surnamed Xu laughed in a low voice, with a rippling look on his face covered with stubble.

"What a weird quirk. Have you tried it secretly?"

The old man who smoked dry cigarettes squinted his eyes and shook his head: "It's still Widow Song's Gudao Hotang, it tastes better."

"Widow Song? Mr. Li... that widow is just like an ice pimple on weekdays. How can she be so warm?"

At this moment, the youngest boy among the three spoke.

"Hahaha……"

As soon as these words came out, Old Li Tou and Xu Hanzi looked at each other and laughed.

"My dear grandson, Widow Song is forty-two years old this year. Her charm is still pretty. Although it is an ancient path, it is indeed warm... Only through personal experience can you know..." Xu Hanzi smiled ambiguously.

"Gudao Rechang..." Xiao Sun murmured softly, still looking confused.

"Hahaha...Young man, there are some things you will know when you are older..."

Lao Li took a puff of dry smoke on his head and squinted his eyes and said: "It's not necessarily the arms that have bulging veins, it's not necessarily the knife that stabbed you in the back, it's not necessarily asthma that's hard to breathe, and it's not necessarily high fever that's causing fever all over the body.

Those who kneel down are not necessarily begging for mercy..."

"Hehe... there are some things that you have to do in person to know the truth..."

As he spoke, Lao Li put down the bags under his eyes and cast his slightly focused eyes towards the black lacquered coffin not far away.

"After you finish this job... Mr. Li wants you to eat meat and find a tasty girl..."

"Master Li...I heard someone said that robbing graves and digging up graves damages one's moral character, and that giving birth to a child will make you lose your temper..."

Xiao Sun's peripheral vision glanced at the coffin behind him, and then looked at the sky outside the temple. He subconsciously shrank his neck and spoke with some worry.

"Fuck you..."

Lao Li raised his cigarette and glared sharply, interrupting Xiao Sun's words.

"It seems that you are not that poor... If you don't do this business, you can't even afford to have children, and you still want to..."

Xiao Sun had a drooped face and lowered his head, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Seeing this, Old Li Tou's expression softened a little, and he put down the bags under his eyes and said: "Xiao Sun, don't have any ideological baggage. Our industry is a legitimate craft, and the knowledge in it is inferior to those of other scholars..."

"As the saying goes, look for the dragon and share the gold with him...forget it, why are I telling you this? Just make money, don't be slanderous."

"Master Li, it's not that I'm taboo, I'm just a little scared...I heard that it's easy to come across dirty things in this business..."

Xiao Sun shrank his neck, lowered his voice, and tried to stay as far away from the dark coffin as possible.

"What stupid words are you talking about!? Money is the courage of a hero, Xiao Sun, think about the profit from this trip, you won't be afraid of ghosts and monsters..." Xu Hanzi stared, his eyes glowing with excitement.

The big tomb they stole this time was an ancient tomb. It was very old, at least before Shenzong, and at least a thousand years old.

The only pity is that this large tomb has been visited by others, and now only the black lacquer coffin is left. Although it has not been opened, the black mahogany iron core wood coffin is already priceless. I don’t know how many wealthy businessmen are willing to pay for it.

rush buying.

If there are treasures buried inside, it will be even more profitable, and maybe even a pension for the next life can be earned.

"But……"

The night outside the temple became darker and darker, and the wind in the wilderness was strong, blowing on the dilapidated windows and making a creaking sound, which made Xiao Sun's body tremble twice. The taboo on his face not only did not diminish, but became stronger.

"Stupid boy, we have all come out of the tomb, we won't touch dirty things." Old Li Tou couldn't help but chuckled as he looked at his guilty look.

Boom...boom...boom...

Suddenly, a harsh sound sounded in the dark night. Although it was gentle, it was like a heavy hammer in everyone's ears, causing their hearts to shrink suddenly.

"What sound!?"

Xiao Sun was like a frightened bird, hunched his neck and listened carefully.

Boom...boom...boom...

The rhythmic sound became heavier and heavier, as if something was hitting the door.

"It seems...it came from there..."

Xu Hanzi raised his eyebrows and cast his suspicious gaze on the black coffin quietly placed in the distance.

Under the trembling bonfire, the shadow of the coffin was stretched and swaying faintly.

Old Li Tou was surprised and doubtful, but after all, he was an expert who had been in and out of the tomb all the time. At this moment, he plucked up the courage and cautiously approached the dark coffin.

"Master Li..."

Xiao Sun was so frightened that he couldn't help but warn him.

"It doesn't matter, nothing will happen..."

Lao Li leaned in front of the black coffin, paused, and turned back to whisper.

Pfft...

Suddenly, there was an explosion, the dark coffin cracked open, and a withered and withered arm suddenly stretched out, its ferocious five fingers suddenly spread out, grabbing Old Li Tou's head like an iron pincer.

"Xiao...Xiao Li..."

Pfft...

The five fingers intertwined, and the head exploded like a watermelon. Scarlet blood mixed with white pulp splashed on Xiao Sun's face.

"The corpse...the corpse has changed..."

Xu Hanzi screamed, the yellow and white thing fell to the ground, his trembling voice revealed endless fear.

The evil wind suddenly rose, suppressing the bonfire and causing it to bow its head. Xu Hanzi instinctively turned around and rushed towards the temple entrance.

Bang……

The dark coffin shattered, and a rotten and ferocious long tail surged out, like a big snake, directly piercing Xu Hanzi's body. The next moment, the weak flesh and blood body was immediately torn apart, and was blown away by the weird tail.

Grind into minced meat.

Xiao Sun suddenly collapsed to the ground, and his fingers touched Xu Hanzi's flesh.

At this moment, he looked down with the help of a weak bonfire. In the broken coffin, there was actually a colorful civet cat, as big as a wild wolf, with a strong corpse smell all over its body, which almost made him faint.

"How...how could it be...a demon...a demon..."

There seemed to be a voice roaring in Xiao Sun's heart, and he knew he was dead.

roar……

At this moment, the strange civet cat let out a terrifying and hoarse roar, and its scarlet eyes were like faint fire, noticing his presence.

"The demon dies and turns into a corpse...what a rare thing..."

Suddenly, a ethereal and melodious voice slowly sounded in the cold night.

Xiao Sun was startled, and when he looked back, he saw two beautiful figures walking slowly under the moonlight, like fairies banished to the sky. One had beautiful eyes hidden in gold, flowing and moving, while the other was seductive and charming, as beautiful as frost.

"Sister Scorpion, Beimang's Hundred Thousand Barren Hills is indeed a world-famous place for raising corpses... It is indeed rare for a demon to become a corpse after it dies..."

Xia Chanming looked at the colorful civet cat that exuded a stench and couldn't help but sigh.

Life and death have destiny, entering silence is like a lamp going out, corpse transformation is like rebirth, and so on, it is like a strange creature born outside the reincarnation.

It is not easy for ordinary humans or animals to turn into corpses after death, let alone the corpses of monsters and ghosts.

This is like the difficulty of carving and shaping a piece of wood and a piece of iron ore.

"Although he is a demon and a ghost, he is still the lowest walking zombie..."

Xie Pipa looked indifferent and murmured softly.

Even if zombies transform, there are also levels. The lowest walking zombies only have the simplest instincts, killing and drinking blood, without even the simplest consciousness. They also have many weaknesses, such as fear of sunlight, chicken blood, peach wood, etc.

Among the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, the most common ones are walking corpses.

The corpse turns into a zombie, changes like life, and is between yin and yang, so it is called a zombie.
To be continued...