I thought to myself, what is this for, are you negotiating with me? If we want to negotiate, let's just talk about people, what does it mean to giggle?

Before I could figure out what was going on, the zombies from outside were pouring in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I'm secretly not good, if the zombies squeeze in for a while, I guess the pressure can crush me half to death. No, it's too small, I'll have to rush out.

Thinking of this, I jumped out the door with a shake of my body. I didn't expect those zombies to move really fast, and they had already crowded to a distance of only ten steps from the door, and they surrounded me with three layers of dense pressure and three layers outside.

I had the heart to retreat into the coffin, and when I turned around, I saw that the wizard had blocked the door.

It seems that I have no way back, this is forcing me to kill.

Although these are only corpses, they are all like life, except for the slightly stiff body, some thin, blue face, and white lips, they really don't see any difference from living people.

Oh, by the way, there's a little difference, it's that the tone is too heavy.

But no matter what, killing them is different from slashing those butterflies, perhaps, should, can't be saved, probably similar to killing the living, right?

Anyway, butterflies are not the same kind of people, and there was no psychological burden when I first slashed them, but now in the face of these zombies that are similar to living people, I am really a little soft-handed, and I can't do it.

I have the intention to let them go, but I found that just because I'm soft-hearted doesn't mean they will be soft-hearted. All of them stared at me with stunned eyes, and their stiff calves were approaching me step by step.

It seems that it will not work without a shot.

I pressed my hand to the handle of the sword, and with only a slight force, Kun couldn't wait to get out of the sheath with a "bang", as if he couldn't hold it anymore.

Xu Shikun's sword aura was too strong, and those guys unconsciously retreated when they saw it, and they didn't step forward again, but they didn't disperse either.

I didn't have any fear, holding Kun in my hand, I stood up, and made a Buddha call with my left hand, "Amitabha, everyone, the little monk just strayed into this place, and he didn't want to do anything to you, so let's just treat it as if nothing happened?" You're busy with you, so why don't you think I'm here to watch the ceremony?"

Maybe it's been a long time since anyone talked to them underground, and those guys seemed a little excited to see me talking to them. One by one, they tilted their heads and listened carefully, but they could only make sounds similar to "clucks" in their throats.

I think they probably haven't used their throats for too long, and the muscles there must have lost some of their function, but their brains seem to be fine. Although they all looked stunned, they turned their eyes, and they still felt quite wise.

They began to talk to each other, both gurgling. I didn't understand, but they seemed to be chattering hotly, as if they were exchanging ideas.

At this moment, I heard a drum behind me, accompanied by a crisp copper bell, and all the zombies immediately shut up and lined up as if the soldiers of the army had heard the order.

When I looked back, I saw the wizard standing behind me with a drum in his left hand and a drumstick in his right hand. The stiff eyes were directed at me, and although they were no longer much of a gaze, they made me feel a sense of majesty.

Truth be told, it's better to call them living dead people than zombies. Like, now, looking at it, who's to say it's a pure dead man or a zombie?

The wizard walked towards me step by step, my hand clenched tightly, and I thought about it, if it dared to be ruthless, then don't blame me for being rude. Strangely, Kun was quiet at this time.

The wizard came up to me, unexpectedly hung the drums and drumsticks around his waist, and threw them at my feet with a thud, and made a great salute. When the other zombies saw it, they followed suit and fell down.

Their joints are relatively stiff, it is a real fall, straight to the ground, I look at the pain of panic, my heart twitched.

I grinned, I wanted to help but I didn't want to touch them, and said in my heart, I am not your master, what are you doing with such a big gift?

The wizard seemed to be able to read my thoughts, and after a few bows, he pointed to Kun in my hand, then to me, and then to heaven, and then to the sky, and then made a "clucking" sound in his throat.

This time it was my turn to be stunned, I really couldn't understand what it was saying. When the wizard saw that I did not understand, he was a little anxious, and he gestured with his hands, and then folded his hands and bowed to me, as if begging me for something.

I scratched my cheeks a little and thought to myself, if only the candle dragon was there, that guy was also gurgling, maybe they were speaking the same language.

As soon as this idea came out, it was answered by his own diaphragm, and he really lived more and more, that is, they could communicate with each other, but the candle dragon couldn't speak human words, and he couldn't translate, so it wasn't in vain?

Seeing that I was not responding, the wizard was obviously in a hurry, jumped straight to his feet, and reached out to grab me.

How could I let it hold it, and jumped on the top of the coffin in a flash. That's right, I didn't plan to escape, maybe that's the so-called daring of the artist.

Speaking from the heart, ordinary people should be thinking about how to escape as soon as possible at this time, and I can't be considered an ordinary person, at this time, my only thought is to figure out what is going on with these zombies and what they want to do.

So, I leaned down and peeked down to see what they were going to do next.

The funny thing is that I disappeared too fast, the zombies didn't react at all, they were all blinded, I don't understand where the kung fu people are in the blink of an eye, their necks are stiff, they can't raise their heads, they can only look in circles in place, it's fun.

I covered my mouth, forced myself to laugh, and as soon as I rolled over and lay down on the top of the coffin, my feet kicked vigorously, and my shoulders twitched, and my stomach hurt from laughter.

Thanks to this stone coffin, if the roof is tiled, I don't know how many pieces I will break and how much movement I will make at this time, and the guys below will probably find me a long time ago.

The chaos didn't last long, though, as the wizard's drum sounded again, followed by a series of crisp bells.

I quickly rolled over, got back on my stomach, and looked down.

Then the wizard did not know when he started to play the drum again, and every time he struck it with the drumstick, he shook the drum three more times as before.

Soon, the zombies were lined up again, looking really well-trained.

I'm curious to see what they're going to do next.

At this moment, the wizard turned around and walked towards the coffin, while the other zombies stayed outside.

I closed my eyes and listened, and the sound of breathing in the coffin became rapid, and I couldn't help frowning. Could it be that the air in the coffin is not enough, and the person who wakes up is afraid that he will suffocate, right?

My palms were covered with sweat, and I hesitated to go down and help open the coffin. And the wizard obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and was still beating its broken drum and singing "clucking" songs, which was really worrying.