Reborn Zombie Supreme

At night, the summer cicadas chirp, seeming to say that tonight is as ordinary as last night.

Taoist Master Qianhe fiddled with the mahogany sword in his hand and glanced at the coffin guarded by the Taoist boys and guards behind him.

The dried ink lines on the coffin are like a net covering the entire coffin.

He was disturbed because the body was so quiet!

The zombies that first transformed into zombies were absolutely fearless and would struggle wildly. The zombies lying quietly in the coffin like this are very different.

"Hopefully this is a good thing"

After muttering to himself, Taoist priest Qianhe directed two Taoist boys to tie the coffin with hemp rope. He always felt a little frightened tonight, but he was not good at studying. He went down the mountain to follow the royal family when he was only a teenager. He was barely capable of catching ghosts and zombies. , he has no knowledge of the strange art of astrology and divination.

The corpse-carrying team stopped, and the guards stopped to repair themselves, but they did not take off their armor, and they always had scimitars on their waists.

As royal guards, they were used to this.

The young prince got off the sedan, and with the help of Minister Wu, he sat down on a small stool with cushions embroidered with gold silk on which dragons and phoenixes played.

The accompanying chef was making a fire to cook, and several people were setting up camp to prepare a place for the young prince to spend the night.

Only Taoist priest Qianhe ignored the meat roasting on the fire. He took a bite of the dry food in his arms and looked up at the sky. "Senior brother Simu is often inaccurate in stargazing. There is not a single dark cloud above his head. It seems that It’s me who worries too much.”

No rain is the best.

Just when everyone was relaxing, a thunder exploded in the sky.

Click! !

Immediately after the purple lightning and thunder, there was pouring rain!

"It's raining!" Taoist Master Qianhe said secretly. He put the dry food in his arms and stood up. He shouted to the Taoist boys and guards guarding the coffin, "Quickly, transport the coffin to the tent!"

The ink line melts when it meets water, and he is not afraid of a white-haired zombie. But the young prince is here, and these guards around him are all blood food that can drive zombies crazy!

When the corpse turns into a zombie, it becomes crazy when exposed to blood. By then, Taoist priest Qianhe cannot guarantee that he can protect everyone.

But as long as one person is bitten, it will trigger a chain reaction!

He knew very well what would happen if the ink line got wet, so Taoist priest Qianhe acted swiftly. He jumped up on the coffin lid and sat down cross-legged. However, under the heavy rain, the dried ink lines were getting wet, and there were two corners. Already stripped of color.

He was secretly anxious, but fortunately the coffin was not delivered slowly and it quickly arrived in front of the tent.

But a figure pinched the waist and blocked the path of the coffin, acting as a roadblock.

Wu Shilang pointed angrily at the long nose of Qianhe Dao who was sitting on the coffin and cursed, "You idiot, do you have any brains? This tent is for the young prince. You let the young prince live with the coffin?"

"Wu Shilang, if there is an emergency, just make do with it!" Taoist priest Qianhe jumped down, but did not dare to squeeze in.

He is just a commoner, and the eunuch with the fake beard in front of him is the servant!

Although the Qing Dynasty has collapsed, many people ignore the Qing government's arrogant appearance, but Taoist priest Qianhe does this.

Learned martial arts and brought goods to the emperor's family.

Taoist priest Qianhe went to the mountain to learn skills, hoping to be promoted and make a fortune, and to serve the royal family.

Wu Shilang pretended to be a tiger, but he hit Taoist Master Qianhe's weakness.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the ink marks on the coffin had been completely washed away. Taoist Master Qianhe ordered the Taoist boy to hold on to the tied rope to prevent the zombies from counterattacking, and then turned to Wu Shilang and explained, "The heavy rain has washed away the ink marks, and the zombies If you run out, everyone will be in danger!"

"this……"

Everyone is in danger. Wu Shilang thought of the safety of the young prince and himself. The lives of other people really didn't matter to him. It was about life safety. Wu Shilang couldn't help but be shaken, but if he said it out loud, it would be like throwing it out. If the water is released now, wouldn’t my momentum become weaker?

