Wang Ting was clothed in a shroud, bending his body and approaching step by step, he wanted to see what was going on.

Li Jianguo followed behind him, glanced at the shroud on Wang Ting's body, and felt an inexplicable heartbeat, just now he seemed to hear countless evil spirits screaming and roaring on the shroud.

When he looked at the shroud, he vaguely felt that countless pairs of vicious eyes appeared on the shroud.

Li Jianguo shuddered unconsciously, stopped looking at the shroud, and crept forward behind Wang Ting.

It didn't take long for Wang Ting to stop, although there was still some distance from the white coffin in the center of the village, he didn't dare to go any further, this distance was already enough, and who knew if he would be found any further.

Untie the ghost rope and let it creep forward, Wang Ting was draped in a shroud, squatting in the grass on the ground and motionless.

Li Jianguo, who was behind him, saw him stop, first looked back behind him, didn't find anything unusual, and squatted directly in place.

In the center of the village, surrounded by a circle of ghost slaves, there was no sound in the silence all around.

The scene froze for half an hour.

Wang Ting squatted in the grass, staring closely at the white coffin in the center of the village, what age is this, how can anyone still use this kind of coffin?

Boom... Boom... Boom!

Suddenly, a dull knocking sound sounded, which seemed extremely strange in the silence of the night.

The faces of the two changed drastically, because the voice actually came from the white coffin in the center of the village!

The dull knocking sound rang out again and again, what was it in?

Wang Ting's body was almost lying on the ground, this scene was too penetrating.

Li Jianguo's eyes stared at the white coffin, not knowing what he was thinking.

The ghost slaves in the three circles outside the three circles here almost surrounded the coffin tightly, without leaking a single gap.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the coffin board was directly overturned by a strong force, and a bloody aura that was so thick that it rose to the sky, and at the moment when the coffin was opened, a terrible wail sounded at the same time, and the contents were directly exposed.

Wang Ting opened his mouth in shock, and Li Jianguo behind him also had the same expression.

The blood on the face of the thing standing up in the coffin had dried up, the skin of the face was heavily rotten, the face was distorted, two sharp fangs protruded deeply into the lower lip, and several white and fat maggots wriggled on the face, as long as it was a little harder, the skin of the face was mixed with maggots falling and falling.

The nails evolved into hard nails, showing a pitch-black color, sharp and long, and the smell of a gust of wind blowing through it almost didn't directly smoke Wang Ting, a strong smell of rancid and bloody.

"It's... Is it a zombie?"

Wang Ting was shocked, how could there be such a thing? Not only him, but even Li Jianguo on his side was the same, strange and unknown changes had taken place in this world, and the appearance of ghosts had already collapsed people's three views.

But after all, the ghost thing has appeared in a long time ago, and it is barely acceptable, so what does this zombie that suddenly pop out of now?

There are many paranormal events on the global forum every day, one after another, but this zombie incident has never been heard of.

As soon as this zombie appeared, the ghost slave who was originally kneeling on the ground suddenly let out a howl and pounced on the zombie.

"Aren't they a gang?" Li Jianguo scratched his head, a little unclear about the situation, and Wang Ting couldn't figure out what was going on?

This zombie was obviously much stronger than the group of ghost slaves, and its nails were extremely sharp and flashed with a faint black light.

Each attack struck the onrushing oni in two, and its nails were as long as a dagger.

The sharp nails easily inserted into the chest of the ghost slave, directly tearing a ghost slave alive.

The rain of blood that filled the air turned into wisps of streams that it sucked into its mouth.

The number of ghost slaves is nearly a thousand, if it were Wang Ting and Li Jianguo, they would have been divided into corpses by ghost slaves a long time ago.

But this zombie seemed to be tireless, waving its claws mechanically, and these ghost slaves were as vulnerable as children in front of it.

Nearly a thousand ghost slaves were wiped out in less than an hour.

What kind of strength is this? Devil or Devil?

It stands to reason that the blood of these ghost slaves will coagulate after death, but this zombie didn't know what method to use, so it actually let the blood gather into a small stream, and it swallowed it all when it opened its mouth.

The horror of this zombie was far beyond Wang Ting's imagination, and at the same time, the zombie that had finished sucking blood raised its head to the sky and let out a roar.

The sound shook all over the wilderness, and even the dark clouds above its head were dispersed, and the next moment a blue palm quietly covered its face.

The blood-clad ghost who has been hiding... appeared.

The zombie apparently senses that something is wrong, and its actions are completely different from the zombies in the movie, and it is limited to bouncing.

On the contrary, it is very fast and agile.

Almost at the same time, its claws grabbed the palm of the blood-clothed ghost, and a cold aura that did not infuse the blood-clothed ghost bloomed at all, Wang Ting shivered, and the temperature here dropped significantly by more than ten degrees.

The blood-clothed ghost was directly thrown out, and the speed of the zombie was very fast, so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in place, pinching the blood-clothed ghost's neck and smashing it on the ground with a bang, splashing dust.

