Zombie Dao Changmao Xiaofang Is Reborn

The half-July moonlight splashed on the mottled wooden door of Yizhuang with an indescribable coolness. The copper bell at the corner of the eaves was blown gently by the night wind, but it could not dispel the gloomy atmosphere of the courtyard mixed with wormwood and old wood. When Mao Xiaofang opened his eyes suddenly, the tip of his nose was rubbing against the rough inner wall of the coffin. "Master?" "Taoist Master Mao?" Two frightened voices came through the coffin lid, the one crying was Xiao Hai, and the one stamping his feet anxiously was Dachu. Mao Xiaofang moved his fingers, and the stiff joints made a soft "click" sound. The breath in his chest seemed to have been blocked for ten years, and his mouth was filled with the smell of rust: "... What are you yelling about?" The coffin lid was pushed open with a creak, and the moonlight shone directly on his face. The oil lamp in Xiao Hai's hand flickered, illuminating the few wisps of white frost on his temples, but his eyes were still clear and calm. Da Chu was still holding the yellow talisman in his hand. When he saw him sitting up, the talisman paper in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter: "Master, Master, you are not..." "It's not what?" Mao Xiaofang held the edge of the coffin and moved out. When his fingertips touched the coolness outside the coffin, he felt that all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. He remembered the burning pain when Lei Gang's mahogany sword tempered with black dog's blood pierced his heart. He remembered the warmth of blood splashing on his face when Black Rose rushed to block him. He also remembered how when he finally crushed the leader's token, the golden light soaring into the sky swept away Lei Gang and the surrounding corpse energy. But now, not only is he alive, but the Taoist robe he is wearing is still the one he wore when he confronted Lei Gang that day - only the hole in his chest is condensed with a circle of pale gold.