"Boom."

There was another sound like a knock on the door.

There's something next door!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly replaced the rusty kitchen knife with a rusty dagger and the wooden stick with a long gun.

Carrying the weapon, he ran out of the room with light steps. The moonlight was like frost and the surroundings were silent.

Zhang Yuanqing bent over and secretly leaned toward the window.

The paper covering the window had long been torn. He squatted under the window, carefully raised his head, and looked in through a hole in the lattice window.

The cold, frosty moonlight was compressed into beams of light by the holes in the roof, bringing light to this narrow room.

Seeing the scene in the room, Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

In the dark and silent room, there were three old coffins with mottled black paint and dusty lids.

Next to the coffin lay two mummies, wearing labor protection uniforms. One of them had a copper awl rolling down his hand.

The awl attracted Zhang Yuanqing's attention. This thing was half an arm long and was made of brass. The awl handle was engraved with incantations and carvings. It was made with fine workmanship. The key was that all the weapons were rusty, but it was yellow and missing.

Patina.

A picture appeared in his mind for no reason, that of Empress Sandaoshan's hand, with her five fingers folded together to make a holding gesture.

But the palms of my hands were empty.

"Boom"

The muffled sound came again, and Zhang Yuanqing had to move his eyes to look at the coffin in the middle.

There was a heartbreaking "creak" sound, and the coffin lid slowly slid open.

A blue-black palm reached out and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

Then, a terrifying figure sat up from the coffin.

Through the bright moonlight shining from the roof, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly see the appearance of the thing. It was wrapped in ragged clothes, its face was swollen, highly decayed, and its lifeless eyeballs were bulging.

The hair is like dead grass, messy on the top of the head.

"Hoho~"

It raised its head, facing the moonlight above its head, and exhaled a breath of turbid corpse air, its two sharp fangs were shocking.

Zombies? Zombies!!

Zhang Yuanqing felt that his uncle Ying was suffering from PTSD.

It turned out to be a zombie. Yes, it should be a zombie. Otherwise, what would be the significance of the consumable Zombie Suppression Talisman? Zhang Yuanqing began to think about quitting. After exploring to this point, the information obtained was enough.

It's time to go back to the main hall.

But at this moment, my shoulders suddenly sank, and the familiar coldness came, eroding my body and bringing goosebumps to my body.

At this critical moment, the lying-shoulder ghost comes.

When fifteen minutes arrived, Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

In this ancient temple full of crises, the spirit is highly tense, and it is difficult to find the energy to count the time silently. We can only rely on feeling to guess, which will lead to deviations.

The appearance of the lying-shouldered resentful spirit made matters worse, and the next scene only added fuel to the fire.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin raised his head, lowered his protruding eyeballs, and looked toward the window, peering out of the window to peer into his own eyes.

.Zhang Yuanqing jumped up, turned around and ran away in the horror of goosebumps.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the loud clang of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

Not daring to look back, he ran with heavy steps, carrying the resentful spirit on his shoulders.

There was another loud bang, and the door was knocked open.

Zhang Yuanqing turned his head while running wildly, and saw a hideous figure wrapped in tattered clothes rushing out of the house, leaping fiercely, and pursuing him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

Is this a zombie? Where is it frozen? His expression changed drastically, he spun his feet, used inertia to complete his turn, and stabbed the zombie in the chest with a gun.

Punch the tail of the gun into the ground to form a simple horse-repelling stake.

At the same time, he saw a hideous hole in the zombie's chest, and his heart seemed to have been ripped out.

Big brother? Zombie is the big brother in the handbook!

The next moment, a zombie rushed at him with a long gun. The finger-thick body of the gun collapsed like a full moon, and then broke with a 'click'.

Without any time to think, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the spear and rolled past the feet of the zombies. His nose was filled with the smell of corpses, and the sound of a broadsword slashing to the ground could be heard behind him.

He rolled all the way behind the zombie, jumped up on his knees, and swung the short knife in his hand.

"when!"

The short knife struck the back of the zombie's head, like cutting through steel. Apart from cutting off a few hairs like dead grass, it did not cause any damage.

