At night, the summer cicadas chirped, as if to say that tonight was as dull as last night.

The Taoist Chizuru fiddled with the peachwood sword in his hand and looked at the coffin behind him that the Taoist boy and the guards were guarding together.

The dried ink fountain marks on the coffin are like a net, covering the entire coffin.

He was upset because the corpse was too quiet!

The zombies that were originally transformed into corpses were fearless and would struggle wildly, and the zombies lying quietly in the coffin like they are now are very different.

"Hopefully it's a good thing"

Muttering to himself, the Taoist of Qianhe commanded the two Taoist children to tie the coffin with hemp rope, he always felt a little frightened tonight, but he was not good at learning, he only went down the mountain to follow the royal family when he was a teenager, and the strength of catching ghosts and zombies was reluctant, and he didn't know anything about the strange technique of astrology and divination.

The corpse carrying team stopped, and the guards stopped to trim, but they did not remove the armor on their bodies, and the scimitar at their waist was always supported.

As royal guards, they were used to it.

The little prince got off the sedan chair and sat on a small stool embroidered with gold silk on the dragon and phoenix cushion with the support of Wu Shilang.

The accompanying cook was cooking on a fire, and a few people were setting up camp to prepare a place for the little prince to stay overnight.

Only the Taoist of Thousand Cranes ignored the fragrant meat roasted on the fire, nibbled on the dry food in his arms, and looked up at the sky, "The four-eyed senior brother is often not allowed to gaze at the stars, and there is not a dark cloud overhead, it seems that I am too worried." ”

No rain is best.

Just as everyone was relaxing, a thunderclap rang out in the sky.

Click!!

Immediately after the purple lightning thunder, it was pouring rain!

"It's raining!" The chief of the Thousand Crane Road secretly said that it was not good, and at the same time he stood up while carrying the dry food into his arms, and shouted to the Taoist boy and the guards who were guarding the coffin, "Quick, transport the coffin to the tent!" ”

The ink line melts when it encounters water, and he is not afraid of a white-haired zombie, but the little prince is here, plus these guards around, they are all blood food that can make zombies go crazy!

The corpse zombie touched the blood and went berserk, and at that time, the Chizuru Dao Leader did not dare to guarantee that he could protect everyone.

But as long as one person is bitten, it sets off a chain reaction!

I knew very well what would happen to the ink fountain line being wet, and the head of Chizuru naturally acted simply, jumping on the coffin lid and sitting cross-legged with his feet raised, but in the heavy rain, the dried ink marks were wet, and two corners had been discolored.

He was secretly anxious in his heart, but fortunately, the coffin was not slow to be delivered, and he soon came to the tent.

A figure pinched his waist, blocked the coffin's way, and became an obstacle.

Wu Shilang pointed to the long nose of Qianhe Dao, who was sitting on the coffin, and scolded, "You bull nose, do you have any brains?" This tent is where the little prince lives, do you let the little prince live with the coffin? ”

"Wu Shilang, if there is an emergency, let's just do it!" Chizuru Dao Chang jumped down, but he didn't dare to squeeze in.

He's just a grass man, and the eunuch with a fake beard in front of him is a squire!

Although the Qing Dynasty has collapsed, many people ignore the Qing government's arrogant appearance, but the head of the Thousand Crane Road eats this set.

Learn the art of literature and martial arts, and the goods are with the emperor's family.

The chief of the Thousand Crane Road went up the mountain to learn art, and what he sought was to be promoted to make a fortune and serve the royal family.

The appearance of the black servant fox and the fake tiger power pierced the weakness of the thousand crane chief.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the ink marks on the coffin had been completely washed away, and the Taoist commander of Chizuru instructed Dao Tong to hold on to the rope tied to prevent the zombies from counterattacking, and then turned his head to explain to Wu Shilang, "The heavy rain has washed away the ink fountain marks, if the zombies run out, everyone is in danger!" ”

"This ......"

are all in danger, Wu Shilang thought of the safety of the little prince and himself, other people's lives were really not taken into his eyes, it was a matter of life safety, Wu Shilang couldn't help but shake a little, but the words he said were like water spilled out, and now if he is released, won't his momentum be weak?

