Chapter 40 Looking Back [Please invest, please read!]

"Click..."

There were several more soft sounds, and the sound of rivets being pried open was heard. A faint firelight, along with the appearance of a gap, came into Zhang Buyi's eyes. In the dark environment, it was a bit dazzling, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

"Clang!"

At this time, the coffin lid was successfully lifted, and several wretched or rough-looking heads appeared in front of Zhang Buyi.

When their eyes met, Zhang Buyi waved to him, showed what he thought was a gentle smile, and said: "Hi, good evening!"

Wearing a shroud and wearing a dead make-up, he was lying in the coffin, smiling and waving his hands, as if summoning spirits.

In an instant, the tomb chamber, which was originally quite lively, suddenly became cold, like an ice cellar.

Each of the tomb robbers had expressions of excitement, anticipation, and excitement. First their eyes were dull, and then their whole bodies became cold, and cold sweat broke out crazily on their backs and foreheads.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes widened, their faces showed fear, and their lips trembled.

Such silence lasted for several breaths.

"Ghost!"

A tomb robber came back to his senses from the fright and ran towards the outside in a rolling and crawling manner.

This sudden roar startled everyone who was stunned awake.

"Oh my god!"

"Oh my God!"

"My God!"

"The corpse has changed!"

"······"

Various exclamations rang out, followed by a flurry of escapes, with everyone rolling and crawling, scrambling to escape.

"Forehead······"

Looking at the face that suddenly disappeared, the smile that Zhang Buyi thought was gentle froze on his face. He sat up from the coffin and found that there was a teenage boy, a middle-aged man in his forties, who seemed to be

He was very brave and stood aside with a torch.

"Huo, young man, you are quite brave!" Zhang Buyi smiled at him again.

"Pfft..."

Zhang Buyi's answer was a faint sound, followed by a smell of feces and urine that filled the tomb, causing Zhang Buyi's smiling face to freeze again.

Zhang Buyi lowered his gaze and saw an inexplicable shape falling out of the young man's trouser leg.

Zhang Buyi: “·······”

"Ahhh..."

Immediately afterwards, the young man rushed out of the tomb as if he was having an epileptic fit and disappeared into the tomb, leaving only a few torches burning on the ground.

"Forehead······"

Zhang Buyi's face was stiff, and he looked at the other person running outside, with feces falling down his trouser legs. It was not rare, it was a lump of dry goods, that scene!!!

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the only middle-aged man left. At this moment, the middle-aged man's crotch was also wet, but it should only be urine. At this moment, his legs were fighting like a sieve.

When Zhang Buyi turned his head stiffly, his whole body trembled.

"The rice dumplings are out!"

The middle-aged man seemed to have a high network delay, so he screamed and rushed outside.

"return!"

By this time, Zhang Buyi had come to his senses.

"Plop!"

The man who had just taken two steps went weak in his legs and fell to his knees on the ground without turning around. He just turned his back to Zhang Buyi and kept kowtowing to the door: "Master Dao, please forgive me. I'm blind and disturbed Master Dao."

Sleep peacefully, a small crime deserves death."

The middle-aged man's crotch was dripping with water as he kowtowed. Zhang Buyi could clearly see that his hand was pressed against a lump of feces and he was unconscious.

Zhang Buyi felt that he was really unlucky and said with a twitching face: "Stop knocking and clean these ghost things out for me!"

Following Zhang Buyi's words, little spiritual power fluctuations spread. The middle-aged man, who was almost collapsed with fear, managed to calm down and immediately replied: "I obey, I obey!"

He quickly got up, picked up some indescribable things with his hands, pocketed them in his arms, and left the tomb in a panic.

At this time, Zhang Buyi had time to check his own condition.

This time he seemed to be a middle-aged man, probably because he had just returned to his soul. His skin was a little pale, and he had a bit of death makeup. He was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with many patterns.

The overall dress and makeup style are a bit underworld.

Well, they are all lying in a coffin, how can they not go to the underworld?

Looking up and looking around, there is a tomb of about ten square meters around. There is only a stone platform in the middle, and the coffin under him is placed on the stone platform. Other than that, there is nothing else. It seems a bit empty and quite simple.

"Okay, this is really the start of the corpse fraud!" Zhang Buyi showed a helpless smile, then stood up and walked out of the coffin.

He picked up a torch on the ground and left the tomb that smelled faintly of feces and urine.

He lowered himself out of the broken stone door and entered a rather wide corridor. Looking around, Zhang Buyi walked along the corridor and headed outside.

As for the inside, there is nothing to see. According to the original memory, it is the cemetery of the ancestors of past generations.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor, I carefully got out of the tomb hole, and what I saw was the dark night sky, the deep night, and the gentle breeze.

The tomb is located halfway up the back mountain, close to the top of the mountain. Looking down, you can see several firelights quickly disappearing in the dark night.

Obviously, it should be those tomb robbers from before.

Zhang Buyi shook his head and ignored the other party.

I looked up at the mountain and followed a deserted path towards the front mountain.

······

After a while, Zhang Buyi came to the front mountain, in front of a somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is simple and mottled. Although it occupies a large area, it is completely dilapidated and not much of its former glory can be seen.

"Dong dong... dong dong..."

Zhang Buyi looked at the plaque of 'Qingyu Temple' and then stepped forward to knock on the door.

"Who!"

After knocking on the door for a while, Zhang Buyi heard a somewhat childish voice coming from inside the temple.

Then there was another loud sound, and it was obvious that someone inside was opening the door.

"Me!" Zhang Buyi replied.

As he replied, the movement of opening the door suddenly stopped.

"Squeak!"

The movement inside stopped, and the door seemed to lose its support and slowly opened.

What caught his eye was a little Taoist boy who was at most ten years old, standing blankly behind the door. When he saw Zhang Buyi, who was wearing a shroud, his pupils shrank and he was horrified.

"Oh my god!"

Immediately afterwards, he jumped back to his senses, turned around and rushed into the Taoist temple.

"Senior brother, senior brother, come here quickly. Master has returned to his soul. Master has faked his corpse!!!"

The Taoist boy ran into the Taoist temple like wind at his feet, screaming in terror. Apparently, he was frightened by Zhang Buyi's underworld dress in the middle of the night.

Zhang Buyi, who was about to say hello and spit out the words he had thought of, his face stiffened again, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the Taoist boy who had disappeared and walked into the Taoist temple.

When he stepped into the Taoist temple and entered the main hall, he found a little Taoist priest of thirteen or fourteen years old, a little fat, holding a broom and facing him. Behind the little Taoist priest were two little Taoist boys who were at most ten years old, shivering.

He looked at himself tremblingly.

"Master?" The teenage Taoist priest standing in front said with some trembling.

"Yeah!" Zhang Buyi nodded.

Seeing that Zhang Buyi really replied, the little Taoist priest and the two Taoist boys immediately knelt down and said: "Master, what else do you have in mind? If you want revenge, don't come to the disciples if you want to return to your soul.

, go find that enemy!"

While speaking, there was a sound of crying and kowtow.

Zhang Buyi's face was sullen, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he said: "You bastard, you buried me alive before I was dead, and now you're still cursing me. How did I teach you such a bastard thing!"

"Uh..." The little Taoist priest who was crying stopped for a moment, looked at Zhang Buyi and said, "Alive? Not dead?"

"Why, you still think that after the old Taoist is dead, why don't you bury him again?" Zhang Buyi asked with a black face.

The little Taoist priest and the two Taoist boys stopped their movements, then bravely stood up and poked Zhang Yi with a broom.
To be continued...