Chapter 220: Angry Teacher Qiao
I looked in the direction of Qiao Laoshi's grave and was shocked, there was a thick yin qi there, and even formed a cumulus cloud more than ten meters above it.
There is even more monstrous resentment in it, as if only the life and blood of a living person can make her resentment dissipate.
My heart was beating wildly, and I secretly said that Mr. Qiao would not break through the seal and escape from the coffin, and when I walked quickly to the grave, I breathed a sigh of relief.
The grave bag was fine, and there were no signs of the corpse crawling out.
However, there were more and more yin qi gushing out of it, and the surrounding radius of more than ten meters was even more shrouded in cold qi, like a cold ice hell.
"This...", I didn't know what had happened, so I wanted to ask what the hell was going on with Zen.
But suddenly.
Bang.
Bang bang.
There was a slight thud in the grave bag.
"This isβ" My pupils narrowed, and it was clearly the sound of the corpse in the coffin crashing against the coffin.
Has Mr. Qiao woken up?
Four years ago, she almost evolved into a purple zombie, so what kind of zombie has she become four years later?
Bang, bang, bang.
Crunch, crunch...
Suddenly, the thumping sound in the coffin became more and more rapid, and there was a creaking sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board, and my scalp tingled when I heard it.
Just when I was struggling with whether my decision was right or not, a wisp of mental fluctuation suddenly came from inside the coffin, "Let me go, let me out, let me out, I feel the breath of my daughter..."
I was shocked in my heart, this was not a voice, but Teacher Qiao's spiritual thoughts, she actually felt He Huanhuan's breath?
Bang bang bang.
With the rapid collision sound in the grave bag, there was a burst of mental fluctuations again, "You are Xiao An, Xiao An, you let me out, let me out, I want to see my daughter, I feel that she is not feeling well, you tell me what happened..."
I was a little nervous and considered whether or not to continue with the next plan.
Suddenly, Zen's voice sounded in my head, "This may be your grandmother's backhand that was set up four years ago." β
"Four years ago? My grandma's arranged? What do you mean? I hurriedly asked.
But before Zen could reply, my mind suddenly felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and I thought of a lot, and my breathing began to become shorter.
I remember that when Teacher Qiao died four years ago, my grandmother said that Yin Wenqian and the others would be punished one day, and they would not die well.
And at that time, I was very curious, when Teacher Qiao was about to transform into a corpse, why didn't Grandma take out her soul for excess, but instead sealed the soul in her corpse.
I suddenly thought of what my grandmother said after He Huanhuan disappeared four months ago, she said that I would take revenge on He Huanhuan!
Buzzing, my mind was ringing, and I looked at the grave of Teacher Qiao who exuded black yin qi, and my heart was beating wildly.
An even more terrifying thought came to mind, why didn't Teacher Qiao's grave change a long time ago, but after He Huanhuan came back, he exuded a strong yin qi and opened his mind, and he could still transmit spiritual thoughts to me?
This... Could it be that grandma means... Did she really calculate all this four years ago?
My breathing became more and more rapid, if this was really the case, then grandma's city was really terrible, and I was very scary to think about it.
I looked at the shovel in my hand and didn't know what to do for a while.
That's right, I came here with this shovel, in fact, I just wanted to dig up Mr. Qiao's grave and see if Mr. Qiao had completely turned into a zombie.
My plan is for Teacher Qiao, who released the corpse, to tell her the news of He Huanhuan's disappearance and the culprit who caused her disappearance.
After learning about the situation, Teacher Qiao will definitely take revenge on Yin Wenqian and the bald man.
With the bloodthirsty and terrifying abilities of zombies, it will inevitably make Yin Wenqian and them worse than dead.
But now it seems that I'm a little entangled in whether to release Mr. Qiao.
Grandma probably calculated the result of He Huanhuan's disappearance four years ago, and she sealed Teacher Qiao in the coffin, in order to take revenge.
In other words, she calculated that I would come here with a shovel, so she buried the vengeful chess piece of Mr. Qiao four years ago, and such a rebellious calculation ability really shocked me.
I feel that my grandmother's identity is becoming more and more mysterious, and at the same time, I am also worried that I will not be able to control the situation after releasing Teacher Qiao.
Bang bang bang, bang bang!
Suddenly, the thud in the tomb grew louder and faster.
"Xiao An, you tell me, what's wrong with my daughter, let me out, I'm going to see her, are you worried that I will hurt you, don't worry, I won't, roar..."
Teacher Qiao's resentful thoughts and roars came into my mind, prompting me to shiver.
I wanted to release her, but I'm really a little timid at the moment.
