The green-clothed imp and Taotie, neither of them could drive, so Feng Ce was driving the whole time, and she felt guilty just watching that.

Feng Ce reached out and pinched her cheek, "Driving isn't tiring, it's enough for one of us to drive."

"You don't have time to work today." Wen Qi was not happy. "Don't be so rushed next time. It's not impossible to camp outside." But now there was obviously no place to camp.

Feng Ce didn't want to see her continue to blame herself, so he changed the subject and said, "Make me a cup of coffee."

Wen Qi immediately stood up and went to the back, "American coffee? Would you like it stronger?"

Feng Ce smiled and nodded, "Okay, add a little milk."

Wen Qi took out coffee beans from the kitchen cabinet and ground them while watching the passing scenery outside the window. When he finished grinding the beans and looked away, a piece of yellow paper money was suddenly pasted on the window.

Wen Qi paused and looked over there.

Soon, a figure appeared outside the window, sometimes high and sometimes low. It was a zombie wearing white mourning clothes, and he was constantly scattering paper money in his hands. The reason why he appeared high and sometimes low was because he was jumping.

Probably noticing Wen Qi's gaze, the zombie suddenly turned its head and looked over there, its dark eyes fixed firmly on Wen Qi's face. It was quite scary in the middle of the night.

Wen Qi's heartbeat quickened a little, and he looked at the zombie unhappily.

But soon, the zombie jumped away, and the zombies behind him jumped over - a team of four zombies arranged in a two-by-two pattern, jumping in unison, with bamboo poles on their shoulders.

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned close to the window and looked back, and found that the zombies were carrying a coffin, and there were four other zombies carrying the coffin behind it.

Nine corpses carrying a coffin? This is incredible. Who is the important person lying in this coffin?

Wen Qi was extremely curious. The coffin had just reached the window, so she looked at the coffin while making coffee.

The coffin made of golden nanmu wood was the standard for ancient emperors. It was carved with patterns of dragons and phoenixes, and there seemed to be some words on the side, probably about the important events in the life of the coffin owner.

Wen Qi couldn't see clearly and said "tsk" with regret. If she wasn't afraid of making enemies, she really wanted to get out of the car and stop the coffin to take a closer look. She felt uncomfortable because she had to listen to half of the gossip without any follow-up.

Wen Qi walked towards the cab with the coffee, and the car suddenly stopped. She looked up and saw nine zombies and coffins parked in front of the RV.

"What do you mean?" Wen Qi handed the coffee to Feng Ce and guessed, "You want us to give gifts?" They don't even know each other, and it's not appropriate to ask for gifts just when we just pass by.

Feng Ce blew on the coffee and took a sip carefully, "Go down and take a look and you'll know."

Wen Qi nodded, "Don't worry, finish your coffee first."

The people in the car did not get out, and the zombies in front of the car did not move. However, the person in the coffin lost his patience first, pushed open the coffin lid and sat up.

Wen Qi exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen a thousand-year-old zombie king wearing a suit."

Feng Ce was also looking at the skinny zombie covered in purple gold. "It will soon evolve into a Ba, as long as it can withstand the thunder tribulation."

Wen Qi frowned, "How can such a thing walk on the street so openly? Doesn't the Tianshi Association care?" She picked up her phone and called Han Zhen, "Does the Tianshi Association have a registered Zombie King?"

Han Zhen understood immediately after hearing this, "You are in Southern Xinjiang?"

Han Zhen said: "It is the ancestor of the corpse-driving family in southern Xinjiang. It has been worshipped by descendants. With it as a guardian, the corpse-driving faction has become much quieter, and the Tianshi Association is also easier to manage."

Wen Qi was a little surprised, "The corpse-driving sect is not under the jurisdiction of the Tianshi Association?"

Han Zhen: "This faction is independent. According to them, they are different from us. We are responsible for the soul, and they are responsible for the body. They are two different systems and cannot be confused."

Wen Qi sighed, "You're quite good at making excuses."

"There are relatively few people in this group, and we don't force them to abide by the rules of the Tianshi Association. As long as they don't affect ordinary people and don't use their abilities to harm others, that's enough." Han Zhen said, "Since it stopped you, it must have something to say. It won't hurt to listen."

Wen Qi said, "Oh," and said, "Then I'll get off the car and talk to it first."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ce had almost finished his cup of coffee, and the two got out of the car and walked towards the Zombie King.

The zombies carrying the coffin put it on the ground. The zombie king stood up straight and stepped out of the coffin calmly - that's right, he didn't jump, but stepped out like a normal person walking.

The shiny leather shoes fell on the dirt road, and there was an inexplicable feeling that this broken road was not worthy of being stepped on by the Zombie King.

The Zombie King walked up to Wen Qi and Feng Ce and greeted them politely, "Hello, I'm Chen Guanli." His voice was hoarse and torn, very much like a low electronic music.

Wen Qi blinked and followed its words to introduce: "Hello, I'm Wen Qi. This is my husband, Feng Ce."

The Zombie King nodded, "I know you guys. Are you here to attend the International Mystic Master Conference? But it's a little early, it won't start for more than two months."

Wen Qi shook his head, "No, what is the International Mystic Master Conference?"

The Zombie King was not surprised. "The invitation has just been sent out, and the Heavenly Master Association may not have received it yet. The Mystic Master Conference is held by our Corpse Driving School. We have invited many internationally renowned Mystic Masters to exchange ideas with everyone. The venue is in Wanku Mountain in southern Xinjiang. I hope you can come and participate."

Wen Qi suddenly realized, "Is this the first session?"

The Zombie King nodded, "Yes, if this is successful, I hope this tradition can continue in the future."

Wen Qi didn't know what to say and could only nod in admiration.

The Zombie King had no intention of chatting any further. After finishing his business, he said goodbye to them, returned to his coffin, and left first.

Wen Qi and Feng Ce looked at each other, the former asked: "What do you think its purpose is?"

Feng Ce shook his head. "We should just deal with it as it comes. It would be best if they just want to exchange and learn. If not, then their plan is too big."

Wen Qi pursed his lips and called Han Zhen again. Before he could speak, the latter said, "The association just received an invitation from the Corpse Driving Sect, inviting us to attend some kind of International Mystic Master Exchange Conference?"

"I was just about to tell you this." Wen Qi frowned and said, "Do you know much about the corpse-driving sect? Will they do anything weird? Are you planning to come over?"

Han Zhen was silent for two seconds and said, "I don't know much about it, but we still have to go over to take a look just in case. The start time is mid-July, so we still have time to investigate their purpose."