The coffin contained an intact corpse, but the skin was a little wrinkled, and everything else was well preserved. The body of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was actually wearing a cyan robe from hundreds of years ago, and his feet were tied with a black cotton thread, and even his waist, hands, and neck were tied by this black cotton thread.

It's just so weird!

"This ...... It can't be a zombie, right?" I looked at Mo Yiming, waiting for him to speak.

I remember that there is a record in the secret art of yin and yang, there are many kinds of corpses, those that are dead but not stiff are called walking corpses, and those who are stiff and can still move after death are called zombies!

Mo Yiming didn't speak, just frowned slightly, looked carefully at the corpse in the coffin, and then looked up at the sun in the sky.

I walked up to Mo Yiming, lowered my voice and deliberately teased, "Hey, if this is a zombie...... Isn't that your kind? Shouldn't you have a common language?"

"Leng Qiange, it seems ...... I haven't punished you in the past few days, and you have become more inch-inch?" Mo Yiming hooked the corners of his lips, exuding an evil aura all over his body.

This zombie is too dangerous, so I'd better stay away.

"Get some gasoline and burn the corpse!" Mo Yiming finished speaking, and pulled my bag over.

Several people went to prepare things, and only me and Mo Yiming were left in the square.

Seeing him take out a box of cinnabar, brushes, and rune paper from his bag, I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mo Yiming, how can you understand these things? Moreover, my rune paper and compass can't hurt you, are you really a zombie?"

He glanced up at me, continued the movement in his hand, and used a brush dipped in cinnabar to draw a rune on the rune paper: "In front of me, the things you will know are just pediatrics." ”

"Mo Yiming, can you still chat happily?" I glared at him, my gaze falling on the rune.

This rune...... It's strange, I think I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Sister Leng, I've found gasoline!" Lin Jiayu strode back with an iron bucket, exhausted and panting.

I nodded, opened the gasoline canister, and was about to spill gasoline on the corpse when a group of people ran not far away.

"Wait! corpses can't be burned ......"

These people were supposed to be the townspeople, and Fauber was among them.

"I can't burn it, this corpse can't be burned~" A middle-aged man with a fat body snatched the oil drum from my hand and looked at the corpse in the coffin with complicated eyes.

Fauber walked over and introduced, "Officer Leng, this ...... It's the mayor here. ”

I nodded slightly and looked at the mayor: "This corpse ......"

"This corpse must not be burned!" The mayor of the town stood in front of the coffin, completely in a posture of not letting go of the way: "This is the ancestor of our town, how can it be burned, this is a big disrespect!"

"Heh!" Mo Yi snorted coldly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly walked to my side: "Are you sure...... This is your ancestors, and the position you are standing in now is auspicious, and if you plant a tree in this position, it will be a feng shui tree, and it must be auspicious. But ......"

"If you build a house or bury it in this location, it will be a big evil! Not only will the descendants be affected, but even the surrounding feng shui will be affected!" Mo Yi glanced at the surrounding residents coldly, and finally fell on the mayor: "Excuse me, which ancestor will curse his descendants?"

"This ......"

After listening to Mo Yiming's words, the people around were all speechless, stunned and didn't know what to do.

The mayor hesitated for a moment, and his attitude changed: "This corpse ...... If you really can't burn it, is there any other way? Or, find another cemetery to bury the body?"