Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the breeze is swaying, and it is very quiet.

The room conditions are simple, just a bed, a table, and a chair.

Tang Ye didn't pay attention to these things, and sat on the bed to exercise his skills, but his mind couldn't calm down. From time to time, some messy thoughts came to his mind: either zombies or evil spirits...

According to Taoist Master Linghe, the charity village is safe.

It must be safe, otherwise Wencai would have died many times.

The entire charity village has a formation, an important position, and a magic weapon is hung. Unless people make trouble and destroy things, they will be killed.

However, it is impossible for people outside to break in.

This place is famous, so don’t be close to people. Who dares to come and get into trouble?

Even if you are seeking death, you will not come to such a terrifying place.

Although Wencai was rash, he did not dare to move around. At most, he lifted the lid of the coffin...

While he was thinking about it, Tang Ye seemed to hear a strange noise, babbling, as if someone was grinding his teeth.

But there is no reason to grind teeth so loudly?

It sounds more like the friction sound caused by moving the wooden board.

He immediately thought about whether it was the zombies sealed in the coffin in the left wing room, which had mutated.

It shouldn't be.

The coffin is not ordinary wood, with a corpse-suppressing talisman on it. Some coffins were also bounced all over with ink buckets...

This ink bucket is not the type used by carpenters. The ink is made by special blending and pounding. When it is pushed onto the coffin, it is equivalent to ropes. If it is tied to a strong position, the zombies will not be able to break free.

But the babbling and friction sounds were a while, which made Tang Ye feel like he was scratching his mind. If he didn't go and take a look, he always felt uneasy.

He had no intention of practicing martial arts. After he hesitating for a moment, he finally got up, opened the door and walked out.

The courtyard is cold and the view is good.

In the wing rooms on both sides, the soul requiem lamps remained unfolded all night, and there were also incense, candles and flames.

These lights give people a sense of stability and reliability.

The friction sound suddenly disappeared.

After a moment of pause, Tang Ye stepped up the steps and reached out to push open the door of the left wing room.

The door was closed and opened as soon as it was pushed, making a babbling sound.

It was quiet inside and there was no abnormal appearance.

The so-called wing room is actually rather a side hall, long and square, with coffins neatly arranged, which is spectacular.

In the afternoon, I came in with my master, amazed at the large number of coffins and listened to the Taoist's narration, but did not observe the place seriously.

Now that night is late and I am alone, I can see clearly.

To be honest, I was indeed a little scared before entering the door; but when I stepped in, my heart quickly settled down.

People who practice martial arts have strong courage.

There is a saying that "it's rare and strange." On the other hand, if you are in it, you will get used to it when you see it more and touch it more.

No wonder Na Wen just lie down and sleeps. He has been staying in the charity house for some time. He has been guarding zombies and ghosts all day long, and has already adapted to it.

If you don't adapt, you will either be scared to death or run away early...

This guy looked sad and frowning, but he actually had something unique, so Uncle Jiu would accept him as his disciple. I don’t know what the other disciple Qiu Sheng is like, he is said to be a naughty guy.

Tang Ye took a step and walked slowly among the coffin, as if he was patrolling.

Soon, he discovered the clue.

None of the coffins here have the same shape. They are big or small, flat or round, square or diamond. They are probably tailor-made for the zombies lying inside, and they are different.

What a caring service.

This alone shows that Uncle Jiu’s style of conduct is very rigorous and pays attention to details.

However, the consumption of this family business is definitely indispensable. Their brothers have their own skills to help others exorcism. If they don’t make money, they will not be able to maintain it at all.

Suddenly, Tang Ye understood his master's philosophical affairs.

Although Taoist Linghe lives in the city, he has invested a lot of money in the charity village.

Well, it doesn't make much sense to count money at this time.

Tang Ye shook his head and suddenly stopped beside a pair of coffins.

The coffin was the one that I grabbed Wencai's hand in the afternoon and wanted to drag him into.

Tang Ye really wants to see what the zombies look like.

Along the way, he had seen the newly dead ghost, the fierce soul full of resentment, the corpse evil spirit possessed by evil ghosts, and the corpse driving like a puppet. However, he had never seen a real zombie.

The master said that most of the people parked here are low-level purple zombies, white zombies, etc., and a small number of green zombies.

These three types of zombies are not very powerful.

Therefore, Tang Ye is very confident that as long as he masters the right measure, he will not make any mistakes.

Thinking of this, he twisted a talisman from the Taoist bag he carried with him with his left hand, which was the corpse-suppressing talisman he had drawn shortly.

This talisman has no magic power infused, but it is all drawn with good materials. It has not been verified whether it has any effect or its power.

Now, it's an opportunity.

Wen Cai once said that this coffin burns incense every day, and it burns very quickly. Three sticks of incense are burned out in the blink of an eye.

From this we can see that the zombies inside have become restless due to mutated factors.

But this change is within a controllable range, so Taoist Master Linghe just closed the coffin again and added a talisman, so he ignored it.

"Let me see, what kind of zombie are you?"

Tang Ye pressed his right hand on the coffin lid. He was so powerful that he pushed his body slightly, and the lid of the coffin made a sour sound, and then it was pushed open halfway.

Through the lights, you can see clearly.

A zombie was lying inside, half of which was opened, belonging to the upper body, and saw a dry and strange face.

The complexion of this face is a light green, as if covered with a layer of moss.

It's indeed a green zombie.

"Is this a zombie?"

Tang Ye murmured, there was no fear, but more of a curiosity about research.

Suddenly, the green zombie opened its eyes and, as if a hard and dry hand was poked out to catch Tang Ye.

Tang Ye was prepared for a long time, calmly, and held him with one palm.

Slap!

Like hitting iron wood.

The dry hand looked dry, lacking muscles, but extremely hard and powerful.

"Ho ho..."

The green zombie opened its mouth and corpse gas was sprayed out, which was stinking.

The corpse gas is not only foul-stenched, but also toxic, and can corrode the flesh and blood of the human body.

Tang Yeshou quickly looked fast, raised his left hand and accurately attached the corpse-suppressing talisman to the green zombie's forehead.

"Ho ho ho!"

The green and slack body suddenly trembled, like fallen leaves in the wind, trembling, shaking, and the entire coffin was shaking.

Sizzle!

Weird sound.

Then, the light green on the zombie's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a short while, it became white, pale, without any blood.

At the same time, it stopped trembling, like a dead body, unable to move.

Tang Ye blinked: "This, has this deteriorated from a green zombie and turned into a white zombie?"
Chapter completed!