Reborn Zombie Supreme

A dull space, sealed.

He Cheng felt a little out of breath. The strange thing was that in this completely sealed space, he was not suffocated to death.

With his arms at his sides, he wanted to raise his hands to scratch his face, but found that his elbows were very stiff, as if they were wrapped in a layer of plaster, and when he raised his hands, he could only touch the top of the sealed space.

The material that covers the head should be wood.

As he struck, it made a "dong-dong" sound.

"This place is a bit like a coffin..."

He could only guess that someone was joking with him, or was he kidnapped and buried alive?

Being covered in a coffin will kill someone.

"Hey! There's someone here! Is anyone here?"

Regardless of whether this is a game or not, when you are unable to save yourself, it is crucial to ask for help from others outside.

But when his voice came out, he was startled.

No human voice came out, his throat was like a broken file rubbing against each other, and he let out a sharp roar.

"Is this me?" In the dark space, his body was so stiff that he couldn't even move. He Cheng couldn't even touch himself.

But he was already in a daze, and he didn't feel like a human being at all.

Before He Cheng woke up from his shock, he heard someone outside saying seriously, "Things are more troublesome than I thought. Qingyun, Feihe, Danmo Douxian! The prince must have transformed into a corpse!"

evil Dead? Zombies?

Thinking about his current situation again, in the small space sealed to the coffin, the joints of the body are stiff...

The prince who transformed into a corpse couldn’t be himself!

He Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he patted the coffin lid covering himself vigorously. As soon as the lid was lifted, a faint light penetrated and made He Cheng's eyes hurt, and then the lid was pressed down with greater force.

When he struggled again, his hand subconsciously retracted.

The wood that was harmless just now seemed to be covered with knife tips in an instant. As he slapped it hard, the tingling sensation went straight to the brain and poured into the soul!

This is not physical pain, but mental pain.

The idea of ​​​​pushing open the coffin lid and escaping was in vain. He Cheng didn't even dare to move anymore. All this must be attributed to the so-called "Mo Dou Line". If he could really escape, he would have to consider another issue. There must be Taoist priests outside. Guard, if you go out on your own, wouldn’t you be throwing yourself into a trap?

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, "It's better than suffocating to death in a coffin. No, zombies are immortal. If they wait, they will only be buried underground forever, or be cremated into dregs."

He resisted both options.

As a human being, you want to live a long life, and as a zombie, you also want to live forever.

But there was another voice coming from outside. It was the man just now. His voice sounded like he was relieved, "The prince's body has turned into a zombie. It's just the lowest level of white zombie. Please don't worry, little prince."

Then a child's voice came. Because the child's voice was very delicate, it was impossible to tell the difference between male and female, but judging from his answer, he should be the young prince.

"The emperor's uncle guarded the border for our Qing Dynasty. This time he was attacked by an evil creature and died. I, the king, should bury him generously in the imperial mausoleum."

My lord, the previous owner of my body did not do well.

But hearing the word Qing Dynasty, He Cheng instantly thought of the dynasties and the princes of the Qing Dynasty...

Traveling through time is a good thing, and becoming a prince and enjoying the glory and wealth sounds good, but becoming a prince after death, and also turning into a zombie, is nothing more miserable than this.

Having seen many zombie movies, He Cheng knows best that zombies have no human rights. They are chased by Taoist priests, chased by Taoist priests, chased by Taoist priests... That's right, the existence of zombies only kills two lambs and scares people. In addition, at most they are chased by Taoist priests, which highlights the power of Taoist priests.

"I will live up to the high expectations of the young prince, and I will definitely escort the prince's body safely!"

The sound outside the coffin became noisy, and it seemed that there was a eunuch giving sharp orders. However, the little Taoist priest guarding He Cheng's coffin curled his lips in disdain and cursed secretly that "a dog relies on human power."

A dark space, sealed.

Stiff body, unable to move.

Moreover, a spell was cast on the coffin lid above his head, which caused pain to the bones when touched.

The only thing He Cheng could do was to listen to the conversations outside and sketch the scene in his mind based on the information.

That's the main reason he's not going crazy, but he's also having a mental breakdown.

Unfortunately, there was too little communication with people outside. They were busy on their way, and the most they did was panting. The smell of breath was like the smell of roast chicken that lured He Cheng.

When people smell the aroma of roasted chicken, they want to eat it. He Cheng smells the breath of people and just wants to bite them through and drink their blood!

He was startled by his thoughts and quickly suppressed the bloodlust in his mind, but soon he overturned everything and became even more eager.

On the first day, I passed by in a hurry.

He Cheng learned that the coffin he was lying in was carried by a carriage, and four Taoist boys were guarding the four corners of the coffin.

Outside was a group of guards, and it took him about four or five hours to figure out that there should be about twelve guards.

Accompanying him are the maid, the eunuch, the young prince, and his biggest enemy, the Taoist priest!

The horse pulling the cart snorted and stopped, and then the sound of "crackling" wood burning came from outside.

They were setting up camp.

The poor zombie didn't need to sleep. He Cheng looked at the darkness in front of him and waited motionlessly for the opportunity.

The next day, when they passed through the town, they heard the sound of newspapers being sold and the police came to check.

But was sent away by a few "ding-dong" money.

Then the time is definitely not the Qing Dynasty, it should be the Republic of China period.

His mind has been wandering, thinking about the maid next to the young prince, and guessing the weight by listening to the footsteps.

Thinking about the previous conversation between the Taoist boys, I guessed that they might not know anything except spreading glutinous rice and splashing chicken blood.

The longer he stayed in the dark, the closer his mind was to a breakdown and he became a little neurotic, but what he did most was to think wildly.

For four days in a row, a normal person would definitely collapse.

As for He Cheng, he was already filled with resentment. His thoughts changed from escaping to find a deep mountain forest to hide and become a zombie, to hating "I will kill you all when I get out, especially that Taoist priest!"

On the fifth day, a rooster crow made He Cheng shiver and his body became stiff and did not dare to move.

This is the instinctive fear of zombies. After these few days of traveling, he found that he was afraid of roosters, the barking wild dogs, and the cold-calling wild cats passing by.

Even when the body-carrying team gathered in front of the coffin to burn incense in the morning, he would be overwhelmed by the strong popularity.

He is probably the lowest level zombie.

At this time, Taoist priest Qianhe outside suddenly stopped the advancing corpse transport team.

"Why did you stop?" The disgusting drake voice sounded. It should have been spoken by the eunuch who had been following the young prince.

"Back to Mr. Wu, we don't have enough glutinous rice. Our senior brother's house is in front of us. I'll go over and borrow some glutinous rice."

Hearing the glutinous rice, He Cheng's face was full of disgust in the dark. The Taoist priest Qianhe would stuff the glutinous rice and water in the cracks of the coffin every day, making He Cheng feel suffocated without breathing.

Soon, Taoist priest Qianhe borrowed glutinous rice and started on the road again.

But a stranger said from a distance, "Junior brother, I'm looking at the stars and it's going to rain. Please pay attention."

rain?

He Cheng, who was about to collapse in the coffin, suddenly woke up. On a rainy day, he might have a chance to escape. As long as the damn ink lines outside were washed away by the rain, the coffin lid would never be able to stop him.

But would Taoist Master Qianhe really give him such an opportunity?

The only chance to escape had to be decided by God. He felt unhappy, but he kept looking forward to it, preferably a heavy rainstorm!

He Cheng has long been accustomed to the torment of time.

Waiting for the night to finally fall.