We Dug Up a Zombie at the Construction Site. Don’t Burn It, I’ll Sell It

Two Qing dynasty zombies were unearthed at a construction site in the Changbai Mountains!

They wore official robes, their feet were bound with golden chains, their entire bodies were wrapped in nine strips of cloth, and their stone coffin hung from iron chains.

According to legend, a Maoshan master performed a ritual called the Nine-Dragon Corpse Lock, suspending the coffin to suppress its aura!

The zombies have cultivated for hundreds of years. The only thing to do is burn them!

But some people disagree!

"These bones are in great shape. I can refine them into a clone to help me survive my three calamities and two trials. I'll take them for five hundred!"

"That's a three-hundred-year-old Black Zombie. Why is a ghost cultivator like you getting involved?"

"Aren't you afraid it'll possess you instead and scatter your soul?"

"What a nourishing tonic! Why not let this old man stew it into soup?"

"How dare you! That's our family's ancestor!"

Deep in the mountains, mountain spirits and monsters appear one after another: foxes, weasels, snakes, hedgehogs, and rats; southern Maoshan practitioners and northern horse shamans; corpse drivers and ghost craftsmen; bandit chiefs, young doctors, ghost doctors, and the ghost-handed Ming, who steals by day and fires hidden guns by night!

"Little brother, you dug up this zombie. Why don't you name your price?"

Outmatched, Zhao Lang had no choice but to auction it off...

"Starting bid: eight hundred thousand! Damn it, stop fighting over it!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.