Chapter 71 The Third Item: Coin Catcher
Ye Minglang’s reminder is not without reason.
The onlookers suddenly realized what was going on and ran to check it out.
“No…no more!”
Song Buyu's face looked very ugly.
Although the tent where the Monster Box was originally placed was intact, a hole appeared in the ice under the tent at some point.
The entrance of the cave is neither too big nor too small, but it can only accommodate the monster box.
There's not even a ghost in this place, how could something get lost?
"Did it sink?"
Song Buyu grasped the hole in the ice and looked down.
From the side edge of the cave, it can be seen that the ice is very thick and the cut edge is not smooth.
It can't be a coincidence.
It looked more like it was bitten open by something.
There was water under the ice, and it was impossible to see where the monster box went.
Zao Wu pushed Song Buyu aside, took out a ghost box as big as a ring box from his body, opened it, and released a small insect with a warm yellow light at its tail.
The bug entered the water, momentarily illuminating the area beneath the ice.
For people who are performing delivery tasks, lost parcels are a very serious matter.
They should be very busy in the next period of time.
Chen Li knew that he shouldn't be here at this time, after all, he also had his own mission.
After saying a brief goodbye to Ye Minglang, Chen Li took off his heavy clothes, walked across the reflective ice surface, and returned to his own world.
When Shen Li came back, he was still standing in the same position.
There was a violent storm outside, the water level in the valley was rising, and the water on the ground had already reached above his waist.
It's not a pleasant feeling to have half of your body immersed in water.
His teammates were still around him, and he could feel their rapid breathing.
Something floated past his waist.
Chen Li took out the fire starter he had exchanged in the mall from his arms, opened the lid and blew it.
Countless broken sparks fell down.
With such a faint light, Chen Li could see clearly the object floating on the water.
These are the bodies of couriers who had died before.
These bodies should have floated away with the current, but in fact they did not.
They floated eerily on the water, circling around the living people.
The corpse driver Jiang Lexin, with a red string wrapped around his hands, was in a stalemate with the zombie hanging upside down from the beam.
There was no time to deal with these things floating on the water.
The others followed Jiang Lexin's previous instructions and closed their eyes, not daring to open them, let alone run away.
The floating corpse on the water surface kept circling around and it was inevitable to touch it.
Everyone has reached the brink of collapse.
Chen Li didn't hesitate. He bit his index finger, scratched out a drop of blood, put his two fingers together and threw them in the direction of Jiang Lexin.
The balance of the confrontation between the two was instantly broken because of the addition of Shen Li's drop of blood.
Jiang Lexin had the upper hand and freed one hand to take out the cinnabar talisman and stick it on the zombie's forehead.
The zombie seemed to be in great pain. Its clenched hands loosened and the last copper coin fell out.
Jiang Lexin picked up the copper coins and used the red line to rope around everyone like lassoing a horse. He tied a slipknot and pulled everyone back out.
No one dared to open their eyes until they were completely out of the house.
It was raining heavily outside, and the three huts were gradually submerged.
There is no place to shelter from the rain in the wilderness.
Jiang Lexin put on a bamboo hat and gestured to everyone to follow him.
He led everyone to walk on the mountain path for about half an hour, turned into a hidden path, and finally led everyone to a pavilion on the mountainside to shelter from the rain.
Everyone's clothes were soaked, but the rain was too heavy and there was no suitable dry firewood to make a fire.
Bian Ling was shivering from the cold and sneezed several times.
The man with glasses also huddled aside and shivered.
The fisherman has fished in various dungeons all year round and has first-class survival skills in the wild.
"Is there any other place to shelter from the rain nearby?" he asked Jiang Lexin.
"there is none left."
There is only this small pavilion.
There are no walls on any side, so even if you make a fire to keep warm, it is difficult to keep the fire from going out.
The fisherman put on a bamboo hat and walked around the pavilion. There were many bamboos not far away.
Without saying a word, he started chopping bamboo to build a makeshift shelter, looking like a master of wilderness survival.
Everyone went to help, and by dawn they had managed to build a simple wall out of bamboo.
The rain stopped and the sun came out.
Bian Ling collected some wet firewood in advance and took it out to dry while the sun was still shining.
After being soaked in the rain for a day, the skin on my fingers was wrinkled.
Everyone was outside enjoying the rare sunshine.
No one else saw it last night, but Jiang Lexin knew that it was Chen Li who helped him.
So correspondingly, he also let down his guard and introduced the situation of this place to everyone.
"There are more dead people here than living people, especially in recent years, due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, corpses are everywhere, and many people have died in a foreign land, so the skill of corpse driver has become popular."
Jiang Lexin talked endlessly about the past.
This is an era where zombies are everywhere.
People who die in a foreign land are not truly dead. Their obsession with returning home will turn them into zombies and crawl up from the ground.
Zombies don't have their own thoughts. They just wander around aimlessly with obsession, killing anyone who stands in their way.
Zombies without a zombie driver to guide them are very dangerous.
