Chapter 17 I'm Not Afraid

Facing a ghost is different from facing a dead person, and the two fears are also different.

If a ghost stands in front of you, the fear is very direct.

But if a dead person is in front of you, the fear is very difficult to describe and very inexplicable.

Even though Zhang Ming himself said that his girlfriend is the Ghost Emperor, what reason does he have to be afraid of ghosts? And when he died, didn't he also become a ghost?

So he may not be afraid of ghosts, but at this moment facing a weird corpse, he is still afraid.

The outstretched hand was shaking slightly. But he still gritted his teeth, covered the eyes of the female corpse with his palm, and gently stroked her eyelids.

After nervously withdrawing his hand, the eyes of the female corpse had already closed.

He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Okay..."

For some reason, Zhang Ming was looking forward to this trip, hoping to encounter a corpse and try out his own Taoist skills.

But now, he is a little scared, and he regrets why he made himself uncomfortable.

Facing such a weird thing, it would be better to go directly to the ghost boss for a fight.

The three of them looked at each other, and it was obvious that Zhang Ming was not the only one who was scared.

"Let's go eat something and drink some wine to boost our courage!" said the yellow-haired man.

Fatty and Zhang Ming nodded and were about to leave, but Zhang Ming glanced at the female corpse when he turned around, and then his body froze.

"Why... it opened its eyes again?" Zhang Ming said in surprise.

Fatty and the yellow-haired man also took a look, and sure enough, the corpse opened its eyes again.

"No way?" The yellow-haired man swallowed and said, "It seems that we are in trouble tonight!"

The fat man said, "Zhang... Zhang Ming, you... close her eyes again!"

Zhang Ming looked at the female corpse, and then took out a talisman from his body and said,

"This is the talisman I drew to suppress corpses. I wonder if it works."

The yellow-haired man said, "Stick it on and see!"

Zhang Ming pasted the yellow talisman on the forehead of the female corpse, and then closed the eyes of the female corpse again.

At this time, on a remote small flat land at the foot of the mountain behind this house, the fat man and the yellow-haired man's master Zhang Quezi were sitting on the ground drinking wine.

He was heard drinking and saying, "Zhang Ming, let's see what kind of character you have tonight. I will cast a spell to make the corpse change into a corpse later to test you!"

As he said, he continued to drink.

But he had no idea that the corpse had already started to do something weird before he could cast a spell.

Back in the room, Zhang Ming and the other two stared at the corpse with the talisman for a while. Seeing that the corpse was motionless and had stopped blinking, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhang Ming, it seems that your talisman is still quite powerful. You are indeed a very talented person." The yellow-haired man couldn't help but praise him.

Zhang Ming smiled and thought that he had been practicing every day for the past half month. If he didn't have any skills, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

"Let's go, it's okay, let's go have a drink."

The three returned to the small room and continued to drink a glass of white wine each.

After eating some more dishes, the fat man covered his stomach and went out to find the toilet.

This guy didn't dare to go alone, so he had to drag the yellow-haired man to go with him.

Zhang Ming was left alone in the small room. He had nothing to be afraid of, but when he thought of the mourning hall outside, he felt a little scared.

Thinking of this, he poured some more white wine.

As for Fatty and Yellow Hair, they didn't go to the toilet at all, but ran to the back of the mountain and found Zhang Quezi.

Seeing Zhang Quezi drinking, the two ran over with a grin. Yellow Hair said:

"Master, you are really amazing. You just used a little trick to scare Zhang Ming so much that he is a little scared now. Not to mention him, we are both a little scared."

Hearing this, Zhang Quezi was puzzled: "What little trick?"

"Just now, wasn't it...didn't you cast a spell to make the female corpse open her eyes...eyes?" Fatty asked.

Zhang Quezi rolled his eyes and said: "Didn't I say that I won't start until twelve o'clock?"

"Huh?" Yellow Hair and Fatty looked at each other, both of them looked unhappy.

"So, there is something wrong with the female corpse?" said the yellow-haired man.

Zhang Quezi heard this and said, "The master said that his daughter died tragically, and he may have a lot of resentment. This is good, and it saves me from having to do anything.

You two, hurry back. This time it is not only a test of Zhang Ming's character, but also a test of the Taoist skills you two have learned in the past six months."

Upon hearing this, the yellow-haired man and the fat man immediately hung their heads in despair. The Taoist skills they had learned in the past six months were just the beginning. How could they withstand the test?

But they didn't dare to say anything and could only go back.

However, the road was very crowded. As they walked, it suddenly rained heavily from the sky, accompanied by thunder.

The two hurriedly ran to an uninhabited house next to them to take shelter from the rain. It was nearly fifty meters away from the deceased's house.

"The rain came very suddenly!" said the yellow-haired man.

The fat man wiped his thin and pitiful hair and said, "Wait until the rain stops before going back... Go back, otherwise... your body will get wet!" It

was raining so hard now that he certainly couldn't run over, so he could only hide from the rain first.

Zhang Quezi, who was in the open space, hurriedly ran to a straw shed to hide from the rain, and at the same time took out the wine bottle and continued to drink. He also said,

"Rainy days are more suitable for drinking..."

Speaking of Zhang Ming, he was eating peanuts, and suddenly it started to rain heavily, which made his already depressed heart even more depressed.

That's fine, but I don't know if it was because of the thunder, the lights in the house also made a short-circuit sound, and the lights kept flickering.

The next moment, the lights went out, and the lights in the mourning hall next to it also went out.

Only a few candles on the altar table emitted a faint and strange light, and there was a flame in the brazier in front of the altar table.

In the dim room, Zhang Ming put down his chopsticks, sighed and said:

"What a pity... these two guys, why haven't they come back yet?"

After saying that, he sat in the small room, always feeling uneasy.

So he simply got up and walked to the door of the mourning hall to look at the heavy rain outside.

Summer rain comes suddenly and heavily, accompanied by thunder.

At this rate, it is estimated that Fatty and Yellow-haired will not be back for a while.

Zhang Ming was helpless and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall again. He felt uncomfortable, so he forced himself to walk to the coffin.

With the help of the faint light of the candle, he saw the female corpse in the coffin with her eyes closed and the talisman on her forehead.

He felt relieved and took a candle from the altar. He returned to the small room and prepared to drink more wine.

However, he did not notice that he had just returned to the small room. The talisman on the forehead of the female corpse in the coffin suddenly made a small popping sound and then slid off the forehead of the female corpse... There was

constant thunder outside, and the lightning flashed, and the mourning hall and the small house were illuminated from time to time.

In this kind of thunderstorm, I don’t know how many children and girls hid in their quilts in fear.

But at this moment, suddenly a woman’s voice said:

"Such a big thunderstorm, I’m so scared..."

Zhang Ming was stunned, and then he drank the wine in the glass in his hand, and said:

"I was not afraid at first... Now... I am also afraid..."

(End of this chapter)