The more Wu Dazhi thought about it, the worse he felt. The worse he felt, the more he couldn't control himself from thinking about the worst.
In the main hall of Yizhuang, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were not the only ones who were nervous. There were also some normal creatures who were disturbed from their normal rest. At this moment, a little mouse full of vitality was doing what it could.
He ran as fast as he could and crossed the rafters.
As soon as his feet slipped, the mouse, which was not well balanced and was good at balancing, actually fell from the beam, hitting Zhou Zijing's footsteps without any hesitation.
Wu Dazhi had just told his bad guesses, but before the two of them calmed down, there was a farce of a rat falling from the sky.
Zhou Zijing was so frightened by the rat that he jumped up from where he was, stumbling and running in the direction of Wu Dazhi.
He tripped over something in the middle of the journey, and his stomach hit a corner of the black coffin. The severe pain made Zhou Zijing instinctively lie down on the coffin.
Although the workmanship of the black coffin is exquisite and the materials used are exquisite, after all, it has been there for many years. Even if there is something evil, it cannot keep the coffin from being damaged.
Zhou Zijing's weight of about 200 kilograms was thrown down on the coffin board, and the consequences could be imagined. As a result, the coffin lid collapsed under Zhou Zijing's weight.
Not only did he fall into the coffin, the wooden stakes that originally supported the feet of the coffin were also crushed by the huge impact, and fell to the ground in a dark place, stirring up a cloud of dust.
A series of sudden changes made Wu Dazhi's heart pick up in his throat. As the saying goes, a coffin with a human in it must never fall to the ground. It would be bad if it landed.
Unable to care about that much, the dust dissipated and Wu Dazhi just wanted to go up to see the situation, but Zhou Zijing suddenly jumped out by himself.
This wasn't the worst. The moment he stood up, the night sky was clearly covered with dark clouds, and a wisp of moon appeared from nowhere.
Wu Dazhi was completely going crazy. Moonlight is the most crucial thing for the transformation of a dead person into a corpse. Before Wu Dazhi could say anything, Zhou Zijing rubbed his face and howled:
"Dazhi, there are zombies inside! There are zombies! I almost kissed it just now!!"
"You're lucky, I haven't kissed you yet!" Wu Dazhi said expressionlessly: "Hurry up and think about what to do next!"
"What should we do next?" Wu Dazhi's reaction seemed to sting Zhou Zijing, who stepped forward and grabbed Wu Dazhi's collar.
"Did I make a mistake? If you really kiss the zombie and pass the Yang Qi, it will also pass the Corpse Qi to you. The two of us don't have to think about anything, we will just explain it here!"
After saying that, Wu Dazhi glared at Zhou Zijing, who was a little embarrassed, took a few deep breaths, and then plucked up the courage to move forward.
It’s not certain whether it’s a zombie or not, and even if it’s a zombie, there are many types, so we need to figure it out.
Wu Dazhi stepped forward and looked at it for a while. Although the corpse looked disgusting, the messy hair and the nails on his hands were not very long, indicating that he stopped metabolism shortly after his death.
After looking at it for a while, Wu Dazhi stretched out his hand and pressed on the skin of the corpse. The elasticity could not be said to be good or bad, but it should be similar to the female corpse in Mawangdui.
"Fat man, don't be nervous. It's probably a mummy. The reason why so many things were used to treat it is because someone is afraid that it will turn into a corpse!"
"Dazhi, do you think it's possible? What's inside this black coffin isn't important at all..."
Zhou Zijing stammered and said:
"Perhaps what those people are guarding against is what's inside the red coffin. I took a look just now. There's a man in the black coffin, and there should be a woman in the red coffin, so..."
After saying this, Zhou Zijing couldn't help but sigh:
"Dazhi, let's not worry about the coffin or what's inside. Anyway, any corpse is bad luck. I think we should go out!"
What Zhou Zijing said was correct, and it was also what Wu Dazhi was worried about. The contents of the black coffin seemed harmless, but there was an unopened coffin, and no one knew what was going on inside.
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were anxious, but the scolding gangsters at the foot of the mountain were even more anxious than they were. They shouted loudly and scolded them harshly, but they refused to come up.
"Fat man, do you think we should spend the whole night with these two couples, or go down the mountain and meet those gangsters?"
Wu Dazhi wiped his fists, glanced at the red coffin, and then continued:
"I know you're a good fighter. Didn't you blame me for not giving you a chance before? Now I'll give you a chance, okay?"
Zhou Zijing glared at Wu Dazhi, sat down on the threshold of the hall angrily, and said angrily:
"If you don't go down, the labor and management will sleep here tonight. No matter what you say, they won't go down. If they have the ability, they will come up! Come up!"
Zhou Zijing originally said this out of anger, but it didn't sound that way to Wu Dazhi's ears. Logically speaking, those gangsters were all locals. Judging from the fact that they found the car left by Wu Dazhi and Wu Dazhi, they rushed up and killed them both.
To chase and block him is not a big deal at all.
Why are you bothering to scold me down there? Could it be that there is something taboo on this mountain and the locals know about it so they dare not come up.
After a while, the gangsters probably got tired of cursing, and their voices became quieter and quieter. Finally, the night sky returned to its usual silence.
"Dazhi, they have withdrawn, how about we withdraw too?"
Zhou Zijing was overjoyed when he heard the scoldings getting quieter. He stood up and said cheerfully to Wu Dazhi. Wu Dazhi sighed. Sure enough, IQ is a flaw that cannot be compensated for.
"It's not that they are afraid of us, there should be something on this mountain that they are afraid of!" Wu Dazhi patted Zhou Zijing on the shoulder:
"Besides, we don't have anything valuable in the car. They made a big fuss and got nothing out of it. Do you think you can accept it? I guess they may be waiting there right now. It depends on whether we can get off or not."
, press it and you’ll be beaten to death!”
After Wu Dazhi finished speaking, Zhou Zijing blinked at him and beat his chest in sudden realization. He was so stupid that he sent him to his door to be beaten.
"Then we just sit here and wait for dawn?" Zhou Zijing asked with some uncertainty.
Wu Dazhi leaned against the door frame and smoked a cigarette depressedly. What Zhou Zijing said was the most correct choice, and of course it was also their only choice at the moment.
Determined to spend the night here, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing quickly made a small fire. They sat on the ground around the fire and let out a long breath. After all, the problem of living people was solved.
As for the problem of dead people in the hall, Wu Dazhi held the spirit of Ah Q and decided to ignore their existence as long as they didn't jump out on their own initiative.
Wu Dazhi could ignore it in his heart, but unfortunately Zhou Zijing didn't have that good concentration. From time to time, he would glance at the red coffin, and then drift his eyes to the black coffin, as if he was afraid of the zombies in the black coffin.
Jump up and down, knock on the door of the red coffin, and call his wife.