On the contrary, Zhang Yuanqing was in severe pain from the force transmitted from the handle of the knife, and almost dropped the weapon.

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

Zhang Yuanqing was horrified, and immediately saw the zombie turning around quickly, raising his hands with black and sharp nails, and clasping his shoulders.

The pain came immediately.

Sharp black nails pierced his skin, and the bright red blood dyed his coat red.

The smell of blood stimulated it, and a scarlet light filled the depths of its protruding eyeballs. The zombie opened its fangs, spit out foul-smelling gas, and bit Zhang Yuanqing's neck fiercely.

The purifying effect of the candlelight was still there, and he did not lose his mind due to fear. As soon as he thought about it, the fluorescent blue inventory appeared, and he had an extra talisman in his hand.

Thumb thump thump... The zombies who were so ferocious and violent just a moment ago actually backed away when they saw this talisman paper, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

It works, it's afraid of me, and it has a certain amount of wisdom... Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in the wounds on his arms, tensed his muscles, stared at the zombie, carried the resentful spirit on his shoulders, and slowly backed away step by step.

As he retreated, he prayed that the female ghost in the well would not come forward and cause trouble.

During this process, the zombie let out a horrifying roar from its rotting throat, and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with scarlet eyes.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of the zombies or because Zhang Yuanqing was walking backwards. The female ghost in the well did not appear. Zhang Yuanqing exited the east courtyard and returned to the quadrangle. He did not dare to stop for a step, stumbled towards the main hall, and flew near the main hall.

When the eaves of the house were raised, an illusory scream sounded in my ears.

With a light shoulder, all negative effects dissipate.

.

"Whoosh whoosh"

In the main hall, Zhang Yuanqing was leaning against the lattice door, panting, and his legs and feet were spasming uncontrollably.

This is partly out of fear and partly a physiological reaction after the adrenaline wears off.

After resting for a few minutes, the adrenaline subsided and the wounds on his arms began to hurt. He grinned and took off his coat and T-shirt, only to see that his two arms were scratched with bloody flesh, and the blood flowing out was red and black.

It's obvious that zombies' nails contain poison.

The situation suddenly got worse.

"There is no disinfectant here, and there is no tetanus shot. Will the corpse poison attack quickly? I won't be poisoned and die, right?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and he was surprised to find that he was not very afraid. Then he realized that it had nothing to do with him, it was the courage given by the candle.

He bathed in the candlelight, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

"Now that I have been poisoned by corpse poison, I can't delay it any longer. Let's just take the second plan."

Before entering the spiritual realm, Zhang Yuanqing made two plans for himself. The first plan was to carefully explore the mountain temple, control the information, and then find a way to crack it.

It's a steady and steady approach.

Then, inspired by playing games with his aunt, looking for patterns and methods, he formulated a second relatively risky plan.

Try to conquer the red dancing shoes.

Since they are all props, and the yellow paper charm can be used by him, who says that the red dancing shoes can't be used?

Guan Ya said that if you crack the rules of regular props, you have a certain probability of conquering them.

& nbsp p; "With my ability, it is unlikely to rely on myself to put the yellow paper symbol in the zombie's head."

Putting the talisman paper on the forehead of a ferocious, terrifying and wise creature is like a child holding a knife to challenge an adult. Although adults are afraid of the blade, it does not mean that children can really hurt adults.

Zhang Yuanqing no longer delayed, stood up holding the lattice door, crossed the threshold, and came to the courtyard in front of the main hall.

This is where he first encountered the red shoes.

The full moon is like a disk, with ancient houses, wild grass and dancing shadows of trees.

He waited and waited, waited and waited... He stood among the weeds for a long time, alert to the changes around him, but he still couldn't wait for the red shoes to appear.

This pair of shoes seemed to have no fixed territory. It first followed him when he entered the temple, and then appeared in the courtyard. Now he doesn't know where he went.

Zhang Yuanqing, whose physical condition worsened the longer he delayed, sighed, turned around helplessly, and returned to the main hall.

As soon as he finished turning around, his body suddenly froze.
To be continued...