The host wants to be human today

Chapter 378 I'm the Zombie Boss 1
In the dim room, the curtains were rustling by the wind, and the silvery moonlight poured in through the window, casting a light spot on the ground.

A slender figure stood in front of the window, wearing a black robe that almost blended with the environment behind him.

Probably because he didn't go out all year round, under the moonlight, his face looked a little pale, his jet-black broken hair casually drooped in front of his forehead, revealing that beautiful face that was so beautiful that it was half-hidden in the darkness.

The fingers resting on the window sill are white and slender, with well-defined joints, and a long string of brown Buddhist beads is wrapped around the beautiful wrist bones, which have not been inserted into the cuffs.

With a slight creaking sound, the quaint wooden door was pushed open, and the bright light from the hall squeezed in, brightening the room for a moment.

The old man who was also wearing a gray robe bent over and said in a low voice.

"Young master, it's time."

Shen Qingyun responded lightly, and lifted her slender eyelashes slightly, revealing those beautiful light-colored pupils.

He pursed his lips slightly, and stepped out of the area shrouded in moonlight step by step, clearly separated from the light behind him, with an indescribable sense of oppression on his body.

The old man buried his head lower, until the young master passed by him, then he quietly followed behind him and continued to speak.

"These are people from the An family. You just need to bring them back. As for the underworld, we don't need to contact you."

Shen Qingyun hummed, and didn't stop until he was about to step out of the room. A trace of discomfort could be vaguely seen in his cool and elegant eyebrows, and it took a long time before he stepped out, exposing his whole body to the light.

The old man went over and took a silver bell engraved with mysterious patterns, and handed it to him respectfully.

"Be careful, son."

The bell doesn't look big, it's more like some runes engraved on it than a pattern, adding a bit of simplicity to the mess.

He lowered his eyes, held the bell in his hand, and the sleeves with black and dark patterns slid down, covering the prayer beads wrapped around his wrist.

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The moon hung high in the sky, and the surrounding dark clouds seemed to want to cover it, but for some reason, they only surrounded it, staining the silvery white moonlight with a dark color.

The mountains and forests under the darkness of night seemed extraordinarily quiet, and occasionally the hoarse hoarse sound of crows could be heard.

Corpses were scattered all over the mountain, and the fresh blood flowed out from the body, and was swallowed by the land, and finally it was dyed black and red. The air seemed to be shrouded in a faint black mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Shen Qingyun stood below and remained silent for a moment, raised his hand indifferently, held the bell between his beautiful fingertips, and shook it gently twice.

Different from the clear and clear sound of ordinary bells, the sound that comes out is low and dumb, but it can penetrate people's hearts.

Under the night, the silver bell reflected a dazzling light, and even the string of Buddhist beads on the wrist also emitted a glistening white light.

After an unknown amount of time, pieces of corpses slowly stood up and gathered towards the place where the sound came from.

Their limbs were stiff, and their expressions still maintained their pre-death appearance, but they surrounded them without thinking.

The young man in a black robe closed his eyes slightly, but the movements of his hands did not stop. The silvery moonlight shrouded his body, casting a light-colored halo on him, hazy.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The little zombie who was lying on the top of the hill absorbing the moonlight moved, a little dissatisfied and opened his eyes, revealing purple pupils.

She finally found a place to rest in the most shady place, and wanted to absorb the yin energy of the moon at night, but she was woken up.

He bared his fangs unhappily, jumped up stiffly, and looked around for a moment.

Um, who is disturbing her sleep.

　This world is empty, very empty, very empty, illogical and private, the types of zombies refer to "Zibuyu", purple is the highest level, and the identity of the male protagonist is set as the son of the corpse exorcising family, but Don't expect it to be in line with common sense, everything is private, I wrote it without thinking, everyone can read it without thinking~ Finally, please ask for a recommendation ticket and a monthly pass!

　　
　
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