When he received the news of his aunt's death, Zhang Fanyang was still enjoying his first week of college life, and at that time, he was still calling his real name: Zhang Fanyang.

Fortunately, his parents had already gone over to help take care of the funeral, and only told him to arrive before his aunt's funeral, so that he could hold the spirit card for his aunt.

My aunt is a very famous disciple of the horse in their hometown, and the family worships the horse fairy surnamed Hu, who usually specializes in seeing things and removing evil diseases. Due to his special status, he has never been married in his life, so the task of holding the spirit card naturally fell on his head.

When Zhang Fanyang arrived in a hurry, he was just in time for more than ten minutes before the funeral.

For most of the day, he followed orders like a robot. His eyes were stained with tears and he couldn't see the road clearly several times, and even those complicated funeral rites and the greetings of many guests did not stop the "faucet" on his eyes.

In the evening, the family stayed in the side room of their aunt's house. The three people with heavy hearts really had nothing to talk about, and the hard work of the day made him fall asleep quickly.

I was sleeping sweetly, but there was an urgent knock on the door in my ears. Zhang Fanyang saw that there was no sound in his parents' room, so he had to respond: "Who." ”

"Old Zhang's! Go to the graveyard and have a look! Aunt Zhao's grave was dug up! ”

"What?"

Zhang Fan sat up violently from the kang, grabbed a piece of clothing and ran out.

The village party secretary outside the gate was slightly stunned when he saw him, and glanced behind him with a puzzled face: "Yoko, where are your parents?"

"I'm going to call it!" Zhang Fanyang turned around and ran back to the house to call someone, but when he pushed open the door of the master bedroom, he found that the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, not to mention people, and there was not even a trace. "This ......"

"Oh, why aren't people there when this matters? Forget Yoko, I'll let the plug wait here, you can hurry up and follow me to the scene to have a look! ”

The voice of the village party secretary came from behind him, and then his arm tightened, and by the time he reacted, he was already standing in front of his aunt's grave.

The village party secretary dragged the people up to the mound, pointed to the big black pit on the ground and the empty coffin with the coffin lid turned over, and said: "Old Wu went up to the mountain to worship his mother-in-law, but found that several people were digging graves. When he went back to the village and called for someone to come back, it was like this. ”

Speaking of this, he dragged Zhang Fanyang down the mound again, lowered his voice and continued: "When your aunt covered the coffin, we all looked at the corpse lying in the coffin, and now like this, it must have been stolen by the gang just now."

What is your aunt's identity, our famous disciple from ten miles and eight towns. I guess this gang must have an ulterior motive for stealing her body, you see ...... now."

Zhang Fanyang turned his head to look at the mound, and then at the branch secretary, his brain was stuck and running mechanically: "Report...... Did you call the police? ”

"I've reported it, and I'll report it on the way to your house, but the nearest police station is dozens of miles away from us, so it's good to be there in two hours......"

Before the village party secretary finished speaking, a man with a torch ran over from the forest next to him, shouting as he ran: "Uncle, we saw a group of people running towards Dongshan Pass." I guess it should be the deflated calves of the corpse thieves! They chased after the two pillars, and asked me to come back and report to you. ”

His words were like a crowbar, priing loose the "gear" stuck in Zhang Fanyang's brain. The instantaneous leap of his mind made his legs uncontrollably step out in that direction.

"Yoko! Why are you going? I'll wait until I find someone to go again! …… Ay! Yoko! …… Yoko ......"

The voice of the village party secretary was getting farther and farther behind Zhang Fanyang, but his brain only cared about controlling his legs and kept running......

A few hours later, Zhang Fanyang raised his eyelids at the sound of a bell.

The brain, which automatically restarted, instantly received a protest request from hundreds of limbs, and its whole body was as sore and weak as falling apart.

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

Zhang Fanyang asked himself this question in his mind as he moved his hands and feet.

Who knew that under this move, a heart-piercing pain in his back stimulated him to wake up instantly, and what happened before flashed quickly in his mind like an eightfold fast-forward movie, flashing he just wanted to scold his mother.

Eggy! Attending a funeral actually ran into a corpse thief, chasing a corpse thief actually got lost, and even more absolutely after getting lost, he actually ran into a wolf!