At this moment, the voice of the little prince in the tent came, "Wu Shilang, let the Thousand Crane Dao Chiefs and them move the coffin in."

The voice of the little prince was like a heavenly sound, and Qianhe was overjoyed, and arched his hand towards the disgusted Wu Shilang, "Please also borrow it!" ”

This is not a secret battle for favor.

The black waiter and the head of the thousand cranes who planned to hang themselves on the tree of the little prince of the royal family, what they do on weekdays is to choke each other, and because the chief of the thousand cranes has no official rank, this battle has always ended in losing.

Now that he has finally won, he is happy in his heart, and it seems that he is expected to be promoted.

He instructed the guards behind him to quickly move the coffin in, and he walked past the black squire and entered the tent.

Wu Shilang scolded unhappily in his heart: "The villain has a will!" ”

Then he hurried into the tent, the rain was too heavy for him to be drenched in the rain with the guards outside.

The guards carried the coffin into the tent, but they didn't know that the "prince" He Cheng, who had been lying in the coffin, waited intently for the opportunity to break the coffin.

He heard in his ears everything that the people said.

At the same time, he counted the number of people in the tent, through the smell of his breath and the sound of footsteps, there were only six or seven people in total, and the rest were only ordinary people except for the Thousand Crane Dao Chief.

After watching zombie movies, he knows that the lethality of zombies to Taoist priests is like the threat of cats to people, and they may be injured if they are not careful, but they are by no means difficult opponents.

But for ordinary people, zombies are monsters that can't be slashed with knives and can't be shot by guns.

Wait for the opportunity to rush out and find a way to kill Chizuru Michicho first, and then things will be simple.

He listened to the conversation of the crowd, counted them, and waited for the right moment.

"Qingyun, go out and bring in the guy who eats, and we'll tie the coffin with an ink fountain thread later, and then play the string again after this rainy day!"

"Yes, master!" A Taoist boy listened to the instructions of the Taoist of Chizuru, and ran out in a crisp agreement.

One less.

Maybe there is a better time to act, but He Cheng is not willing to wait any longer, he is fed up with the constraints of the coffin, he wants to get out!

He Cheng raised his hand and lightly touched the coffin lid, and sure enough, the pain no longer came.

With the strength of his arms, the solid wood coffin lid weighing dozens of pounds was lifted away with a bang, and the tent collapsed by the way!

The rain poured down from the sky, instantly wetting He Cheng.

Although zombies jump out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements, they are buried in the soil first after death, and it is easiest to regenerate into stiffness by borrowing the earth's qi, so they are pro-soil and afraid of water.

However, the disgust and fear of water could not erase the anger in He Cheng's heart.

Trapped in a small, sealed space for five days, he is now in desperate need of catharsis.

He tried to sit up, his waist was so stiff that he didn't support this movement at all, but the powerful force shook the bottom of the coffin through his back, pushing him upright.

He is a zombie who can barely move his body.

At the same time, because he is a zombie, he has infinite strength!

At this moment, the exclamation of the Chizuru Taoist came, "Not good, zombie coffin!" Hurry up and escort the little prince away! ”

Boom!

He Cheng jumped up violently, but his body was like lead, his legs were stiff and his knees were difficult to bend, and he barely jumped half a meter high.

Finally jumped out of the coffin.

landed on the ground and stepped on two conspicuous mud puddles.

He Cheng raised his eyes and looked,

First of all, what caught his eyes was not the panic of the Taoist priest, the nervousness of the guards and the fear of the little prince, but the words on the top of everyone's head.

"Level 2 - Imperial Guard"

"Level 1 - Karashiro"

"Level 2 - Michido Flying Crane"

There is also the "Level 10-Chizuru Michicho" who is holding a peachwood sword in front of him.

Without exception, the words on the top of these people's heads are red!

Blood-red words.