In December 1924, Pu Yi, who was far away in Beijing, had just been driven out of the Forbidden City, which represented the complete end of more than 2,000 years of rule by the feudal dynasty.

However, under the rule of the princes of the Republic of China, the people did not live a good life.

The warlords are divided, the world is in chaos, the corpses are everywhere, the dead air is lingering, the land of China, under the beacon fire and wolf smoke, the rumors of demons and monsters everywhere are very loud, and those people of insight in the city are in the newspaper to criticize and scold the feudal superstition for harming the society.

The wild people in the countryside have no culture and can't see the newspaper, but they have noses and eyes when they pass it on by word of mouth.

It was dark and dark, and there was not even a star.

The mist was gusting, the wilderness was deserted, and there was only one house isolated on the side of the road.

"Bell bell bell, bell bell bell ······"

In the distance, a donkey came with a man riding on it.

With a brass bell in his hand, he walked along a four-meter-wide dirt path toward the house.

"Heaven has a fate, there is a time for luck, dust to dust, soil to earth, Xitian Avenue, hey on the road!"

A trumpet with a changeable tone, in this dark and windless, natural and quiet misty wilderness, dragged a long tail note, and spread far away.

In the dark, behind the donkey rider, the shadow and the pupils of the shadows, I don't know how many people followed, with the sound of the bell, jumped and jumped, and followed the donkey rider towards the dilapidated house in the wilderness.

"This Huang Dashan man's righteous village is about to collapse."

The donkey rider wears a shabby robe with a goatee on his chin. At this time, his index finger and thumb pinched his goatee, and he looked up at a plaque on the lintel of the dilapidated house.

On the black plaque, there are four big characters in the book: Huang's Yizhuang.

"The Huang family has suffered, the clansmen are scattered, and now this clan Yizhuang is about to collapse, and the desolation is so desolate, the Huang family is completely finished. It's really murder and arson, the gold belt, the bridge is built and the road is paved without corpses!

Alas, alas! ”

It was already the fifth watch, and seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Lao Dao stretched out his hands, straightened the Zhuangzi towel on his head, patted the donkey's buttocks, shook the copper bell in his hand, and walked into Yizhuang.

The figures behind, one by one, wearing dark robes and horse coats, jumped over the threshold, followed closely behind Lao Dao, and entered Yizhuang.

Stepping over the dilapidated courtyard full of weeds in the brick joints in front of him, he entered the open-air house overhead, with leaky walls.

In the Yizhuang, there is a long park for people who have died in a foreign land, and the corpses are temporarily accommodated.

Nowadays, the house has been neglected for many years, and passers-by also think that it is unlucky, and would rather travel in the dark than stay here, and the unpopular houses are damp and dilapidated, with wooden doors and walls, and even rotting and mushrooms, but have become a safe haven for some snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"Bell bell bell ······"

"Fellow countrymen, it's been a night's journey, rest for a day, and we'll go again in the evening."

The old Taoist priest shook the bell and looked as usual, as if talking to someone, and made a Taoist joke at the figures standing stiffly in the lobby.

Occasionally, the moon peeked out of the clouds, and the silver light sprinkled on these stiff figures wearing black robes and horse coats, and the miserable white faces were pasted with yellow talismans, and the appearance of green fangs was particularly penetrating!

But the old Taoist priest looked commonplace, shaking the bell, looking at these figures, jumping to the row of desks one by one, and without seeing their legs bent, he jumped up more than a meter high, jumped on the coffin board on the desk and lay down.

Just when Lao Dao was squatting in the corner of the wall and preparing to sleep in his clothes, his eyes glanced at him unconsciously, and he was suddenly startled!

Quietly,

A pair of eyes,

Right in that corner, staring at him coldly.

The man was wearing a slim black suit and crystal gold wire glasses, and he looked like a gentleman. The watch dial on the wrist flashed with a glittering light in this black hole room, and I don't know what treasure it was.

Such a person appeared in this dilapidated Yizhuang, very abruptly!

Especially this person is still breezy in his hands, carefully peeling oranges and eating.

This man,

Sick, right?

This dress, like the eldest young master of a rich family, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?

Still eating oranges?

Still eating so exquisitely?

Moreover, looking at his thin, weak, polite appearance, looking at him is obviously an ordinary person, in this gloomy Yizhuang, I don't know if I am afraid, isn't it stupid and bold to read and read?

Or, is it angry with the family and ran out?

Or, dissatisfied with the family's arrangement, the eldest young master who escaped from marriage?

It's possible, when people are angry, they can't be afraid, thinking that there is still a breath in their stomachs!

Just glanced at it, and there were scenes of big dramas in Lao Dao's mind, and the stories in the past dramas emerged one after another, making his mind come alive.

Zhou Yang didn't know that he just glanced at each other in the dark, and Lao Dao made up an annual drama in his brain.

Although he has just come to this strange world of trials, the scene in front of him is really eerie, but anyway, he is also playing in the zombie circle, and no matter how bad it is, he will not be scared when he sees this suspected zombie thing.

"Smack!"

In the darkness, there was a slight noise.

"Ho~oh~"

With the slight sound, the whole house, in an instant, was as bright as day. The dazzling light, the piercing old Dao's bright eyes shed tears, and he couldn't help but exclaim in fright.

"Dao Chief, are you a zombie?"

Zhou Yang glanced at the emergency spotlight hung on the beam with an iron hook, which he hung up as soon as he crossed here.

His eyes were not affected, and in this blazing white light, the old Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe with grease and twist, a poor and sour appearance, and fourteen suspected zombies lying on the coffin board, were all visible.

"What kind of world is this? Looking at the dark robes and horse coats on these suspected zombies, it looks like the Qing Dynasty, this old Taoist is wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist Zhuangzi scarf, and a wooden hairpin is coiled in a Taoist bun, but I can't see the specific era. ”

Zhou Yang thought to himself in his heart.

"You're a descendant, scare me."

Seeing Zhou Yang staring at him, the old Taoist priest said angrily.

Then he rubbed his accustomed eyes and glanced at the blazing spotlights suspiciously. He still doesn't know when such a dilapidated Yizhuang will be powered on, and such a bright light will be installed!

It's just such a headlight, it should be very valuable.

"You haven't answered me yet, are these zombies?"

Zhou Yang stared at the old Taoist priest with a pair of eyes and asked persistently.

"Of course not, this is just a secret method I refined, and I can only jump and hurry with the ringtone."

The old Taoist priest looked at the motionless zombies on the coffin board, his face showed a compassionate look, and the compassion in his eyes could not be hidden: "These are Shanxi people who threw their corpses in the wilderness and died in a foreign land, and some Jin merchants asked me for help and sent them home."

In this turbulent year, if you die in a foreign country, you still have to be sent home for burial, so that your soul can rest in peace. ”

"Hmm."

Zhou Yang listened to the words of the old Taoist priest and narrowed his eyes.

By the way, I "clicked" and turned off the emergency spotlights.

The room was dark.

Lao Dao saw that Zhou Yang had no voice, so he didn't speak.

It's just that in the dark, a pair of eyes are gurgling, and they are evil.