Need for Evildo Expert

Chapter 84 Grandpa is not dead
After the federation entered the interstellar era, science and technology were highly developed, and all parts of the country were prosperous like never before.

Many villages disappeared, only to be replaced by high-rise buildings rising from the ground.

The population density has increased dramatically, and the places outside the cities are almost inhabited by very few people, but it does not mean that they are uninhabited.

In the past few years, a kind of retro trend thinking has risen rapidly.

Many people choose to build a plot of land and a compound not far from the city, and enjoy the leisurely life of a farm.

This kind of life in the hustle and bustle of the city in the courtyard is very popular, and the land outside the city is very cheap, and families with good economic conditions can afford it.

Compared with the bright lights of the city at night, the Chen family, which is only ten kilometers away from Jiangcheng, is peaceful at this time.

The small yard is covered with green grass and trees, with a few stone benches dotted in the middle and rocking chairs under the trees.

You can imagine how leisurely and comfortable the owner's daily life is.

But at this time, the entire Chen family was lifeless, shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

The old man of the Chen family passed away yesterday afternoon. He died in his own bed and passed away peacefully.

Mr. Chen was over a hundred years old, and he passed away without any illness or disaster, which was considered a happy funeral.

The problem is the night after death...

That night, the person guarding the spirit was Mr. Chen's youngest son, Chen Wanwan.

Chen Wanwan lived up to his name and had a huge family fortune. Although he was not comparable to those giants in Jiangcheng, he was still considered a small rich man.

After ten o'clock at night, it was already dark.

Chen Wanwan and his youngest son Chen Linguang sat in the mourning hall to keep watch.

He planned to put his son to bed at twelve o'clock, after all, the child was so young.

He only had this son when he was almost 40 years old, so he loved it very much.

The atomic clock on the wall struck twelve.

Chen Wanwan stretched his waist and said to his son, "Son, go to bed, as long as Dad is here tonight!"

Chen Linguang lowered his head and said, "I don't want it!"

"Be obedient!" Chen Wanwan rubbed his son's head and said, "You are still young, staying up late hurts your body..."

"No..." Chen Linguang raised his head and said, "Father, grandpa is not dead!"

Chen Wanwan sighed, his father loved his little son very much when he was alive.

The son was reluctant that he could understand.

He said: "Grandpa is dead..."

"Grandpa is not dead!" The son said with affirmation in his voice, "I saw Grandpa get up just now..."

A chill ran down Chen Wanwan's back, and he couldn't help turning his head.

The coffin behind him was silent and did not move.

He took a deep breath and said with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, go to sleep..."

Chen Linguang bowed his head and remained silent, stubbornly refusing to leave.

"Go to bed!" Chen Wanwan felt a little unhappy, the child knew how to talk nonsense.

Chen Linguang bowed his head.

He stretched out his hand to grab his son.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly heard his son's voice change into an old and hoarse voice: "Grandpa is not dead, grandpa is fine..."

Chen Wanwan's hair suddenly stood up, and he felt that every pore on his body was opened, and the cold wind "swished" in.

This sound, very much like the sound of a saw sawing wood, sounds extremely harsh.

His arms were frozen in the air, his face was ashen, and his heart was beating endlessly.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, did he hear wrong just now, why did he let himself run?

At this moment, Chen Linguang raised his head, his eyes fixed on behind him.

Chen Wanwan's heart was almost in his throat.

There was a sudden rustling sound from the coffin behind him, as if something was moving.

A cold breath quickly spread throughout the room.

Chen Wanwan was so nervous that he was about to cry.

He turned his head slowly, hoping that it was just the noise made by a mouse to prove that he heard correctly.

But as soon as he turned his head halfway, he found that the light in front of him was blocked, and a half-sitting figure was projected in front of him.

Chen Linguang's voice returned to normal and he said, "Grandpa, you are not dead, come and give me a hug..."

He stretched out his white and tender hands, with a smile on his face.

Chen Wanwan looked petrified, and the half-sitting figure was clearly his father's corpse.

"what……"

Chen Wanwan let out a scream.

He stood up abruptly, picked up his son and ran out.

As soon as I got to the door, I heard a "duh".

he turned his head...

Seeing that his father had come out of the coffin at some point, he was standing there upright, staring at him with a pair of dead fish eyes.

zombie...

Dad turned into a zombie!
"Help me..."

Chen Wanwan yelled heart-piercingly, and his voice passed through the entire Chen family courtyard.

He ran out the door with his son in his arms, and ran out of the yard.

His shrill cry disturbed the people who were sleeping in the other room.

"What's wrong?" Chen Shilin, the boss of the Chen family, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.

"Father has turned into a zombie..." Chen Wanwan had already run out of the yard, and said with lingering fear.

"Nonsense..."

Chen Shilin went to the mourning hall and took a look, but there was nothing inside.

He walked to the coffin again, and his father was lying peacefully inside.

"Isn't this good? You fell asleep and had a nightmare..." Chen Shilin was confused.

At this moment, the old man Chen in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chen Shilin, his eyeballs bulged, as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.

your sister...

Chen Shilin, who was already in his sixties, fainted immediately after seeing this scene.

He fell down next to the coffin.

Chen Wanwan wanted to see that his eldest brother was fine when he walked up to him, wondering if he was really wrong?
I just dozed off and had a nightmare.

As soon as he took two steps back, he saw his elder brother fainted suddenly and fell to the ground.

Chen Wanwan almost peed in shock.

Turned around and ran out again.

Chen Wanwan rushed back to the city overnight with his son in his arms, and posted the task on the homepage of the Ghost Exorcist's Home.

The next day, a ghost exorcist took over the task and came to Chen's house with him.

As a result, when this one came over, the old man Chen in the coffin suddenly jumped up and swung the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms all the way, hitting this mess in a mess, and almost lost his life.

The Chen family did not allow him to damage the old man's body.

This buddy almost didn't go crazy, even saying that he couldn't afford to provoke him, he couldn't afford to provoke him, so he retreated on the spot.

Chen Wanwan was at his wit's end, so two more groups of ghost exorcisers came, but they all beat the crap out of the old man's vigorous skills and ran away with their heads in their arms.

After several times in a row, the ghost exorcist already knew that although the Chen family gave a lot of money for this order, his old man was a zombie, which was not easy to deal with.

It stands to reason that a fire is the easiest way to save trouble.

But the Chen family respected the old man's last wish and did not allow it to be burned, but to let the old man be buried.

This is a bit of a pain in the ass.

If there is a powerful ghost exorcist with five or six grades of cultivation, it's okay to go up and beat the old man to dispel the yin energy in him.

The problem is that the Chen family won't let the old man's body be damaged.

There is no way this can be done!
Three days passed, and the Chen family was running around in a hurry.

Chen Wanwan thought, if he couldn't find anyone to come, he would just set it on fire, and even if his eldest brother and second sister didn't want to, then he couldn't take care of it.

It's better than a whole family dying.

When he was growing up in the courtyard, he heard the doorbell ring, and a voice said, "Excuse me, are there any zombies in your house..."

(End of this chapter)