Chapter 019 Zombie Lover (02)
[The plot progress has been updated. Please meet up with the NPC Xuan Cheng Daochang. ]
At the bottom of the slope, Yan Jing heard this voice prompt and suddenly said, "So the old Taoist priest is an NPC."
When he read the introduction before, he was wondering whether there was one actor playing the old Taoist priest and the other eight playing the new disciples. Now it seems that it is actually an NPC old Taoist priest with nine new disciples.
Not far away, Yue Xiuming looked at Yan Jing with a little disdain and poked Lu Wen beside him: "Since when can a blind person come here to make the flaws outweigh the merits? The APP is too frivolous, is it a gray name cannon fodder?"
The man next to him was tall and slender, holding a peach wood sword about one meter long. Half of his face was angular, with sharp eyebrows and cold features.
Lu Wen tilted his head, ruthlessly knocked Yue Xiuming's hand away, and said coldly: "It's none of your business whether he's blind or not? Besides, I don't know you well."
Yue Xiuming was suddenly choked, and his face was full of embarrassment and resentment. He happened to be in the last zombie movie with Lu Wen, but he never talked to Lu Wen. He thought he was calm and quiet, but he didn't expect him to be so withdrawn and sharp. He wanted to get close to him, but suddenly he ended up asking for trouble.
Yue Xiuming looked at the other half of Lu Wen's face that was suddenly revealed, and felt a chill in his heart, and took a step back involuntarily.
The clear moonlight illuminated the other half of Lu Wen's face, which was covered with blue-green fish scales from under the eyes to the corners of the mouth. Whenever Lu Wen made an expression, the scales moved slightly, looking terrifying and weird.
Seeing Yue Xiuming's subconscious action, Lu Wen sneered.
[Ahhhh, so disgusting. Although Lu Wen is strong, please don’t give a close-up of his face. I just want to watch him fight! ]
[How can someone grow up like this? ]
[You are going too far! I, Lu Wen, was affected by my bloodline. He has made his wish public. He came to awaken his bloodline. After his bloodline was awakened, the scales on his face disappeared .]
[But why does he treat me like this? ? ]
[Maybe Lu Wen is used to being pointed at, so he particularly hates this kind of people...? ]
[The man walking down the hill is very handsome, but he doesn't look familiar. Could he be a cannon fodder? ]
[My Zhou Tong still has no sense of existence, which makes me sad. ]
[Hey, isn't it common knowledge that Zhou Tong has very few fans? ]
[Who do you think will win the first place in this film? I bet on Lu Wen. ]
[Zhou Tong, even though he's annoying, he still has some skills. After all, this is only Lu Wen's third film. Apart from the cannon fodder, Lu Wen probably has the least amount of scenes here...]
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Xie Chi was far away from the bottom of the hill, and after the other eight people successfully joined together, they all looked up at him.
Yue Xiuming was getting impatient waiting: "Who is this? Another Gray-named cannon fodder? What use is such a weakling in a zombie movie?"
Zombie movies generally require actors to have much higher fighting skills than other types of movies.
Zhou Tong took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "He is an actor under my command. I got him in."
Yue Xiuming was a little surprised, and his expression became a little better: "You are personally training a newcomer? Are you optimistic about him? If he has your protection, then there will be no problem."
Zhou Tong smiled meaningfully, without explaining the real purpose of his actions.
Yan Jing sensed Xie Chi approaching and went to greet him excitedly: "Brother, what a fate we have!"
It was truly a fate against heaven. There were so many horror films under APP, but he was able to star in the same horror film with Xie Chi twice, twice in a row.
Xie Chi walked down with him and asked in a deep voice: "Mirror, why did you come here?"
Yan Jing scratched his head: "Have I ever told you that my grandfather is a Taoist priest? He is not very proficient in ghosts and monsters, but he is good at catching zombies and thieves?"
Xie Chi: "No."
