The End of the World: the Zombie King at the Beginning

Three days before the rebirth of the apocalypse, the undertaker at Jiangcheng Funeral Home wiped the funny blush he painted on the corpse: When will the Corpse King awaken? I remember it; List of safe zone traitors? I copied the wall; That batch of materials buried under the morgue? Just in time to host a death party for you. In this life, he stuffed detonators into the ashes altar as a 'corpse mine', used an adapted version of the afterlife curse Rap to make the corpses dance in place, and even sealed the 'brother' who pushed him out of the corpse group into a gold-plated corpse with his own hands. Until the silver-faced female hunter who always carries a corpse-killing knife kicked open the door of the morgue: "Master Lin, can I lend you this pile of corpses?" Lin Xuan touched the hooves of the half-cart of black donkeys that had been tricked away and smiled: "We can cooperate, but I'll take off your mask first. I remember that the red rope on your scabbard is the mark of a thousand-year-old corpse-controlling family." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.