My throat was tight, I couldn't speak, I came down from the upstairs tremblingly, it was already night, the house was brightly lit, but the doors and windows were closed, I could clearly see and feel, this place was not quite right, this room was shrouded in a thin layer of fog, when I looked at the past, it was like the cold air in the refrigerator, and it was because of the existence of these cold air that I was awakened alive.

"Liu Zheng?"

My voice echoed through the empty hall, and even echoed.

But no one answered me.

The coffin that was placed in the hall on the first floor was opened.

There was no longer black gas on the sides of the coffin.

I stood on the edge of the coffin, scared and weak, which is impossible to make up for by watching many horror movies, fear is fear, especially when I am there.

There was always a voice in my ear: "Go see, go see"

People are curious.

Even though I was scared of being like this, I couldn't help but want to go up and see what was going on.

I walked slowly in the direction of the coffin, and I could hear myself swallowing clearly.

This coffin, it looks, is even more bright red than the color just now, to be honest, I only realized it now, the color of this coffin is too bright red, red is not normal.

As I was about to reach the edge of the coffin, I suddenly heard a sharp cat meow behind me: "Meow! ”

Nima, Lao Tzu's hairs stood up, and the whole person was caught off guard and fell into the coffin.

I saw an old man with pale skin sleeping in the coffin, this old man put his hands on his chest, sleeping peacefully, there was no wound on his body, and even a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked as if he was alive.

I hurriedly propped my hands on the coffin, my face was only a few inches away from the old man's face, and I could even feel the breath I exhaled, the feeling of returning from the old man's cold face.

This is a great disrespect to the dead, but nowadays, there seems to be little that can be done.

When I was holding the coffin with both hands, trying to hold my body up, I felt a sudden weight on my body, as if something had suddenly pressed on my body, I turned my head, and a cloud of black hair swept past the tip of my nose, it seemed to be a little black tail?

Why is Blackie standing on my back?

And when did Xiao Hei's weight become so heavy, when he stood behind me, I felt that I couldn't straighten my waist at all, I felt that I couldn't bear the weight, and I felt that I could have a close and intimate contact with the old man under me at any time.

"Xiao Hei, what are you doing?" I couldn't help but ask.

A cat meow came from behind.

This cry is different from Xiao Hei's usual life, a little more charming in it, I struggled to support my hands, and I felt Xiao Hei who had been sitting on me slowly walking towards my neck, every time it took a step on my back, I felt that my whole backbone was going to break.

I gritted my teeth and persevered, but suddenly I looked down and saw the old man in the coffin, and opened my eyes.

His eyes were also red, scarlet, with a smile in them, and he could even clearly see that blood was gradually oozing from those eyes, and the blood was flowing down his pale skin, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

A stone's throw away. Even I could smell the smell of blood, and for a moment, I almost fainted from the smell.

I felt my hands about to break off, and the old man with a bloody face suddenly got up and bit down on my neck.

Nima, this is going to bite off my neck!

At this time, I don't know where the strength came from, as soon as I pushed the coffin open, the gravity behind me suddenly disappeared when I got up, and I fell to the ground with serious weightlessness, while the old man in the coffin sat up from inside, his arms hanging weakly on both sides, as if they had been broken.

Half of his clothes fell off, his arms were connected to his body with wire, many parts of his body were sewn together with thread, and the quality of the clothes on his body was not good, and when this guy sat up from the coffin, the clothes on his body were torn a lot, revealing the white flowers inside, sewn out of the skin with thread and rope.

I felt like there was a moment when I couldn't look directly at everything with stitches in it. It's all frustrating.

The coffin fell to the ground, and the old man also turned out of the coffin, I watched a lot of zombie movies and ghost movies, and they all said that some coffins must not fall to the ground before they are buried.

This is not only on the ground now, but also deceiving the corpse.

I looked back and saw a black cat weighing about a pound or two looking at me with big yellow eyes open, and it would occasionally lick its dark paws and look at me playfully.

Nima, this is clearly not Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei and his sister are almost the same, I don't know why, looking at the movements of the black cat, I think, it should be a charming female cat.

Black cats have evil spirits and can raise corpses.

This is all said in zombie movies.

Now, it seems, it was. The old man came out of the coffin, most of his body was held in place by wire and cord, like a marionette with no one to control him, and he sat on the ground, laughing loudly, and his voice was deafening, as if it was going to burst my eardrums.

I covered my ears and squatted on the ground, trembling, Liu Zheng of the pit father didn't even leave me Zhang Fu, Nima, Lao Tzu is really going to kneel this time.

No, I can't just sit back and wait for death because I'm afraid, even if the other party is a zombie, I can also face him head-on, if I am injured by the other party in vain, isn't it impossible to draw?

Thinking so, I wanted to get up and walk towards the door, but at this moment, the door was pushed open.

"Damn, Liu Zheng, Liu Zheng, you're back!" I immediately yelled at the gate excitedly, but to my disappointment, I didn't see Liu Zheng's figure, but a group of black cats.

The ground is full of black cats, all kinds of black cats.

Big, small, tall, short, fat, skinny, but none of them were the little milk cats, none of them were the little black I was familiar with.

All the cats stared at me with big yellow eyes, and these cats were blocked in the doorway, silent.

However, when I saw the shadows of the black cats on the walls, I was too frightened to speak.

The shadows of these black cats are clearly the shadows of people!

These people were lying on the ground, in exactly the same posture as these black cats, I had to be weak and unable to move, and I found that the black cat that had stepped on me before had been squatting on my shadow, and I don't know if it was because of this, so I couldn't move.