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Moon Ya'er exudes a hazy brilliance, the streets are quiet, and even the wild dogs on the street have stopped barking.
Just as Ying Zheng opened the shutter door a crack, his sword eyebrows tightened instantly, and the doubt in his eyes disappeared
Dead breath?
He is too familiar with this smell, every one of the corpse guards in the underground palace has this smell.
Ying Zheng paused for a moment before opening the door, and then opened the rolling door.
He wants to see where the ghosts and ghosts are coming from outside the door.
The moment he opened the door, Ying Zheng immediately knew his identity after seeing the other party's wolf-like green eyes glowing in the night.
Zombies!
His forehead was furrowed, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.
This zombie doesn't seem quite right.
Green-eyed zombies, in the zombie level, are just dumb. Although the strength of the white zombie is greater than that of the black zombie, it is also without sanity.
Only when the zombies are in the late stage of flying dead will the Lingtai slowly become clear and enlightened. Before that, they drank blood like beasts, instinctively yearning for blood, and in order to snatch blood, they might even kill each other.
But the zombie in front of him is different from other zombies.
Apart from a pair of green eyes, he is also very neatly dressed.
That's right, it's clean.
He was wearing a brown-gray suit, with a tie of the same color around his neck, and a pair of pointed-toed leather shoes on his feet.
Not only that, he even tidied up the slightly sparse hair on his head very stylishly. Of course, if you don't seriously care about the different lengths of hair, it is indeed fashionable.
The appearance of the entire zombie, except for the pale and bluish face and those strange eyes, which are different from normal people, other places look exactly the same as human beings.
If he wears a pair of eyes, puts some lipstick on his dark purple lips, and just flings into the crowd like this, no one will doubt that he is not human.
Yingzheng frowned, the white jerk was sane, but the white jerk in front of him was obviously sane. Otherwise, how could he be able to dress himself up and know how to dress up in fashion nowadays.
The moment Yingzheng opened the door, Jin Duo's back suddenly shivered, his green eyes stared, and his body slowly shrank back.
How could there be only one of the same kind here?
Jin mostly wondered if he had gone to the wrong place. He missed Ying Zheng's eyes, looked at the several coffins placed in the shop, and a trace of longing flashed in his eyes.
I did not go to the wrong place, it was this coffin shop.
Could this one of its kind be the same as myself, it must have come to find the boss here to make a coffin.
However, this kind of person is too rude, how can he sneak into someone's house without saying hello? If this makes the boss anxious, they will not have a coffin to sleep in when the time comes to sweep them out together!
Thinking of this, Jin Duo straightened his back, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said slowly: "When entering someone's house, you must knock on the door first, or the host will be angry."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Ying Zheng's forehead jumped suddenly.
Something is wrong with this zombie, and it even talks.
Ying Zheng looked at this zombie who had broken the rules of the zombie world, and there was a little more heat in his light eyes.
How did he cultivate a white stiff who was enlightened and able to speak?
There are tens of thousands of white zombies in my underground palace, but none of them are enlightened. If they are all enlightened, then
Thinking of this, Yingzheng's mood that has been ice-like for thousands of years suddenly rippled a few times.
Ying Zheng's scorching eyes made Jin Duo jump back in fright.
Seemingly afraid that Ying Zheng would suddenly get into trouble, bit him or something, retreated to a distance he thought was safe, and said urgently: "My blood is not good to drink, we are the same kind, so we don't want to engage in cannibalism."
What does this same kind want to do?
Want to bite him?
No, no, they cannot eat their own kind.
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up: "" This zombie is not too stupid.
He doesn't ask how smart the corpse guards in the underground palace are, as long as they can communicate with him simply.
Ying Zheng: "Who are you and how did you cultivate?"
When Jin Duo heard the words, his green eyes suddenly brightened. It felt as if he was in a foreign country, and a fellow countryman saw a fellow countryman! He said in surprise: "Hey, you can also talk? That's great, you are the first talking kind I've met."
Mostly Jin was very happy, with a pair of brows twitching cheerfully. Ouch, it's been thousands of years, and I finally met one?He is the same kind who can talk.
Ying Zheng: "How did you cultivate?"
"What cultivation?" Jin Duo was puzzled.
