Xianlu

Chapter 202 Corpse Transformation
The night was dark, 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, put on a Taoist robe, yawn, and push open the door, Go straight downstairs.

Seeing his movements, Su Jiu was going to tell her to go down to find out the situation first, and Xu Dao stayed in the room first, but when she thought of Xu Dao's cultivation and the fact that the foundation-building Taoist priest had spiritual consciousness, she would be honest and honest. He followed behind Xu Dao, but he was still vigilant with the magic weapon long whip in his hand.

After the two of them left the room, they walked a few steps, and found that many people had come out from the second floor, standing on the railing, looking down with their heads up, or their bodies were trembling, or their faces were pale. stiff.

Xu Dao and the others walked over, and they had time to stand upstairs and watch the excitement.

Harsh screams sounded downstairs, accompanied by several nervous shouts:

"Hurry up, press it back into the coffin!"

"What are you doing when you press it back, it jumped out! Hurry up and tie it up, and set the **** on fire!"

Bang bang bang!
In the discussion of the living people, there was a knocking sound like kowtow, and then Xu Dao saw a pale man wearing a shroud with a pale and bluish complexion.

The opponent's hair was disheveled, his arms were raised, his feet were exerting force, and he was constantly jumping up and hitting the door of the inn, knocking his head on it with a loud bang.

Looking at other places in the inn lobby, I saw the yellow lacquered coffin placed in the center of the lobby, the rope jumped open, the coffin lid had been lifted to the ground, and the inside was empty.

There is no need to explain, whether it is Xu Dao who had expected it, or Su Jiu who is ignorant, they all understand what the current situation is. It is the things inside the coffin that jumped up!

The screaming continued.

A few strong men in sackcloth and filial piety surrounded them, their teeth chattering, but they were still standing, holding sticks in their hands.

As for the shopkeeper and the clerk below, their legs became weak from fright, and they slumped on the ground, unable to get up.

"Corpse, corpse change!" "Zombie!"... There were screams from the second floor, and someone ran back to the guest room, closing the doors and windows tightly.

Some people wanted to escape here with their robes lifted, but the passage up and down the second floor was just a staircase, and the zombies happened to be blocked downstairs, and they were asking for the door when they escaped.

Stamping, crying, cursing, pushing, there are many people living 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 the melon seeds for supper from his sleeve, held them in his hand, and leaned on the railing to eat the melon seeds while watching the commotion.

The little fox girl Su Jiu stood peacefully beside him, with both hands outstretched, holding the shells of the melon seeds that had been crushed for him.

The master and servant are so leisurely, but the people downstairs are not having a good time. The strong men advance or retreat, harass or harass, and some people grab an old hen from the back kitchen and throw it at the zombies.

"Clack cluck!" There was a rooster crowing in the inn, and all chicken feathers flew up to the second floor, and were blown away by Xu Dao who was watching the excitement.

Fortunately, the zombie didn't bite the old hen, it just kept bumping against the door panel at the door, trying to jump out, a little stiff.

At this time, the people downstairs became more courageous, and the innkeeper got up from the ground, touched the cool sweat on his head, and said tremblingly:
"The dead body has changed, hurry up and suppress it, and burn it down with a fire."

The person downstairs who was muttering about burning the zombies just now was the shopkeeper of the inn, but he just moved his mouth and didn't dare to move his feet half a step forward.

Several strong men who carried the coffin boldly approached the zombies and surrounded them. They were still holding thick hemp ropes in their hands, but they hesitated when they heard the shopkeeper's words.

One of the red-skinned middle-aged men heard it, and said in embarrassment: "The shopkeeper, this is the well-known Daoist Chen from all over the world. He was killed to remove the corpse of the big guy."

"Chen Daochang explained before his death that everything is fine, but please don't burn his body and send him back to his hometown to be buried in peace."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he stomped his feet angrily, and said, "I know, I know! Otherwise, why would you think I asked you to carry the coffin into the store."

"But who knew that Daoist Chen would turn into a dead body when he died?"

When the strong men heard what the innkeeper said, they looked at each other for a while, and they kept muttering in their mouths. Some agreed to burn the corpse, and some said to tie it up and wait until dawn.

Xu Dao listened carefully to the discussions of the people downstairs, and only then did he realize that the person who turned into a dead body had some identity. He was an old stranger who often helped the villagers in the vicinity to check Feng Shui, bury graves, and remove zombies. He was well-known in the city.

It's just that this Daoist Chen may have been out of luck, or he may be old and frail. A few days ago, after recovering the dead son of a family, he suffered a sudden illness and died.

Now it is the villagers who are grateful for his righteous deed and specially sent people to gather up his body and send it to Chen Daochang's hometown for burial.

But who knew that apart from Chen Daochang, who was a zombie for most of his life, he became a zombie again after his death, which immediately caught the strong man carrying the coffin and the innkeeper off guard.

"What should be, what should be!" The shopkeeper stomped in the lobby.

"Chen Daochang himself is gone, and no one in ten miles and eight villages can take it! Even if someone has the ability to find it in the wilderness, it's too late."

The inn clerk also echoed and shouted: "That's right, our innkeeper is already kind enough. If this zombie becomes powerful and wants to eat people, wouldn't it just kill the big guy?"

When the red-faced middle-aged man heard it, he muttered, looked at the zombie who was hitting the door, and said in a low voice, "Chen Daochang himself told himself that he won't..."

The innkeeper snatched the white: "It's fine to be alive, he is dead, how can we know what happens after death."

The red-faced man blushed, "I promise, I promise."

"You are not a Taoist, how can you guarantee it?"

Amidst the clamor, someone suddenly opened his head and looked around, saw four or five heads protruding from the second floor, immediately pointed to one of them, and shouted:

"Look! Look, there is a Taoist upstairs!"

Suddenly, seven or eight pairs of eyes all looked towards the second floor.

Xu Dao pressed against the railing, stopped eating melon seeds, raised his eyebrows, and his face became strange.

The person who was stared at by everyone downstairs was exactly him, someone Xu...

(End of this chapter)