It was dark at night, and Xu Dao and Su Jiu had already gone to bed, but there was a crackling sound from downstairs, mixed with the screams of many people.
Such a large formation appeared in the inn, and what happened underneath was interesting. Even if Xu Dao didn't want to pay attention, he had to get up, light the lamp on the table, then put on a Taoist robe, yawned, and opened the door.
Go straight downstairs.
Su Jiu saw his actions and was about to ask her to go down and inquire about the situation first. Xu Dao stayed in the house first, but when she thought of Xu Dao's cultivation and the ability of the Taoist priests to have spiritual consciousness, she honestly
He followed Xu Dao, but he still held the magic weapon whip in his hand and was still vigilant.
After the two of them walked out of the room, they walked a few steps and found that many people had come out on the second floor. They were standing on the railings, looking down, some were trembling, or their faces were pale.
stiff.
Xu Dao and the two walked over and stood upstairs to watch the excitement.
Harsh screams resounded downstairs, accompanied by several nervous shouts:
"Quickly, put it back into the coffin!"
"Whatever you did when you pressed it back, it jumped out! Hurry up and tie it up and burn it with fire!"
Bang bang bang!
Amid the discussion among the living people, there was a clashing sound like kowtows, and then what appeared in Xu Dao's eyes was a pale man wearing a shroud with a bluish complexion.
The opponent's hair was disheveled, his arms were raised, and his feet were strong. He was constantly jumping up and hitting the door panel of the inn, and his head banged on it.
Looking to other parts of the inn lobby, I saw the yellow-painted coffin placed in the center of the lobby. The ropes had popped open, the lid of the coffin had been flipped to the ground, and it was empty inside.
There is no need to explain. Both Xu Dao, who was expecting it, and Su Jiu, who was ignorant, both understood what the situation was. It was the things inside the coffin that jumped up!
The screams continued.
Several strong men in sackcloth and mourning were gathered below, their teeth chattering, but they were still standing, holding sticks in their hands.
As for the shopkeeper and the waiter below, they were so frightened that their legs were weak and they collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.
"Zombie, zombie! Zombie!"... Screams also sounded from the second floor, and someone quickly ran back to the guest room, closing the doors and windows tightly.
There are still people who want to escape here with their robes lifted, but the only way up and down the second floor is a staircase, and zombies happen to be blocked downstairs. If they escape, they will find themselves at the door.
There were sounds of stomping feet, crying, cursing, and pushing. There were many people staying in the small country inn. All kinds of noises rang in Xu Dao's ears, which made him quite interesting.
He was not in a hurry to go downstairs. Instead, he took out a large handful of melon seeds from his sleeve, held them in his hand, and leaned on the railing, eating melon seeds and watching the excitement.
The little fox girl Su Jiu stood beside him calmly, stretching out her hands to hold the finished melon seed shells for him.
The master and servant were so leisurely, but the people downstairs were not having a good time. The strong men were advancing or retreating, harassing or disturbing, and someone even grabbed an old hen from the kitchen and threw it at the zombies.
"Cock-clack!" A burst of chicken crows suddenly sounded in the inn, and some chicken feathers flew up to the second floor and were blown away by Xu Dao who was watching the excitement.
Fortunately, the zombie did not bite the old hen. It just kept hitting the door panel at the door, trying to jump out, which was a bit rigid.
At this time, the people downstairs became bolder. The innkeeper got up from the ground, touched the cold sweat on his head, and said with a trembling voice:
"The corpse has transformed. Why don't you quickly suppress it and burn it on fire?"
The person downstairs just now muttering about burning the zombies was the innkeeper, but he only moved his mouth and did not dare to move forward even half a step.
Several strong men carrying the coffin had boldly approached the zombie and surrounded it. They still held thick hemp ropes in their hands, but after hearing the shopkeeper's words, they hesitated in their actions.
One of the middle-aged men with red cheeks heard this and said in embarrassment: "Shopkeeper, this is the famous Taoist Master Chen from all over the country. He was killed because he was removing the body of the big guy."
"Daochang Chen made an explanation before he died. Everything is fine. We just ask that we don't burn his body and send him back to his hometown to bury him in peace."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he stamped his feet angrily and said, "I know, I know! Otherwise, why do you think I asked you to carry the coffin into the store?"
"But who knew that Daochang Chen would turn into a corpse after he died?"
When the strong men heard what the innkeeper said, they looked at each other for a moment, and they all kept muttering in their mouths. Some agreed to burn the body and settle the matter, while others said they would tie it up and wait until dawn.
Xu Dao listened carefully to the discussion of the people downstairs, and then he realized that the person who turned into a corpse had some identity. He was an old stranger who often helped the villagers with feng shui, buried graves, and got rid of zombies. He was well-known in the city.
It's just that this Taoist priest Chen, perhaps due to bad luck or old age, suffered a sudden illness from a family a few days ago after recovering his dead son who turned into a corpse.
Now the villagers were so grateful for his righteous deed that they specially sent people to collect his body and sent it to Daochang Chen's hometown to prepare for burial.
But who knew that Daochang Chen, who had been a zombie for most of his life, would turn into a zombie again after his death, which caught the strong man carrying the coffin and the innkeeper off guard.
"What should be done, what should be done!" the shopkeeper stomped in the lobby.
"Daochang Chen himself is gone, and no one from ten miles away can collect it! Even if someone is capable, there is no time to find it in this wilderness."
The innkeeper also shouted in agreement: "That's right, our shopkeeper is already kind enough. If we wait until this zombie becomes powerful and wants to eat people, wouldn't it mean that it will cost everyone's life?"
The middle-aged man with a red face heard this. He muttered, looked at the zombie who was hitting the door panel, and just said in a nonchalant voice: "Director Chen has said it himself, he will not..."
The innkeeper Qian Bai said: "It's better to pay it forward while alive. He is already dead. How can he know what will happen after death?"
The red-faced man's face turned red, "I promise, I promise."
"You're not a Taoist, how can you guarantee that?"
During the commotion, someone suddenly looked around and saw four or five heads sticking out from the second floor. He immediately pointed at one of them and shouted:
"Look! Look, there is a Taoist priest upstairs!"
Suddenly, seven or eight pairs of eyes looked toward the second floor.
Xu Dao leaned on the railing and stopped eating melon seeds. He raised his eyebrows and smiled softly.
The person who was being stared at by everyone downstairs was none other than Xu...