The world today is divided into four continents.
Jizhou, Qingzhou, Cangzhou, and Tongtaizhou.
A long time ago, people dealt with zombies by calling in corpse drivers, calculating the deceased's hometown, and then having the corpse drivers take the zombies back to their hometown to heaven.
Only when the zombies' feet step on their homeland will they breathe their last breath and their souls can truly rest in peace.
If you bury the body now, it won't rise again.
But it takes a lot of time to cross each state, and there is a shortage of corpse drivers. After the natural disaster, there are zombies everywhere.
There are simply too many corpses to chase away.
"Therefore, starting from a few years ago, each state will train a group of corpse drivers."
Speaking of this, Jiang Lexin's expression was quite proud.
Because corpse drivers receive salaries from the state, although the risks are great, the income is not low.
"In order to solve the problem of zombies, each state has built a huge copper furnace. The corpse drivers only need to drive the zombies to the copper furnace and burn them, but this is not a long-term solution."
The zombies that failed to return home were burned to ashes, and the remaining resentment floated into the air with the smoke from the cremation, covering the entire country.
As resentment accumulated and natural disasters became more and more frequent, some of the corpse drivers came to their senses and disputes began.
"There are two factions among the corpse chasers. One is the extreme Crucible Faction, which advocates burning all the zombies to save time and effort. The other is the Homecoming Faction, which advocates sending the zombies back to their hometowns to rest in peace."
After hearing what Jiang Lexin said, Bian Ling asked curiously, "What faction are you from?"
"Me..." Jiang Lexin was actually not sure herself.
"Why do I have to make a choice? Why do I have to take sides? My senior brother who grew up with me is from the Crucible Sect, and my master is from the Homecoming Sect. Before we were divided into factions, the relationship between the master and the disciples was very harmonious. But after the factions were divided, my senior brother and the master fell out, and the sect became a mess."
He couldn't stand that kind of environment, so he ran away from his master.
"Until a while ago, I received a letter from my senior brother, saying that the master had passed away."
Jiang Lexin's eyes became moist as she spoke. "I returned to the mountain gate and saw that my master had also turned into a zombie who was eager to return home."
"When the master was wandering, he injured two junior brothers, but he had always been very kind to them when he was alive. The senior brother said that zombies have no thoughts and are destined to hurt people. The furnace made of bronze tripod is their final destination."
"The day the master entered the furnace, I saw him crying."
"Although his eyes are cloudy and his body exudes a rotten smell, I am not wrong. Master wants to return home. He is just like thousands of zombies. He just wants to return to the place where he was born."
After the master passed away, the senior brother accepted the sect, took control of everything, and forced the master into the furnace.
Jiang Lexin resisted with all her might.
He even knelt in front of his senior brother and begged him: "Senior brother, please let me send Master back home, please. You clearly loved me the most in the past."
Senior brother stays indoors and never comes out.
He knelt outside the door for three days and three nights, and even his junior fellow apprentice came to persuade him.
"Your senior brother has been through a hard life and now he only wants to climb up. The one in power is the Crucible Clan, and he is the Crucible Clan."
When my master was alive, he was a member of the Returning Home Sect. At that time, he led the entire sect to fearlessly confront those in power.
He attempted to destroy the bronze tripod for cremating corpses.
Now that he is dead, he has no say at all.
"The people above have posted Master's suicide note all over the streets and alleys, almost announcing it to the world. In the suicide note, he said that he deeply regretted fighting for the mistakes of his half-life. Before he died, he finally figured out that the view of the Crucible School was correct. Zombies have no thoughts, no feelings, they are just corpses. After death, all past events are wiped out and they enter the furnace, dust to dust, dust to dust. He hopes that after his death, he can also be burned in the furnace."
“How could it be…”
Jiang Lexin fell to the ground.
"Master wouldn't say that. This isn't Master's suicide note!"
The junior fellow apprentice was three years younger than him, but he also understood this principle.
"The dead have no say."
"After the master's death, the voice of the Crucible faction gradually overshadowed the Homecoming faction."
“Not many people care whether zombies have thoughts or whether they are eager to return home.”
After hearing this, everyone understood.
Although Jiang Lexin kept saying that he didn't want to take sides, it can be seen from what he said that his final choice was to return to his hometown.
"I like my senior brother, but he is a member of the Crucible faction. I tried my best to stand by his side, but the tear that Master left before entering the Crucible made me no longer have the courage to stand by his side."
In the past, Jiang Lexin was spoiled by her master and sisters in the sect when she grew up, so she didn’t have to think about these things.
But now, he can gradually distinguish right from wrong on his own.
"Look at the sky. It's only cleared up for a while, and it's going to rain again."
Jiang Lexin's face was full of helplessness. "Those dark clouds are the resentment of the zombies who were unable to return home when they walked into the furnace."
"Many people never look up at the sky. They only see the piles of gold and jade in their careers, and they can't take their eyes off from that. Even my senior brother is like this."
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