But after the white-haired monster folded over and sat up from the coffin, he shook his shoulders and head one by one, first from left to right, and then from right to left.

Then the white-haired monster suddenly let out a long roar, bent itself, and jumped out of the coffin.

At this time, Yang Congxun saw that there were still a few strands of tattered cloth hanging on the lower half of the white-haired monster, and then he realized that this white-haired monster was a corpse demon who was secretly hiding here and hiding from the sun to cultivate through the coffin!

At this time, Yang Congxun was taken aback, and even the alcohol on his body was half sober.

However, this person has always been bold, and he feels that he is upstairs, even if the corpse demon changes, he can't help himself; So he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, crept to the side of the small window, and carefully poked his head out, looking out the window carefully.

At this time, I saw the white-haired zombie crawl out of the coffin with his hands and feet, and as soon as he turned around, he knelt on the ground and bowed to his coffin.

Yang Congxun couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this, and said that Yang was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had only heard that the newlyweds had to perform a worship ceremony when they were together, but he had never heard that zombies would bow to the coffin where they were sleeping.

After the white-haired zombie bowed twice, it stood up and began to walk around the coffin with clear light on the ground.

I watched the zombie raise its hands and feet like a stiff wooden man, as if it was singing and dancing under the moon.

At this time, Yang Congxun suddenly woke up: where was this zombie worshipping the coffin before, he was clearly worshipping the full moon hanging in the night sky!

Thinking of this, Yang Congxun couldn't help but be very proud, thinking that although he was scared by eating that zombie, it could be regarded as an eye-opener, and when he returned to his hometown on another day, he would have the capital to drink and brag with others.

However, most of the things in this world are very happy and sad, and Yang Congxun was smug, and suddenly there was a strange itch in his nasal cavity, and he couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze.

This sneeze sounded, Yang Congxun suddenly shouted 'Oops' in his heart, and hurriedly probed to see the movement of the zombie, and it happened that at this time, the white-haired zombie also turned his head to look at the attic because he heard the human voice, and the two eyes collided.

Seeing that there was a living person watching, the zombie suddenly roared angrily, suddenly jumped up from the ground, rushed to the attic in a few steps, and then turned his body vertically, opened his sharp claws, and pounced on Yang Congxun in the attic.

Fortunately, the small window in the attic opened quite high, and the zombie failed to reach the small window in this jump, and finally fell heavily less than a foot from the window.

After the zombie missed, it turned around and jumped backwards, then ran a few times, and pounced fiercely again.

This time, the white-haired zombie jumped a foot higher than the last time, and although it failed to jump into the attic from the small window, it also managed to reach the window lattice.

The white-haired zombie went down with this claw, and the sawdust flew everywhere in the window lattice, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, I saw that there were four claw grooves about half an inch deep left on the solid wood window lattice!

Seeing that after the zombie fell, he jumped into the distance again to prepare to run, Yang Congxin said that if he didn't fight at this time, when would he wait? If you really want this white-haired zombie to jump into the window, how can I be alive Yang Mou?

So Yang Congxun reached out and picked up the candlestick on the small table, took down the candles on the candlestick, and then dropped the candlesticks in his hand one by one, and lifted the tip of the candle with a bright lift.

When the zombie jumped to the window for the third time, Yang Congxun used all his strength, turned upside down, picked up the candlestick, and stabbed the tip of the candlestick in his hand at one of the zombie's red eyes.

Just listening to the sound of 'ding', Yang Congxun felt as if he had stabbed a layer of iron plates, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let the tip of the candlestick move forward even a bit.

Yang Congxun was in a hurry, and once again picked up the candlestick in his hand and smashed it at the zombie's head.

Hearing only a muffled sound of 'bang', Yang Congxun felt like he had smashed a stone statue hard, and the candlestick in his hand snapped in half with a 'click'!

Fortunately, although Yang Congxun smashed the candlestick this time, the zombie that jumped in mid-air also lost its focus under Yang Congxun's hard blow and fell to the ground again.

When the zombie jumped up for the fourth time, this Yang Congxun had nothing available at hand to defend against the enemy.

In a panic, Yang picked up a box of books on the table and smashed it with all his strength according to the zombie's head.

But he didn't want the zombie to be smashed on the forehead by Yang Congxun's box book on the way to jump, and immediately turned over and fell, falling to the ground motionless.

Yang Cong followed him and easily escaped death, and when he saw that the zombies on the ground were no longer moving, he got up and wanted to run down the stairs to the front yard.

Who knew that Yang Congxun had just run two steps before he fell to the ground with a grunt, it turned out that he was extremely frightened, and his hands and feet were already weak.

But it was said that Yang Cong followed him to lie on the ground and gasp for a moment, and then he was shocked, stood up against the wall, and then pushed the door and ran downstairs all the way to the front yard, banging on the door of the host and shouting for help.

When the host opened the door, he was also very frightened: "At first, the old man was worried that the donor would open the small window and cause trouble when he was sleeping, so he repeatedly warned him not to open the small window without permission, but why did the donor refuse to listen?"

Now that the night is deep, the old man does not dare to go out at night, so he has to aggrieve the donor and me to take refuge in this room for the time being, and then take a long-term view after tomorrow morning. ”

When it was dawn the next day, the old abbot went out to find more than a dozen villagers in a nearby village.

Everyone was so frightened that they went to the deserted grave behind the small temple with a flat pole hoe and other weapons, and sure enough, they saw a white-haired zombie lying on his back under the attic window.

I saw that the zombie's whole body was more than an inch long, white hair as hard as a steel needle, the teeth in the big cracked mouth on the face were black and shiny, and the nails of each of the ten fingers were more than two inches long, and they were faintly shining with cold light.

Seeing this, the old abbot hurriedly proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, it seems that this is the corpse demon who was harmed last night, fortunately, this monster was knocked down by Yang Shizhu's blow."

If this thing is cultivated out of the climate, it will inevitably harm people and animals, and at present, Yang Shizhu can be regarded as a major harm to the local area. ”

After thanking Yang Xiucai, the neighbors scattered around to find some dry firewood, and used a flat pole to put the white-haired zombie in the fire and burned it.

When the fire was lit and burned, the corpse of the white-haired zombie kept making a strange sound of "zizi" in the fire, and the stench emitted was disgusting.

Just when everyone was setting fire to Bai Zhuang, the old abbot happened to see a book that Yang Congxun had used to beat corpses last night rolling down at his feet.

When the host picked up the book and looked at it, he found that it was actually a copy of "Zhou Yi", so he couldn't help but hold the book, pointed at Yang Congxun and laughed: "This Xiucai's weapon is really different!" ”

However, Yang Congxun was scared when he just ate zombies last night, and he never fell asleep all night under the panic, and he was already sleepy and tired at this time, and his body was indescribably sore.

Now that it is easy to see the zombies being cremated by everyone, Yang Congxun no longer has the heart to deal with the host's ridicule, and after giving a few bows to everyone present, he returned to the attic to rest.

Just when Yang Congxun was sleeping groggyly, he vaguely felt that there was a fiery red shadow squatting on the beam directly above his forehead.

At this time, Yang Congxun suddenly felt that something had fallen from the sky and was smashing on the door in front of him, and when he touched it with his hand, he found that it was actually a chicken wing bone that had been gnawed naked?

At this time, Yang Congxun heard someone on the beam ask in a strange tone.

"Hey, Xiucai over there, you really used a good trick last night, this hand of "Zhou Yi" is really beautiful, and the third master wanted to help him at first...... Wu Na Xiucai, can you solve "Yi"? ”