Yan Jing said awkwardly: "I followed my grandfather, so I know a little bit, so this film was opened to me. It just so happened that my agent thought I was useless, so he just gave it to me..."
Xie Chi: "A Taoist family?"
"No, no! I am..." Yan Jing paused, obviously a little embarrassed, but thinking about it was Xie Chi, he felt that there was nothing to hide, "I am an abandoned baby. There is a custom in our hometown that newborn babies should be thrown into the deep mountains and old forests to stay for a night. If they are not stung to death by poisonous insects, frozen to death, or starved to death, they are easy to raise. If they are not eaten by wild beasts, they are lucky. The material conditions over there are too poor, there is nothing we can do about it. It can only be God's choice. I was in poor health, so I was thrown away, and then my grandfather happened to be traveling here and picked me up. According to him, I was only breathing when he picked me up, and he asked for milk from hundreds of families to save me."
Xie Chi didn't expect that there was such a story behind Yan Jing who was cheerful all day long.
Yan Jing seemed to be afraid that Xie Chi would misunderstand him, and hurriedly said, "I'm not miserable, really! My grandfather loves me very much..."
Xie Chi asked gently: "What about your eyes?"
Xie Chi still remembered that Yan Jing voluntarily exchanged his ability to see for the Yin-Yang Eyes.
Yan Jing was silent for a while, which was rare, before he laughed miserably and said, "My grandfather is old and not as healthy as before. One time, he was commissioned to catch zombies, but he was blinded by a zombie..."
Xie Chi nodded, he understood everything. Yan Jing wanted to be his grandfather's eyes, to see zombies and ghosts for his grandfather.
Xie Chi patted Yan Jing's shoulder to comfort him, then suddenly stopped: "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Yan Jing was confused.
Xie Chi's eyes tightened: "There are zombies in your world?"
Yan Jing said without hesitation: "Yes, there are so many. Wait - what do you mean by 'your world'? Aren't we in the same world?"
Xie Chi was silent for a few seconds, and then he obviously realized something, and said word by word: "There are no zombies in my world."
Yan Jing's expression went blank for a moment. After a long moment, he swallowed and said, "Brother, you... don't joke with me."
Just as Xie Chi was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a man with half his face covered with fish scales walking towards him from behind Yan Jing.
"Xie Chi?" Lu Wen asked uncertainly.
Xie Chi was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "It's me, hello."
Lu Wen caught a glimpse of the pair of white and clean hands reaching out to him, his eyes paused, and he felt uneasy.
Even though the man in front of him was wearing a casual Taoist robe, his temperament was indescribably elegant and friendly, and his eyes were clear and peaceful.
It had been a long time since someone treated him equally with such an open attitude. Lu Wen stretched out his hand a little awkwardly and shook hands with him.
Xie Chi was a little surprised that Lu Wen knew him. Lu Wen said bluntly: "I saw your exhibition before I linked the APP. We are from the same world, but you and him are not."
Lu Wen obviously heard the conversation between Xie Chi and Yan Jing, and kindly answered their questions.
Xie Chi was stunned. So, different worlds really exist?
Xie Chi glanced at Lu Wen’s scaly face. Lu Wen was obviously not an ordinary person, so what was there in the world he lived in that he didn’t know?
Yan Jing was astonished: "Brother, you are a painter? Are you famous? Didn't you tell me before that you are a soul painter...?"
Yan Jing felt deeply deceived.
Just as Xie Chi was about to brush it off, Lu Wen said, "He is the most famous horror painter in our world."
Yan Jing was shocked when he finally found out Xie Chi's real occupation. He always guessed that Xie Chi was either a profiteer or a criminal, but it turned out that he was an artist who was out of touch with the world.
Lu Wen held the sword and said, "This should be your first time in a zombie movie. You can follow me and I will lead you."
There was no extra expression on his face. He stood there, tall, silent, and very reliable.
Xie Chi was stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing. He looked too weak, so someone took the initiative to protect him?