Do zombies still need to practice? Isn't it all about eating and sleeping, eating after sleeping, eating when you are free, and then basking in the moon, how can you still need to practice?
Well, the way of training a Yeluzi Zombie is to eat and sleep.
In fact, he is not wrong, zombies seem to really practice like this.
Jin Dadu is actually quite sad. Others are rigid with resentment, but he is rigid with obsession.
Before he was alive, he was a merchant who was fond of money. After his death, his filial son found him an excellent place to be buried, but the place turned over within two days after his burial, and unexpectedly forced his favorite place to bury him. The tomb has been turned into a shade.
Raising the corpse in the shade directly caused his corpse to not rot for many years. When the feng shui of the cemetery is changed, the descendants of the family are also directly affected.
His only thought before he died was that he didn't tell his only son where he hid his money. As a result, after Dilong turned over, his only son's family property was wiped out, penniless, and he ended up living on the street with his grandson.
After he became a little ghost, ghost messengers took him to the underworld to report, but because his obsession was too strong, he couldn't go to the underworld. Looking at his son's poor life, Jin Dadu thought that if he could go back alive, he would tell his son where the money was hidden immediately, so that he would not live in such a poor life.
Maybe it's because he thought too deeply, let alone, after a hundred years, he really returned to his own body that was kept in a mortuary.
May there be another use? His only son has turned into bones!
But he miraculously became a zombie.
In those years when he was just becoming stiff, he couldn't control the bloodthirsty desire in his body, so he sneaked in the middle of the night to steal other people's poultry to eat. Later, he discovered that the moonlight can actually satisfy his hunger, so he started to bask in the moon.
Later, he discovered that it is actually more convenient to sleep, and he can sleep for many years, and for many years, he does not have to swallow chicken blood raw with nausea.
As a result, Jin Dadu became a strange zombie who ate and slept, and then ate after waking up.
It is also because he has never sucked the blood of a stranger, so he is a little malnourished. He has been wandering in the world for so long, and he has just broken through the black stiffness and turned into a white stiffness.
This time, he slept for another two hundred years, and when he woke up again, he found that his coffin was completely ruined. This sleeping place is broken, where will I sleep in the future?
As a zombie who is very particular about life, he refuses to sleep directly underground.
So, I started thinking about finding someone to make a coffin.
But he is a zombie, who is willing to help him make a coffin?
In order to be able to make a coffin, Jin mostly worked hard. He spent many years observing the lives of modern people in the dark at night. Find someone to make a coffin.
He was able to get Zhao Xuan's phone number thanks to someone who bought a coffin in Zhao Xuan's shop.
Jin Dadu saw that the family had a new coffin that day, so he sneaked in in the middle of the night, wanting to climb in and lie down. After all, he hadn't slept in a coffin for many years, and he really missed it.
But he didn't want to, and found the business card of Zhao Xuan's family beside the coffin.
So, I came up with the idea of ??calling to order a coffin.
However, the proprietress of the coffin shop was so fierce that she hung up without listening to him when she received the call.
Don't look at Jin as a zombie, but he is a very cultured and elegant zombie.
Look, which zombie is like him, who not only is neatly dressed, but also can read and write, can make a phone call, and when it's over, he also knows how to be polite when entering the door.
He is much more down-to-earth than Yingzheng, the emperor zombie.
Jin Da pretended to be a human being, and made several calls to the coffin shop. The call was not connected for a while, but a man answered the call again. He thought he had made a mistake. After receiving the other party's reply, let him come to the store to choose the goods by himself.
This made him very happy. No, that night, I ran across the mountains and ridges to dig out the gold and silver that I had buried before my death. After washing the gold that was stained with some mud, I sneaked to get a box to put it in, and then started to rush to the coffin shop.
After all, it will definitely cost money to find someone to make a coffin.
Without money, who wants to do a white job?
This time he brought enough gold, and he wanted to ask the owner of the coffin shop to make him a golden coffin.
He didn't believe it, the golden coffin would still be broken
Well, this is a very thinking zombie.
Ahem, because he is a zombie, it is not convenient for him to travel during the day, so the zombie knocked on the door in the middle of the night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com); Ahem, because he is a zombie, it is not convenient for him to travel during the day, so the zombie knocked on the door in the middle of the night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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