Dull space, sealed.

He Cheng felt a little out of breath, the strange thing was that in this completely sealed space, he was not suffocated.

With his arms on his sides, he tried to raise his hand to scratch his face, but found that his elbow was very stiff, as if he had been coated in a plaster cast, and he could only touch the top of the sealed space.

The material for the top of the head should be wood.

As he struck it made a "knock" sound.

"This place is a bit like a coffin......"

He could only guess that someone was joking with him, or that he was kidnapped and buried alive?

Covered in a coffin, it will die.

"Hey! There's someone in there! Who's not? ”

Whether it's a game or not, when you're powerless to help yourself, it's crucial to ask for help from someone outside.

But as soon as his voice came out, he startled himself.

There was no human voice, and his throat let out a shrill roar like a broken file grinding.

"Is this me?" In the pitch-black space, even his body was stiff and couldn't move, and He Cheng couldn't even touch himself.

But he was already in a state of astonishment, and he didn't feel like a human being.

Before He Cheng woke up from his stunnedness, he heard someone outside say seriously, "Things are more troublesome than I imagined, Qingyun, Feihe, and the ink bucket line!" The prince must have changed his corpse! ”

Zombie? Corpse?

Thinking of his current situation, in the small space sealed to the coffin, the joints of his body were stiff......

The prince of the corpse will not be himself!

He Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then vigorously patted the lid of the coffin covering himself, and as soon as the lid was lifted, a faint light pierced into He Cheng's eyes, and then the lid was pressed down by greater force.

When he struggled again, his hand subconsciously retracted.

The wood that was harmless just now seemed to be covered with the tip of a knife in an instant, and as he slapped it hard, the stinging sensation went straight to the brain and poured into the soul!

It's not a physical pain, it's a mental one.

The idea of pushing open the coffin lid and escaping fell through, He Cheng didn't even dare to move anymore, all this must be due to the so-called "ink bucket line", if he can really escape, there must be another problem to consider, there must be Taoist priests and other existences outside, isn't it self-defeating to go out by himself?

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, "It's better than suffocating in a coffin, no, zombies don't grow old or die, and if they wait, they will only be buried in the ground for eternity, or cremated into slag."

Either option, he resisted.

To be a human being is to live a long life, and to be a zombie is to live forever.

There was a voice outside again, it was the man just now, and the voice sounded like a sigh of relief, "The corpse of the prince has become a zombie, it is just the lowest level of white zombie, please rest assured, little prince." ”

Immediately a child's voice came, because the child's voice is very delicate, it is impossible to distinguish between men and women, but listening to his answer, it should be the little prince.

"Uncle Huang guarded the frontier for my Qing Dynasty, and this time he was attacked by evil creatures and died, and this king should bury him in the imperial mausoleum."

Lord Wang, the former owner of his corpse is not bad.

However, hearing the word Daqing, He Cheng instantly thought of the dynasty, the prince of the Qing Dynasty......

Crossing is a good thing, and it sounds good to become a prince enjoying glory and wealth, but becoming a prince after death, and becoming a zombie, there is nothing more miserable than this.

has watched many zombie movies, He Cheng knows best that zombies have no human rights, and they are hunted down by Taoist priests, chased by Taoist priests, and hunted down by Taoist priests...... That's right, in addition to biting two lambs to death and scaring people, the existence of zombies is at most chased and killed by Taoist priests, highlighting the strength of Taoist priests.

"Live up to the high expectations of the little prince, I will definitely escort the prince's body safely!"

The voice outside the coffin became noisy, as if there was a eunuch commanding with a shrill voice, but the little Taoist priest guarding He Cheng's coffin pouted disdainfully, and secretly scolded "dog fighting human power".

Pitch black space, airtight.

Stiff body, unable to move.

And the coffin lid on the top of the head was spelled, and it hurt to the bone marrow when touched.

The only thing He Cheng could do was to prick up his ears to listen to the conversation outside and sketch out the scene in his mind based on the information.

This was the main reason why he didn't go crazy, but his spirit was also breaking down.

It's a pity that there is too little communication between people outside, they are busy on the road, and the most they do is to pant roughly, and the gasping gas is like the fragrance of roast chicken tempting He Cheng.

When people smell the aroma of roast chicken, they want to eat it, He Cheng sniffs the popularity of people, and just wants to open his mouth to bite them through and drink blood!

Startled by his own thoughts, he hastened to suppress the bloodlust in his mind, but soon he overturned everything and became even more eager.

The first day passed in a hurry.

He Cheng learned that the coffin he was lying on was carried by a carriage, and there were four Taoist guards at the four corners of the coffin.

Outside, there was a group of guards, and it took him about four or five hours to figure out that there should be about a dozen of them.

There are also maids, eunuchs, little princes, and the biggest enemy, the Taoist!

The horses pulling the cart snorted and stopped, and then the sound of "crackling" firewood burning was heard outside.

They set up camp.

The poor zombie didn't need to sleep, He Cheng looked at the darkness in front of him, motionless and waiting for the opportunity.

The next day, they passed through the town, but they heard the sound of newspaper sales and the police came to check on them.

But it was sent away by a couple of "jingling" money.

Then the time is definitely not the Qing Dynasty, it should be in the Republic of China period.

His mind has been thinking crankily, thinking about the maid beside the little prince, listening to the footsteps and guessing the weight.

Thinking about the previous conversation between the Dao boys, I guessed that they might not know anything but sprinkle glutinous rice and splash chicken blood.

The longer he spent in the dark, the more he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and he was a little nervous, but the most he did was cranky.

For four days in a row, a normal person will definitely collapse.

And He Cheng was already resentful in his heart, and the idea in his heart changed from escaping to find a deep mountain and old forest to hide as a zombie, and turned into hatred, "I will kill all of you when I go out, especially that Taoist priest!" ”

Until the fifth day, a rooster crow made He Cheng shiver, and his body stiffened and did not dare to move.

This is the instinctive fear of the zombie, and after these few days of hurrying, he finds himself afraid of the rooster, the wild dogs that bark indiscriminately, and the wild cats that bark coldly.

Even in the morning, when the corpse procession gathered in front of the coffin to offer incense, he would be suppressed by the strong popularity.

He may be the lowest-level zombie.

At this time, the Chizuru Dao Commander outside suddenly stopped the advancing corpse transport team.

"Why did you stop?" The disgusting and disgusting male duck's voice sounded, and it should have been the mouth of the eunuch who had been following the little prince.

"Back to Wu Shilang, there is not enough glutinous rice, in front of me is my senior brother's house, I went to borrow some glutinous rice."

Hearing the glutinous rice, He Cheng in the dark was full of disgust, and the Qianhe Taoist would block the glutinous rice and water in the cracks of the coffin every day, making He Cheng, who didn't have to breathe, feel suffocated.

Soon, Chizuru Michichi borrowed glutinous rice and got back on the road.

But a stranger said from a distance, "Senior brother, it's going to rain when I look at the stars, you should pay attention." ”

Rain?

He Cheng's spirit in the coffin suddenly woke up, on a rainy day, it might be an opportunity for him to escape, as long as the damn ink fountain line outside was washed away by the rain, it would be impossible for the coffin lid to stop him.

It's just that Chizuru Dao Leader will really give him this kind of opportunity?

The only chance to escape, but to God to decide, he felt unhappy, but his heart kept looking forward to it, it was best to have a heavy rainstorm!

He Cheng has long been accustomed to the torment of time,

Waiting for the night to finally fall.