"Bang——"
When Lin Xuan staggered open the stone door of the ancient tomb, the Erguotou bottle in his arms shattered on the ground.
He wiped the wine stains from his face and used the flashlight of his mobile phone to scan the bloody words on the wall - "King Zombie returns to the throne, and all corpses become his subjects."
Three days ago he was an alcoholic squatting in the alley digging through trash cans. After the death of his comrades, he soaked himself in alcohol for five years until he was tricked by an old man who collected scraps to "see Feng Shui".
But now, black and red blood beads were seeping from his fingertips, and the moment they dripped on the sarcophagus, the entire ancient tomb began to shake.
"Roar——"
When the putrid wind blew in, Lin Xuan saw seven bronze corpses with green faces and fangs crawling from the corridor.
He wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead. What was even weirder was that, as he stared at the protruding fingernails of the bronze corpse, a fierce grappler suddenly appeared in his mind, and even the angle of force was terrifyingly clear.
"I am... Possessed by a zombie?"
He picked up the half-broken sword and rushed forward, but the moment he touched the bronze corpse, the opponent's neck suddenly twisted into a strange angle - he used the grappling hand without any knowledge.
What made his spine even more chilly was that the heartbeat coming from the sarcophagus gradually coincided with his pulse.