At this moment, the voice of the young prince in the tent came: "Master Wu, let Taoist Master Qianhe and the others bring the coffin in."

The young prince's voice was like the sound of nature. Qianhe Dao was overjoyed and held his hand in the direction of Wu Shilang, who had a look of disgust on his face. "Please lend it to Wu Shilang!"

This may not be a secret fight for favor.

Wu Shilang and Taoist priest Qianhe, who planned to hang themselves on the tree of the young royal prince, usually only choked each other, and because Taoist priest Qianhe had no official rank, they always ended up losing in the fight.

Now that he finally won, you can imagine how happy he was. It seemed that he was expected to be promoted.

He ordered the guards behind him to move the coffin in quickly, and he walked past Shilang Wu and entered the tent with his chest raised.

Wu Shilang cursed unhappily, "The villain is successful!"

Then he hurriedly got into the tent. It was raining heavily, and he didn't want to get wet with the guards outside.

The guards hesitantly carried the coffin into the tent, but they didn't know He Cheng was the "Prince" who had been lying in the coffin, waiting attentively for the opportunity to break the coffin.

He heard everything they said,

At the same time, he counted the number of people in the tent. Through the smell of breath and the sound of footsteps, he found that there were only six or seven people in total. Except for Taoist priest Qianhe, the rest were just ordinary people.

Having watched zombie movies, he knew that zombies were as lethal to Taoist priests as cats were to humans. They might be injured if they were not careful, but they were by no means a formidable opponent.

But to ordinary people, zombies are monsters that cannot be cut with a knife or penetrated by a gun.

Waiting for the opportunity to rush out and find a way to kill Taoist Master Qianhe first, then things will be simple.

He listened to everyone's conversation, counted them carefully, and waited for the opportunity.

"Qingyun, go out and bring the guy who's eating in. We'll tie the coffin with ink rope later, and we'll tie it up again after this rainy day!"

"Yes, Master!" A Taoist boy listened to Taoist Master Qianhe's instructions, agreed and ran out.

One less person.

There may be a better time to take action, but He Cheng is unwilling to wait any longer. He is fed up with the constraints of the coffin and wants to get out!

He Cheng raised his hand and touched the coffin lid lightly, and sure enough, the pain no longer came.

With the force of both arms, the solid wood coffin lid weighing dozens of kilograms was blown away with a clang, and the tent collapsed at the same time!

Rain poured down from high altitude, instantly soaking He Cheng.

Although zombies jump out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements, people are buried in the earth first after death. It is easiest to use the earth's energy to revive and become stiff, so they love the earth and fear water.

However, the hatred and fear of water could not erase the anger in He Cheng's heart.

Trapped in a small, sealed space for five days, he now desperately needed to vent.

He wanted to stand up and sit up, but his waist joints were extremely stiff and did not support him in this action at all, but a strong force shook the bottom of the coffin through his back, forcing him to stand upright.

He is a zombie and can barely move his body.

At the same time, because he is a zombie, he has copper skin and iron bones, and is extremely powerful!

At this moment, Priest Qianhe’s exclamation came, “No, the zombies have broken the coffin! Escort the young prince away quickly!”

Boom!

He Cheng jumped up with all his strength, but his body felt like lead. His legs were stiff and his knees were hard to bend. He could barely jump half a meter high.

Finally he jumped out of the coffin.

After landing, I stepped into two conspicuous mud pits.

He Cheng raised his eyes and looked,

First of all, what caught his eyes was not the panic of the Taoist priest, the nervousness of the guards, and the fear of the young prince, but a few words above each person's head.

"Level 2-Royal Guard"

"Level 1 - Wu Shilang"

"Level 2-Tao Tong Feihe"

There was also "Level 10-Taoist Master Qianhe" who was holding a mahogany sword in front of him and stabbing him.

Without exception, the words above these people's heads are all red!

Words as red as blood.