But before the blood-clothed ghost could be torn apart, the next moment the blood-clothed ghost turned into a puddle of blood and fell to the ground, and then returned to its original state, and once again appeared on the zombie's head, its face was glowing with a strange cyan pupil, completely white, and the bloody clothes that had been attached to it suddenly grew wildly and spread wildly, wrapping the zombie caught off guard.

Immediately after that, the chains that came out of nowhere will be wrapped around the zombies.

"Click!"

The roar of the zombies rang out again, and the sound of clothes being torn rang out. The bloody clothes were torn apart directly, but in the next moment, they suddenly changed back to their original state!

The zombie still wants to struggle, but the blood-clad ghost doesn't give him this chance.

Its struggling body suddenly stood still, as if it had been immobilized, and Wang Ting felt a sense of familiarity.

glanced at Li Jianguo, but found that the other party's face was extremely ugly: "This is the ability of the ghost in Ding Xuan's body, which can suppress the ghost's actions." ”

Wang Ting suddenly realized that Ding Xuan hadn't appeared for so long, and the ghost in her body was controlled by the blood-clothed ghost again, so her fate was already obvious.

But although Ding Xuan's ghost has a strange ability, its strength is limited, although it suppressed the zombie's actions, but in less than a second, the zombie under the bloody clothes began to struggle violently again.

"Click... Click... Click......"

The bloody clothes were constantly torn and returned to their original state again and again, and this competition was completely about seeing who could not hold on first.

This battle lasted for more than half an hour, and Wang Ting retreated again and again, for fear that the immortal fight would affect the pond fish, and Li Jianguo, who was originally staying by his side, withdrew and went far away.

The zombies under the bloody clothes struggled weaker and weaker, and in the end, there was no movement at all.

That zombie just died?

Wang Ting couldn't believe it, how to say that he was also a famous zombie, so he couldn't just get a boxed lunch as soon as he appeared.

Three minutes passed... Five minutes... Ten minutes.

The two people crouching in the grass looked at each other.

Apparently impatient, the blood-clad ghost withdrew his blood-clad and flashed straight into the open coffin.

But at this moment, the moment the blood-clothed ghost withdrew the blood-clothed clothes, a pair of sharp claws suddenly grabbed it from behind.

The fangs in the zombie's mouth bit down on the neck of the blood-clothed ghost, which was not sucking blood, but absorbing the ghostly energy of the blood-clothed ghost.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the blood-clad ghost was sucked without any resistance, without making any resistance.

"It's a zombie, this thing is really fierce!" Li Jianguo sighed with wide eyes, his voice was very low, obviously this zombie gave him a feeling that was not easy.

Wang Ting looked at the scene in front of him intently, and always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness: "Something is wrong, take a look!"

In barely a minute, the zombie completely sucked the Bloodsuit clean.

"Am I thinking too much?" Wang Ting muttered in his heart.

After sucking the blood-clothed ghost, the strength of the zombie has obviously skyrocketed, and the ghost qi on its body has obviously swelled to a limit.

It was the height of summer, but Wang Ting felt as if he had come to the cold winter wax moon, and the cold chill was about to swallow him.

Suddenly, Wang Ting's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw something that made him doubt his eyes.

The Bloodcoat has been completely sucked up, leaving no trace.

The red dress that had fallen to the side with the disappearance of the blood-clothed ghost and was soaked in blood and dyed blood-colored suddenly climbed onto the zombie's legs.

In just an instant, the zombie didn't even have time to let out a roar and put up any resistance.

And this time, no matter how the zombies struggled inside, the bloody clothes showed no signs of being torn.

Wang Ting couldn't help but gasp, and everything suddenly opened up in front of him.

The real ghost is not a ghost! but this bloody coat......

Then those ghost things before may just be puppets in this bloody clothes, Wang Ting suddenly remembered one thing, Zhang Meng, the ghost protector who disappeared more than a month ago.

Codename: Ghost.

His ability is that any life he kills will be enslaved, and if so, then it makes sense why those villagers in the previous village would become ghost slaves after they died.

No wonder, no wonder the previous blood-clothed ghost obviously looked like a man.

But how did Zhang Meng, who was already dead, come across this bloody coat? The person was already dead, and Wang Ting couldn't guess it.

As he thought, the bloody clothes had returned to their original form, and the zombie turned around and walked towards the coffin that came out before.

It moves slowly, as if it doesn't have full control over its body.

This incident was not the work of the village in the first place, and the real source has always been this bloody coat.

The bloody clothes were originally placed in this white coffin, but Zhang Meng got it, and at this time, the zombie didn't know why it entered this coffin.

And Zhang Meng, who became a bloody ghost, was obviously occupied by this zombie and couldn't go back.

Only then did he control the ghost slave, surround the coffin, and force the zombies inside to come out.

And after the bloody clothes devoured Zhang Meng, after Zhang Meng's death, they devoured the zombie again.

The zombie lay in the coffin, and the coffin board that had been knocked out flew back on its own and buckled on it again.

Everything is calm again.

A bird chirped, a breeze gusted, Wang Ting came back to his senses and suddenly found that the sky... It's already lit up.