[This is the first time I’ve seen Lu Wen talk so much.]
[This person is a painter... he seems useless. ]
[As soon as they came in, Lu Wenzhao was there. They were really lucky. ]
Yan Jing subconsciously wanted to talk to Lu Wen about Xie Chi's glorious achievements, but Xie Chi had already said, "Thank you."
Lu Wen meant well, so there was no need for him to refuse. He could just return the favor.
Seeing that Lu Wen, who had just challenged him, was chatting happily with the two cannon fodders, Yue Xiuming sneered, secretly scolded him for being ungrateful, and walked over to Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong said, "Everyone is here, let's go to the NPC."
It was a dark and windy night, and a group of nine people followed the instructions on the APP and walked down .
At this time, an old Taoist in a yellow robe was standing in front of the pit at the bottom of the hillside. He should be the Taoist Master Xuancheng that APP had just mentioned.
Taoist Priest Xuancheng had gray hair and was about fifty or sixty years old. He had a bony face and looked a bit rigid. He was holding a bagua, hunched over and swaying it back and forth until he finally stopped at one place.
Using the Eight Trigrams to find the way, the needle on the Eight Trigrams stopped moving, which meant that the coffin the employer mentioned was right under his feet.
Taoist Xuancheng ordered the nine people: "Come here, dig here, be careful not to damage the coffin."
The tools were prepared early in the morning, and the nine people resigned themselves to their fate and began to work hard. An hour later, a golden coffin was unearthed.
The coffin was about two meters long and one meter high. It was golden all over and looked very heavy. The color of its four corners was slightly different from that of the coffin body.
When Taoist Xuancheng saw the appearance of the coffin, his face instantly turned a little ugly.
"Bronze-horned golden coffin." Xie Chi said in a deep voice.
Lu Wen looked at him in surprise.
When Yan Jing heard these familiar words, he subconsciously pulled Xie Chi back and said, "Brother, these coffins are most likely filled with... zombies."
Generally speaking, only when the body shows signs of decay when a person is buried will the ordinary wooden coffin be replaced with a copper-horned gold coffin to suppress the body and prevent further decay.
Zhou Tong obviously knew what was going on, so he stepped forward and spoke to Taoist Xuan Cheng: "Master, what should we do now?"
Taoist Xuancheng looked solemn. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Open the coffin."
For their safety during transportation, he had to check the specific situation in the coffin. According to the employer, the coffin was buried more than 20 years ago, and it was unknown how the corpse had deteriorated in the past 20 years.
Four people were responsible for prying off the coffin nails. Lu Wen kicked the coffin board open. Taoist Xuancheng took a look inside the coffin and his face turned pale. He shouted, "Oh no! He has gained weight! And the father and son are in the same coffin!"
When Yan Jing heard "father and son in the same coffin", his expression was surprisingly consistent with Taoist Xuancheng's.
Gaining weight refers to the appearance of tinfoil-like wrinkles on the face of a corpse, which can be either a precursor to corpse transformation or the main facial feature of a zombie.
Xie Chi was closer and was the first to see the situation inside the coffin.
More than 20 years have passed, but the bones in the coffin have not decayed. In the coffin is a man with gray and hard skin, messy hair, wrinkled face, high cheekbones, and sunken cheeks. He can't tell his original appearance at all. He folded his hands on his abdomen, and his long blue nails exuded a creepy luster.
Long nails are also the main feature of zombies.
Taoist Xuancheng walked closer and pried open the male corpse's mouth, where four sharp fangs had already grown out.
It's completely zombie.
There was a small corpse lying next to the male zombie. It had not rotted like a normal corpse, but it had not undergone any transformation either, as if it had just been buried.
Xie Chi walked to Yan Jing, supported his chin with one hand, and asked in a deep voice: "What will happen if the father and son are in the same coffin and their corpses turn into corpses?"
Yan Jing's lips trembled: "Evil upon evil, the power is boundless."
