In December 1924, Puyi, who was far away in Beijing, had just been expelled from the Forbidden City, which represented the complete end of the two thousand years of rule of the feudal dynasty.
However, under the rule of the princes of the Republic of China, the people did not live a good life.
The warlords were separatist, the world was in chaos, corpses were everywhere, and the air of death was lingering. In the land of China, under the flames of war, rumors of monsters and ghosts were rampant everywhere. Those knowledgeable people in the city published newspapers to criticize, scolding the feudal superstition for harming society.
The people in the countryside are uneducated and cannot read the news, but they spread it by word of mouth, and they have noses and eyes.
It was dark, not even a star was visible.
There was mist, and there was no one around. It was desolate, with only one house isolated on the side of the road.
"Ring ring ring, ring ring ring..."
In the distance, a donkey came with a man riding on it.
The man was shaking a copper bell in his hand, walking along the four-meter-wide dirt path towards the house.
"God has destiny, destiny has its time, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, the road to the west is on its way!"
A chant with a changeable tune, dragging a long tail tone, spreads far away in this dark, windless, naturally quiet misty wilderness.
It was dark, and behind the donkey rider, there were countless people following him. Following the sound of the bells, they jumped and jumped and followed the donkey rider towards the wilderness.
Away from the dilapidated house.
"This righteous village of Huang Dashan is about to collapse."
The donkey rider was wearing a shabby Taoist robe and had a goatee on his chin. At this moment, his index finger and thumb pinched his goatee, and he looked up at a plaque on the lintel of the dilapidated house.
On the dark plaque, there are four big characters: Huang's Yizhuang.
"The Huang family suffered a disaster, and the clan members were scattered. Now the clan's righteous village is about to collapse. It's so desolate that the Huang family is completely finished. It's true that they killed people and set fire to gold belts, built bridges and paved roads, but there were no corpses!
What a shame, what a shame!”
It was already five o'clock in the morning, and seeing that it was almost dawn, the old Taoist stretched out his hands, straightened the Zhuangzi scarf on his head, patted the donkey's butt, and walked into Yizhuang, shaking a copper bell in his hand.
The figures behind, all wearing dark robes and mandarin jackets, jumped across the threshold, followed closely behind Lao Dao, and entered Yizhuang.
Crossing the dilapidated courtyard filled with weeds in the cracks between the bricks in front, we entered the house with the open air overhead and drafty walls.
In the righteous village, there is a long parking lot for people who died in a foreign land, and the bodies are temporarily stored.
Nowadays, the house has been neglected for many years, and passersby find it unlucky. They would rather walk in the dark than stay here. The unpopular house is damp and dilapidated, with wooden doors and walls even rotting and growing mushrooms. It has become
The home of some snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
"Ring ring ring ring ring..."
"Fellow fellows, we've been traveling all night. Let's take a day off and we'll leave again in the evening."
While the old Taoist priest was ringing the bell, he looked as usual, as if talking to someone, and gave a Taoist bow to the figures standing stiffly in the lobby.
Occasionally, the moon pokes its head out from the clouds, and its silvery light shines on these stiff figures wearing black robes and mandarin jackets. Their pale faces are covered with yellow talismans, and their green-faced fangs look particularly eye-catching!
But the old Taoist priest looked like he was used to it. He rang the bell and watched these figures jump to the rows of desks one by one. Without seeing that their legs were bent, he jumped up to a height of more than one meter and jumped onto the desks.
The coffin planks were lying down.
Just when the old man was squatting in the corner and preparing to sleep with his clothes on, an unconscious glance from his eyes suddenly shocked him!
Quietly,
a pair of eyes,
Just in that corner, staring at him coldly.
The man was wearing a black slim-fitting suit and crystal gold-rimmed glasses, looking elegant. The watch dial on his wrist was shining brightly in the dark room, and he didn't know what kind of treasure it was.
The appearance of such a person in this dilapidated Yizhuang is so unexpected!
Especially since this man's hands were very calm and he was carefully peeling and eating the oranges.
This person,
Are you sick?
He is dressed like a young man from a wealthy family. Why are you doing here so late at night?
Still eating oranges?
And you eat so exquisitely?
Moreover, looking at his thin, frail and elegant appearance, he looks like an ordinary ordinary person, but he is not afraid in this gloomy Yizhuang. Could it be that he is stupid and bold because of reading?
Or, did he run away because of a grudge against his family?
Or, the young master who was dissatisfied with his family's arrangements and ran away from marriage?
It's possible that when people get angry, they don't care about fear anymore. It's probably because they still have some anger in their stomachs!
With just a glance, the old Taoist had scenes of great drama unfolding in his mind, and stories from past dramas emerged one after another, making his mind active.
Zhou Yang didn't know that he just looked at each other in the dark, and the old man imagined an annual drama.
Although he had just arrived in this strange trial world, the scene in front of him was really eerie and terrifying, but after all, he was also a good player in the zombie circle. No matter how bad he was, he would not see this suspected zombie.
Be scared.
"Crack!"
In the darkness, there was a slight sound.
"Oh~oh~"
Following that slight sound, the entire house suddenly became as bright as day. The dazzling light pierced the eyes of the old man and made him shed tears. He couldn't help but scream out in shock.
"Taoist priest, are you a zombie?"
Zhou Yang glanced at the emergency spotlight hung on the beam with an iron hook. This was hung up as soon as he traveled here.
His eyes were not affected. Under the blazing white light, the fourteen suspected zombies lying on the coffin board were clearly visible, including an old Taoist priest wearing a shabby and greasy robe and a shabby appearance.
"What kind of world is this? Looking at the dark robes and mandarin jackets on these suspected zombies, it looks like the Qing Dynasty. The old Taoist is wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist Zhuangzi scarf on his head, and a wooden hairpin in a Taoist bun. It's hard to tell the specific era.
.”
Zhou Yang thought secretly in his heart.
"You young man, you scared me."
Seeing Zhou Yang staring at him, the old Taoist priest said angrily.
Then he rubbed his eyes, which were gradually getting used to it, and glanced at the bright spotlights in confusion. He didn't know when such a run-down Yizhuang was powered on, and such a bright light was installed!
Just such a headlight should be very valuable.
"You haven't answered me yet, are these zombies?"
Zhou Yang stared at the old Taoist priest and asked persistently.
"Of course not, this is just something I refined using a secret method. I can only control it by jumping along with the bell."
The old Taoist priest looked at the motionless zombies on the coffin board, with a look of compassion on his face, and the compassion in his eyes could not be hidden: "These are Shanxi people who left their corpses in the wilderness and died in a foreign country. Some Shanxi merchants asked me for help.
, just send them home.
In these turbulent years, if you die in a foreign country, you still have to be sent home and buried so that your soul can rest in peace."
"Um."
Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes after listening to the old Taoist priest's words.
By the way, I turned off the emergency spotlight with a click.
The room suddenly became dark.
Seeing that Zhou Yang had no voice, the old Taoist stopped talking.
But in the darkness, a pair of eyes turned gurglingly, looking particularly sinister.