What's it like to be chased by two hungry wild wolves with green eyes? Anyway, if his previous parkour skills hadn't been stimulated, and he was lucky enough to slide off a cliff, he would have gone down to accompany his aunt.

Jingle ...... Jingle ...... Another bell sound drifted into Zhang Fanyang's ears, interrupting his train of thought of scolding his mother.

Ringtones? Could it be that someone is coming? Is he finally going to be saved?

Zhang Fanyang wanted to open his eyes to see, but his eyelids were as heavy as pressing Mount Tai. I wanted to open my mouth to shout for help, but my throat was like cotton blocked, and I could only make a "ho-ho" sound.

Hearing that the bell was getting closer and closer, Zhang Fanyang knew that if he missed this opportunity, he might really follow his aunt.

Thinking of this, he held his breath and gathered enough strength, propped himself up suddenly, ignoring the pain of the laceration in his back, and roared vigorously: "Save ......"

Who knew that he hadn't shouted the word "life" in the back yet, and his body was crooked, but he fell quickly.

Zhang Fanyang scolded in his heart: I'll wipe it! I forgot that I was hiding in a tree!

"Not good! Flesh! ”

The moment Zhang Fanyang fell, the bell rang chaotically, and a middle-aged man's voice came from under the tree, and then his waist hurt, and he flew out sideways, and only stopped when he hit a tree.

Zhang Fanyang hit him very hard, if he hadn't closed his mouth just now, I'm afraid his lungs would have squirted out of his mouth.

He lay on the ground and before he could catch his breath, he heard the voice of the child under the tree just now shouting, "Oh no, Master! Stained with yang blood! The corpse has changed! ”

Yang blood? Zombie? What the heck?

Before his brain could keep up with the rhythm, he heard the middle-aged man shouting: "It's not good, I'm going to him!" Hurry up and get on the trungeon! ”

He?

Zhang Fanyang's heart twitched violently, according to the previous urine, it was estimated that he was unlucky again!

Sure enough, even if he was lying on his stomach, Zhang Fanyang felt a yin wind rushing towards his head.

The instinct to survive made him roll to the side, and the yin wind stuck straight into the ground against his ear.

Zhang Fanyang, who was already facing up, reflexively opened his eyes to look, but saw the most terrifying picture in his life.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him under a paper with special symbols written on his face and a wrinkled face.

And what broke him the most was that such a terrifying face belonged to a person who had died.

After recognizing the owner of this face, Zhang Fanyang's frightened breath just now instantly vented, and he squeezed out two words from his throat: "Auntie...... Auntie! ”

As soon as he said these two words, the bloody eyes of the owner of the face above him instantly widened, and then Bai Sensen's fangs quickly grew out of the mouth that should have been toothless.

Zhang Fanyang saw the fangs reflecting the cold light and gnawed at his neck, but he didn't remember to resist anymore.

Just when the fangs immediately gnawed on his neck, Zhang Fanyang suddenly felt his ankles tighten, and the whole person was dragged out with a "whoosh".

Seeing that the fanged master couldn't strike a blow, he grabbed Zhang Fanyang again.

The strength on the ankle naturally did not dare to weaken, and after shouting "Master, resist, I'll take him to a safe place first and then come back to help you", he began to drag Zhang Fanyang and run up.

Zhang Fanyang, who was being dragged by someone, was already running by thousands of alpacas in his heart at this moment, rolled his eyes and said: Yes, it's the back again, and it is estimated that it will have to be ground into half a person for a while.

Who knew that as soon as he finished thinking about it here, the middle-aged man who was already entangled with the corpse aunt over there shouted while fighting: "Boy! You're going to drag him in a different way! Didn't the blood of that place lead her over? ”

When Zhang Fanyang heard this, he wanted to stop the child's next move.

But the child's hands were twisted and twisted at the same time as he agreed.

Zhang Fanyang instantly ate a mouth full of fallen leaves and soil, and then couldn't make a sound, but his front teeth ploughed a long shallow pit on the ground.

Fortunately, he didn't "plow" for a long time in this place, and the child stopped, rolled him under a big tree, and said while taking something out of his arms: "Broom Star, I'm going to help the master, you can hold these pieces of rune paper, if we can't stop the zombie, you can find a way to stick the rune paper on her face, if you can't stick it, you will die." ”

After saying this, the child got up and ran back and forth, leaving Zhang Fanyang, who was full of dirt, scolding his mother in his heart.