"Giggle~"

A loud rooster crow, accompanied by a blue-white shimmer at the border of the dark night, gradually sounded.

"Yawn"

"Why did I fall asleep on the table again..."

Shi Chen's eyes were half-closed, obviously still a little confused.

I should have stayed up late to watch a movie and fell asleep again.

Last night, he was rewatching Uncle Nine's classic movie, but he didn't know when he fell asleep in a daze.

"Hmm"

Shi Chen touched his cheeks, tried to open his sleepy eyes, slowly stood up from the table, and was about to go to the bathroom to put some water as before, he glanced around casually, and was about to step out, but suddenly froze in place.

This isn't my own room!

The light in the room was not good, and there were plenty of shadows, which made Shi Chen a little unrelievable.

But wherever the light could reach, he only saw wooden doors and tiled roofs, paper windows and mud walls, which were completely in the style of a village dwelling in the early last century...

In front of him lay a rotten wooden table with an oil lamp, and a rickety bench with crooked legs.

In a trance, he seemed to smell a faint smell of incense and candles.

The layout of the room is simple, with a stout doorpost standing in the middle, and a small mirror with a gossip pattern on the outer ring hangs on the doorpost.

Behind the doorpost, a large white cloth crossed the middle, dividing the whole room into two halves, and in the half where he was located, there was only this table and a chair.

Shi Chen stood in place with a dull face, as if he still couldn't accept the scene in front of him.

"Sure enough, I can't stay up late... It's all hallucinating, I'm dreaming?? ”

He muttered to himself

He was decisive and slapped himself twice with his backhand.

"Smack, smack"

Stimulated by the pain, the remaining drowsiness quickly dissipated.

While his brain regained clarity, Shi Chen finally realized a fact, this may not be a dream...

He slowly lowered his head, looked at his body in coarse cloth, and noticed that something was more wrong.

How did you get shorter?

Randomly touched his head, and the original hairy head turned into a half-length watermelon head.

With the last bit of hope, Shi Chen walked to the gossip mirror on the doorpost, wanting to see what he looked like now.

The closer he got to the doorpost, the stronger the smell of incense and candles became, and he saw a faint light source behind the white cloth, reflecting a forest of shadows...

The unknown scene and the strange situation made Shi Chen a little stunned, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked to the front of the small mirror.

A face appeared in the small mirror that made him feel familiar, but this was not himself!

Shi Chen finally came to a conclusion, it should be a crossing.

And the slightly obscene watermelon-headed man in the mirror is one of Uncle Nine's apprentices in the Ninth Uncle movie "Mr. Zombie" that he watched last night, Wencai!

Under the shock, Shi Chen regained his composure, and the situation in front of him was not something he could easily solve.

He didn't rush out of the house recklessly, but sat back on the crooked bench and began to think.

First of all, he can't be sure whether this world is related to the original world, whether it is a time travel, or a direct time travel through the movie, or a parallel universe different from the real world...

But judging from the current situation and his own image, there is a high probability that he has become a literary talent in "Mr. Zombie".

As far as he knows, the background world of "Mr. Zombie" is not peaceful.

Folk zombies are rampant, ghosts and spirits, and it happens to be in the early years of the Republic of China, where warlords are wanton and turbulent.

When Shi Chen thought of this, the image of the silly and simple literary talent in the movie popped up in his mind again

Although Wencai is Uncle Jiu's apprentice, he is not outstanding, and his Taoism is barely half a bucket of water, which has always existed as a funny element in the movie.

Now that he has crossed over, so many ruthless characters are not worn, but he has become a literary talent, Shi Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Said that the good crossing is rich and expensive?

Said that the good crossing is all the children of the family?

Said that the good crossing is blessed with luck?

All the good crossings have gold fingers!!

"Hey, this horse..."

Shi Chen touched the coarse cloth trouser pocket without giving up, and carefully checked his neck and hands.

Empty...

No, no, nothing!

There is no system that suddenly pops up in my mind, there is no inexplicable inheritance of tens of billions of cultivation, and there are no artifact props that I carry with me!

The more Shi Chen thought about it, the more helpless he became, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, so he sat silently on the crooked-legged bench.

The sky outside the house was getting brighter and brighter, and the blue-white morning light was crushing the darkness little by little.

It's almost dawn.

Putting aside the current situation, the most important thing you should think about is how to survive in this world.

Sighing slightly, Shi Chen got up and prepared to go outside the house to investigate, if this is really Uncle Nine's world, as long as he hugs Uncle Nine's thigh, although he doesn't dare to run rampant in the world, but at least he can live without worry, after all, Uncle Nine has the aura of the protagonist.

Shi Chen slowly walked to the door, and was about to push open the wooden door, when behind him, there was a sudden sound in half of the room covered by a white cloth.

"Tuk"

It's not loud, but it becomes extra crisp in a quiet room.

Something seemed to jump.

Shi Chen turned around, and the little light behind the white cloth was gradually dimming, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out its wick.

"What the hell..."

"Oil lamp..."

"Not good..."

Shi Chen suddenly connected to something, and rushed towards the white cloth.

Reaching out, he lifted the white cloth to reveal an offering table on which lay an oil lamp and wick clamp and an incense burner.

At this time, the wick on the oil surface of the oil lamp is about to burn out, and the incense burner is also burning to the end...

Shi Chen no longer hesitated, picked up the wick clip, and prepared to clamp the wick under the oil surface and let it continue to burn, but the little light went out when he could touch the wick.

"Hemp egg!"

Shi Chen directly dropped the wick clip and ran towards the door.

The extinguishing of the oil lamp was like turning on some kind of switch.

In the shadow behind the offering, a humanoid object suddenly popped out and rushed towards Shi Chen.

The humanoid object was completely exposed to the morning light in the room, it was dressed in white, its complexion was blue, its head was full of charms, its eyes were closed, and its hands were like eagle claws, so it rushed towards Shi Chen straight and straight.

When Shi Chen saw this scene, he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Offering table, oil lamp, incense burner!

Corpse!

Sure enough, it's a zombie!

The zombies in front of you are extremely fast.

This made Shi Chen dare not hesitate any longer, and when his palm climbed the door railing, he was about to open the door and escape.

A strong wind came behind him.

A pair of hard, cold claws firmly locked his shoulders with great force, as if locked by a pair of iron hoops, making him unable to move.

Then, Shi Chen found that he suddenly took off in the air, got up, and threw himself behind with the claws on his shoulders.

…

I don't want to die yet!