After seeing the blood on Ying Ci's wrist, the zombie swallowed, jumped forward, grabbed his arm and was about to bite it down!

Resignation:? !!!

"Fuck you, get out of here!"

It wasn't until the zombie bit his arm that Ying Ci screamed in horror: "Oh my god, this is a real zombie! Help me, who has glutinous rice, come and save me!"

The tourists who had just thought it was an NPC also scattered in fear after seeing the blood on Ying Ci's arm.

"I told you that zombie didn't look like he was acting! That kid had to court death!"

"Oh my god, Happy Valley is so exciting! There are even real zombies in the haunted house!"

Ruan Ruan was so scared that she wanted to go forward and pull Ying Ci away, but her best friend pulled her away and ran away quickly, "Ruan Ruan, are you crazy? If you get bit by a zombie, you will turn into a zombie!"

Ying Ci was caught by a zombie, unable to escape. He watched in despair as his girlfriend was dragged away by her best friend. No one came to save him. He looked up at the sky in despair, wondering, "Am I just going to be cannon fodder in a zombie movie seeking death all my life?"

Seeing that most of the irrelevant people had been scared away, and only a few of her roommates were still peeking out of the door, Shi Ling grabbed the zombie's braid and pulled it away with force.

Ying Ci burst into tears from the pain. He no longer had the heart to grieve. Instead, he stared at Shi Ling in horror: "Sister, are you the King of Hell? My flesh is about to be ripped off!"

"Oh, sorry."

Shi Ling punched the zombie in the mouth, knocking out several of his teeth, and the zombie finally let go.

Resignation: !!!

Shui Miaomiao, Pei Qi, Su Xingwan and Lin Lin, who were peeking out from outside the door to watch, were also stunned.

Several people instantly recalled the scenes of their past interactions with Shi Ling to make sure they had not offended Shi Ling.

The zombie twisted in pain and waved its hands with sharp nails towards Shi Ling.

"This manicure is so black and ugly, it's so unsightly." Shi Ling grabbed his hands and twisted them, and with a click, they broke.

The zombie let out a strange cry of pain. Seeing Shi Ling punching him in the forehead with a force that seemed to blow his head off, he was so frightened that he uttered in human language, "You hurt me, this is damaging the cultural relic!"

Ying Ci was stunned: "Are you kidding me? A zombie knows he's a cultural relic?"

Shi Ling sneered, "You hurt my friend, I was acting in self-defense!"

Ying Ci suddenly looked at Shi Ling: "?! No, who is your friend? Hey! You stood there and watched the show for so long, holding it in just for this?"

Shi Ling mercilessly punched the zombie into the coffin.

As soon as the zombie sat up, she punched him in the head again.

"Are you playing whack-a-mole? I have something to say..."

The zombie sat up again.

But Shi Ling punched him on the forehead and sent him falling back. "Lie down and talk."

The zombie was angry: "Just lie down for a few hundred years and see!"

Shi Ling: "So promoting cremation makes sense. I'll contact a funeral home for you right away."

Zombie: "You're damaging the artifact!!"

Shi Ling: "Oh, you want to go to the museum? That's fine. I think your soul is quite dirty, I guess the underworld doesn't want it either, so just let it scatter."

The vivid expression on the zombie's face suddenly froze, tears streaming down its face. "A dirty soul? Hahaha, that's true. I, Wei Hongguang, was disloyal and unfilial, corrupt and bribed, and sold out my country for personal gain. I've failed the Emperor's high hopes and the 400 million people of the Qing Dynasty. I've signed countless unequal treaties that ceded territory and paid indemnities. Even if my name goes down in history, it will be as a traitorous and infamous minister. How could a person like me, worse than pigs and dogs, be worthy of polluting the Emperor's reincarnation path?"