The dark coffin exuded the smell of decay. Two zombies lay side by side in a large gloomy wooden coffin. Mu Kui put his arms around Zhuang Yan'e's neck, letting her lean against her white-haired coffin.
In my arms, I enjoy a cold tranquility.
Zhuang Yan'e was not asleep. She stared at Mu Kui with a pair of blood-red eyes. She raised her palms to caress his hairy cheeks and murmured in a low voice: "Mu Kui, I have a bad feeling.
Maybe we won’t have the chance to see the world that belongs to us..."
Mukui's eyes glowed red, and he made several gurgling sounds in his throat. His big head shook a few times, and hit the side panels of the coffin with several dull clangs. It had evolved simple wisdom. Zhuang Yan'e's words
It can understand it completely. It was because of the free world that it betrayed its master and came here, and now it is actually told that it can't be seen? Although its heart can't beat yet, there is also a feeling of being deceived in its mind.
It feels uncomfortable not to come out.
Zhuang Yan'e gently touched Mukui's face with her palm and said softly: "Don't get excited. That's what I said. Are you so excited?"
Mukui gradually calmed down after listening to its words. He made two loud noises in his throat and said in a deep voice: "There will be a free... world." It didn't know how to express it in complicated words, but
Simple language is enough to explain everything.
What kind of creature is a zombie? It started out as a corpse, but later became a corpse with thoughts and autonomous consciousness. Just like people, as long as they have thoughts, they have pursuits, and sometimes what they pursue is very simple.
Something, like freedom, a land where zombies can live without restraint, where they can enjoy the process of evolution.
Zhuang Yan'e has now accepted the reality. Its body has died once, but its mind has remained. If one day it can become a human again, it will definitely choose to live in a different way and abandon everything in its previous life.
Live again.
Thinking of this, the Mukui in front of her suddenly seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye. What kind of appearance was hidden under its big, hairy face? Zhuang Yan'e used her fingers to gently push away the long hair on Mukui's face, revealing
A man's face with sharp edges and masculine features. If it were not covered by this layer of hair, it would definitely be a face that fascinates women.
"Mumu, you are very handsome. I have something here for you to keep. You are stronger than me, so you are more suitable to keep it." Zhuang Yan'e reached into her pocket and took out a roll made of unknown animal skin, and used it like this.
The long hair on Mukui's chest was twisted into a thin rope to tie the roll, so that no matter how much it was tossed, it would not fall off easily.
It doesn't matter what Mukui puts on his chest, as long as the hope of a free world is not dashed.
Zhuang Yan'e carefully tied the animal skin scroll tightly, and then covered it with the long hair on Mukui's chest. On the surface, no one could tell that there was something tied inside. The animal skin scroll was a treasure map left by the founder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect.
, was passed to Zhang Chongshan together with the Daoling Corpse Royal Talisman, and fell into its hands again and again. According to legend, the treasure place recorded on the treasure map is an extremely cold place. Ordinary people have no way to enter it to hunt for treasures, but they can enter it.
There are only high-level zombies, so it is always safer to put them on Mukui...
Jingle bell——
The crisp sound of ringing bells startled Zhuang Yan'e's palms to tremble a few times. She raised her upper body and sat up. She jumped out of the coffin with Mukui. She rushed to Duanmu's sleeping coffin immediately, holding both paws.
He reached forward and lifted the coffin lid violently.
Duanmu, who was lying in the coffin, sat up with a cry, stared at Zhuang Yan'e with wide eyes, made two gurgling sounds in his throat, and asked in a deep voice: "Damn, what are you calling me for?" This guy didn't know before.
I was following an old Taoist priest with a bad temper who spoke very irritably.
Zhuang Yan'e said calmly: "Get up quickly, someone is coming." The ringing of the bell on the feet of the bronze-armored corpse meant that someone was coming, and it was not an ordinary person, otherwise there would be no way to get past the bronze-armored corpse at the mouth of the well.
That pass, now that the person has descended into the well, he is definitely not an ordinary person.
Duanmu shook his head dejectedly, jumped out of the coffin, and almost at the same time, three men came in from the door. Zhuang Yan'e saw the thin old man in the front with two blood-red eyes at a glance.
His eyes suddenly darkened. This thin old man was none other than Wang Tuling's Drought Demon King's Nest. Behind him were Xu Qing and Hu Kai, who could be said to be three Semi-Saint Realm warriors gathered together.
The bronze-armored corpse at the mouth of the well was easily eliminated by Wang Chao, but he also made a ruthless request to the owner, allowing him to enter the corpse raising area alone to eliminate all the zombies. However, Xu Qing did not do as he wished and took Hu Kai with him.
He followed and brought some things that could destroy the entire corpse raising ground.
There was no need for Wang Chao to restrain his momentum at this time. The moment he entered the door, the zombie king's gloomy Yin Qi began to spread rapidly from his body to all directions. In just a few seconds, the entire corpse raising ground had been filled with surging Yin Qi.
Completely covered with air.
Hanba is the king of zombies. As long as he stands in front of zombies who are inferior to him, he will feel a kind of coercion, as if a mountain is pressing down on them, making them unable to think of any resistance. Zhuang Yan'e's knees softened and she knelt down.
He came down, lowered his head and lay on the ground shivering.
Mao Zhengmukui lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong. He knew that he would be punished by his master, but he did not feel afraid. The master's familiar pressure was like an invisible rope to him.
Tie it up tightly and now it can't move at all.
Duanmu, who was so fierce and majestic just a moment ago, was also cowed. Only when he faced the real Drought Demon did he know what a real king was. His instinct told him that the zombie king in front of him could be easily destroyed with just one slap.
With just one look, pressure from all directions would come in like a tide. It subconsciously resisted kneeling, but its knees involuntarily became weak. It resisted for a few seconds and finally knelt down with a pop.
The same is true for Mao Zheng, Mukui did not kneel down because he was familiar with the pressure of his master. Duanmu was not so lucky. He became a thorn in the eyes of the king's nest. Who calls it a high-level zombie?
Wang Chao glanced at Zhuang Yan'e who was kneeling on the ground coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Very good, you are the one who is causing all this! I underestimated your ability." He had already done this before he came.
He decided to be a human being and the zombies had to protect the same kind of people, but he was a human being now and did not need to protect a group of zombies.
Zhuang Yan'e retained her thoughts and memories from when she was a human. She quickly understood something from Han Ba's words. She reluctantly raised her head and glanced at the king's nest in front of her, with a stiff smile on her lips.