Zombie World: Sign in to Become Stronger

Xu Ce pushed Tweetsai's arm, accidentally pressing on his wound, and woke up in pain.

Suddenly, screams were heard.

"Ouch, it hurts, hurts."

Wen Cai turned to look at Xu Ce with sleepy eyes.

"Eldest brother, how many days have passed, why don't you sleep?"

Xu Ce looked at the sleepy Wencai classmate, and was speechless. This guy must have been a pig in his previous life, he really slept like hell.

The gates of Yizhuang were all knocked down, and there must be some movement, but looking at him like this, he doesn't know anything.

This child is also a fool and a fool.

If it weren't for the old Mrs. Ren after the corpse change, the first instinctive target to bite was Ren Fa, who was related by blood, and he would probably still be asleep after being bitten to death.

"Brother, why don't you speak?"

Wen Cai rubbed his eyes.

Xu Ce took two deep breaths, resisting the desire to beat Wen Cai, who had no vigilance at all, before saying:

"problem occurs!

The old man Ren turned into a zombie, and even went to Ren's house and killed a person.

I just got back from there. "

Wen Cai suddenly sat up from the bed and exclaimed:

"What!!!"

"Brother, you said that the old man Ren's body in the coffin has changed?

Also killed someone? "

Wen Cai was taken aback, zombie, damn it!

Xu Ce originally thought that Wen Cai was worried that the zombies would harm the people of Renjia Town, so he was so shocked.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, I found that it was not the case.

Regardless of the pain on his body, this guy fumbled all over his body. After confirming that there was no place to be bitten, he panted, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear:

"It's okay, it's okay, it didn't bite me, it scared me to death."

Xu Ce rolled his eyes, now he knows he's afraid?

I say! Why did you go early!

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Wencai came back to his senses and asked quickly.

Now that Uncle Jiu is not here, nor is Qiu Sheng, the only person he can count on is Xu Ce.

Zombies, zombies that have bitten people, are definitely not the docile "customer master" with four-eyed uncles and charms between their brows. Thinking about it makes me feel scared.

Xu Ce patted Wen Cai's shoulder and said:

"What else can you do, wait for the master to come back, tell the master about this, and see what the old man has to say.

I'll go to the morgue first to have a look. You obviously finished playing the ink thread, how did Mr. Ren escape? "

Seeing Xu Ce walking outside, Wen Cai didn't fall asleep either, he didn't dare to sleep at this hour.

Wen Cai hurriedly followed, and he didn't even feel the pain from the wound on his body.

"Brother, wait for me."

mortuary.

The light was very dim, so Xu Ce lit a few more candles, illuminating the entire room brightly.

"Brother, the coffin, the coffin is falling apart!"

Wen Cai looked at the coffin boards that had fallen all over the ground in shock,

"Brother, didn't you say that you'll be fine if you flick the ink thread?

How could this be? "

Regarding the question of literary talent, Xu Ce's heart is mmp, you ask me, who the hell am I asking!

Xu Ce shook his head, frowned silently, squatted down, picked up the fallen coffin boards and put them together.

Holding a candle in his hand, he looked close to the ink line that had been played.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the ink lines played by Qiusheng and Wencai, but just glanced at them roughly.

At this time, if you look carefully, you will find the problem.

The ink thread that was filled in the back is not connected with the ink thread that was played earlier, and the end of the thread is completely diverged.

Xu Ce frowned, he was still being careless.

And he didn't expect that after he specially greeted Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, such ink lines popped out, and he was also drunk.

However, the matter has come to this point, and there is no point in blaming anyone.

What needs to be done now is to remedy the situation and minimize the harm that the zombie Mrs. Ren may cause to the Ren family town.

However, since Wencai asked, he, as a big brother, has to tell Wencai what went wrong, so as to set an example to others. The same mistake cannot be made again next time.

"Look at how you play the thread yourself, the front and rear ink lines are not connected together.

If it's trapping a normal corpse change, that's fine.

It's a pity that old master Ren has accumulated twenty years of resentment in Dragonfly's waterless tomb.

It pales in comparison. "

Wen Cai also squatted down and looked towards the place Xu Ce pointed at, and it was true.

"Eldest brother, I..."

Wen Cai felt very guilty.

Xu Ce waved his hand, sighed, and said seriously:

"It's happened, it's useless to say anything.

Wencai, we from Maoshan are not those charlatans in the market.

Many things are related to the safety and life of ordinary people.

It is very likely that we made a small mistake, but the consequences may be to make the world miserable.

Because we have mastered the ability that ordinary people cannot master, Taoism. "

Xu Ce pondered for a while, then thought of a famous saying, he decided to hand it over to Wen Cai,

"Wen Cai, you have to know that a person's ability is limited.

However, abilities vary in size.

With great power comes great responsibility!

Remember my words, you know? "

Wen Cai listened to the teaching, this time, it was a bloody lesson for him, after all, he was dead.

Don't look down on his ordinary literary talents, but he is still a kind-hearted child after all. Although Qiu Sheng is half of the responsibility for his own mistakes, he is really guilty.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Wencai murmured and repeated the eight words, then turned his eyes firmly,

"Brother, I know, I will never make the same mistake again in the future!"

Xu Ce looked at Wen Cai with a determined face. He didn't know how deeply Wen Cai had comprehended, but if he could make a change, it would be progress and a good thing.

At this time, Uncle Jiu had already finished investigating the feng shui treasure land where the old man was going to be buried, and rushed back to Yizhuang exhausted.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the collapsed door on the ground, which made Uncle Jiu a little stunned.

Damn, have you been robbed?

But, what kind of thief came to steal Yizhuang?

Uncle Jiu walked into the gate in great perplexity, and then saw the morgue brightly lit.

And at this point in time, with that bastard Qiu Sheng in town, Xu Ce and Wen Cai should also rest.

And the lights in the morgue...

Could it be!

A thief really came to steal the corpse!

Uncle Jiu was very angry, people, the dead are the most important.

Even though the corpses in Yizhuang have not been claimed for many years, even Uncle Jiu doesn't know the names of the people in the coffins.

However, since they stayed in Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu must ensure the safety of their bodies after death.

This point is an unchanging criterion for everyone in Shouyizhuang.

"Damn it! Even corpses!"

Uncle Jiu was not overwhelmed by anger, but instead placed the magic weapon on his body in the corner by the door, picked up a brick in his hand, and touched it quietly.