A face as round as a flatbread was as white as paper, the circles under his eyes were visibly black, and his lips were bright red as blood. Although his facial features and clothing were still distinguishable from the old security guard he had seen the night before, at this time, not only his face had changed, but even his hair stood on end, and he showed a few sharp fangs when he spoke.

"Where is this man? It's clearly stiff...... Zombies! ”

The more Gao Xin thought about it, the more scared he became, and when he rushed out of No. 58, he felt that the back of his shirt had been soaked with cold sweat, and there was almost liquid oozing out of his crotch, so he hurriedly found a dark corner where no one was there and solved the "thing outside his body".

In villa 58.

"Lao Zhang, take back your fangs, is it okay to have a normal face?"

The white-haired old man was accusing Lao Zhang, who had become a zombie, in a reprimanding tone.

"Yes, sir. It's just that...... It's just that I think...... The Zen Meditation Master should not be afraid. ”

Lao Zhang looked at Zen Jing who came up behind the old man.

"When...... Of course! He is just a mortal mortal with the naked eye, how can he be compared with us people in the Xuanmen? ”

Zen Jing, who is not good at learning the Tao, and half a bottle of vinegar is still swaying, actually took the opportunity to brag again. If it weren't for the strange appearance of the people in No. 58, if it weren't for Lao Zhang's zombie appearance, he would be able to see it at a glance?

The old man let out a "hum" in his nose, which was obviously full of disdain and disdain. But he still couldn't resist these and couldn't show it too much, because what he needed was someone like Zen Jing. When he arrived at the room on the second floor, the old man took Zen Jing in, and the zombie Lao Zhang stood guard at the door.

He was obedient and obedient to this old ghost, because he was grateful to this old ghost.

A month ago, Lao Zhang died suddenly at home. Late at night on the second day of his burial, lightning and thunder thundered and rain swept through the storm, and his grave was dug up and the coffin opened.

Immediately, a group of ghosts from another world carried out his well-preserved body that had not been cremated......

When Lao Zhang miraculously opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor of Villa 58.

"Where is this? Who are you? ”

Lao Zhang took it for granted that he had entered the Yama Palace.

"Hahahaha...... I promise this is not the Yama Palace, and there are no rules and regulations. This is our paradise of freedom, and you are one of us now. ”

The white-haired old man laughed happily, and then explained to Lao Zhang. The few behind him also let out a smug laugh, but the laughter also set off the eerie atmosphere of Number 58.

"It was Grandpa who gave you the Soul Rejuvenation Bead and made you return to the world."

At this time, the teenage boy came over and said.

"Yes, yes! Grandpa was going to give us food, but ...... Dislike! ”

The slightly smaller girl pursed her lips, seemingly full of complaints.

"Children, listen to Grandpa's explanation. This last one was left for Lao Zhang because he could do us a great favor. When Grandpa finds the few lost soul beads, and then finds a suitable body for you, he will definitely help you return to the world. ”

The white-haired old man explained to the two children.

"Humph! When I see that female wild ghost from the countryside, I will tear her soul apart with my own hands to avenge the robbery of the soul beads! ”

The old woman, who was originally demure and elegant, suddenly showed a hideous look on her face, and her mouth was full of resentment.

"No wonder the environment is so familiar."

Lao Zhang understood what happened, and from that day on, he willingly followed this group of ghosts and let them send him, so he dressed up as the image of his life again that day, leading Lin Yulan and them to be fooled, and today he conspired with ghosts to "invite" Zen Jing.

After about two hours, Taoist priest Zen Jing finally nodded and agreed to cooperate with the ghost and monster of No. 58. At around three o'clock in the morning, a papier-mâché car sent Zen Jing back to his residence. The zombie Lao Zhang, who came to see him off, handed him a small black suitcase before leaving. The greedy Zen mind is full of flowers, and it doesn't matter whether those people are dead or alive, and it doesn't matter where the money comes from, as long as it can be spent in this world.