She said that she wouldn't hurt me, she couldn't believe it, maybe after rushing out of the coffin, I would be the first person to be killed.
After all, this sentence is not nonsense, what ghosts say cannot be believed, and people who become zombies are not human.
The most important thing is what Mr. Qiao should do if he goes out and hurts innocent villagers.
Before, I was filled with anger in my mind, and I thought a little simply, I felt that Teacher Qiao might be angry because of He Huanhuan's crime, and his attention was all focused on Yin Wenqian and others, so as to ignore the other people.
At that time, I also thought that even if Teacher Qiao hurt other people, I would be able to subdue her, but now, looking at me with a strong yin qi grave, I really have no bottom in my heart.
Besides, what level of zombie Teacher Qiao has evolved into, I don't know, I don't know if it's her opponent.
"Since you're here, let her out." Zen's voice suddenly came, "If it is really all this that your grandmother arranged in advance, she must have the confidence and backhand, and it should not cause an uncontrollable situation." β
"You mean to let her out?" I frowned and communicated with Zen, "I'm worried that I will be the first to kill her after she comes out, and Teacher Qiao's aura is very strong now, what level of zombie has she evolved?" β
Zen was silent for a moment, as if feeling Teacher Qiao's breath, and then said: "Judging from the breath, she should have evolved into a green zombie, and she should not have hurt your strength, at most she will have a tie with you, in short, don't worry, there is still my existence, it is impossible for you to be injured." β
"What? Green stiff? I was shocked when I heard this, "Teacher Qiao has evolved into a green zombie in just four years?" How could it be so fast? β
Zombies are initially Purple Zombie, White Zombie, then Green Zombie, and upwards Hair Zombie.
But in just four years, Teacher Qiao didn't eat human flesh or suck blood, and he couldn't cultivate in the coffin, how could he evolve so fast, and he actually crossed from the white zombie to the green zombie.
"This, if I'm not mistaken, it may have something to do with your grandma." Zen said suddenly.
"Something to do with my grandma?" I was stunned when I heard this, but when I thought of the key point for a moment, my pupils shrank.
I remember that when I was buried, my grandmother buried Mr. Qiao's coffin vertically, and there were talismans on six sides of the coffin.
I suddenly had a strange thought, are those talismans a corpse suppression talisman or a corpse raising talisman?
Bang bang bang.
"Let me out, let me out..."
Teacher Qiao once again sent out his mental thoughts, which were even more violent than just now.
Zen suddenly said to me, let's let Teacher Qiao out, here is here, there should be no accidents, and then said: "Don't you want to avenge He Huanhuan?" β
Thinking of He Huanhuan, my mood immediately became gloomy, and the flames of anger rushed into my mind, no matter what, Huanhuan's revenge must be avenged.
I took a deep breath and slowly walked to Mr. Qiao's grave.
I gradually made a cruel decision in my heart, and comforted myself that if all this was really arranged by my grandmother in advance, there should be no accidents.
In that case, I will.
Bang bang bang.
I looked at the grave bag with a loud noise, and suddenly said, "Teacher Qiao, it's okay to let you out, but you have to promise me one thing, you can't hurt other innocent people in the township, and it seems that you know I'm coming?" Do you also know that He Huanhuan is back? β
"Don't worry, I won't hurt innocent people, I feel my daughter's breath, and my intuition also tells me that she has suffered a lot of sin, and I also sense that you will come here, this ability of foreknowledge, I feel that it may be related to your grandmother's methods." After Teacher Qiao finished speaking, he urged again: "Tell me what happened, who it was, and who bullied her." β
Hearing this, I took a deep breath and said gloomily: "It's Yin Wenqian..."
Immediately afterwards, I told Qiao Lao how He Huanhuan disappeared and all the hardships he suffered in the basement in the past four months, begging outside.
"Ahhh!!h When Teacher Qiao heard this, he immediately shouted angrily, "I want Yin Wenqian's to die, I want them to die well, Xiao An, let me out, I'll kill them now..."
Whew, the black yin qi coming out of the tomb is even thicker, just like the raging black smoke emitted from the burning building, you can imagine how angry Teacher Qiao is at this moment.
"Okay, you wait, I'll release you." I happily agreed, took a shovel and began to dig up Mr. Qiao's grave.
Although it was winter, the grave was not frozen as hard as iron, and I was still able to dig it with all my might.
And the coffin was buried vertically, so I didn't need to dig up the whole coffin, just expose the top of the coffin and smash the top plank with a shovel.
After four years, the coffin will definitely show some decay, and it should not be difficult to smash.
Bang bang bang.
"I'm going out, I'm going out, kill, kill, kill..."