The wardrobe's hidden door revealed an overwhelming aura of yin energy that filled the entire space, with wisps of malevolent energy lingering within.
Linxi walked along, clearing away the yin energy, and after passing through a narrow path, came to an open space.
It was pitch black here, with the surrounding walls painted black, giving off an ominous atmosphere.
Lin Xi threw out a lamp talisman, and the bright light slowly dispelled the darkness, revealing the object in the middle of the open space.
This is a coffin!
It was estimated to be two meters long and one meter wide. The coffin was entirely black and constantly emitted a heavy, eerie aura.
This is the source of Yin energy.
Which genius would steal someone else's coffin?
Why hide here? Are you going to lie in it when you die and be buried on the spot?
This coffin has such a strong yin energy, did it contain a zombie?
Lin Xi walked in step by step. The coffin lay quietly on the ground. She observed it carefully and noticed that the coffin board and the wood underneath were different.
The coffin lid was black with a hint of red, made of Phoebe zhennan wood, while the other parts were made of ordinary wood.
Lin Xi lifted the coffin lid and took a look.
The coffin was filled with a large amount of gold and jewels, which were obviously old items, dusty and dull, having lost their former luster.
Lin Xi understood; the fat man was a tomb raider, and the gold, jewelry, and coffin lid here were stolen from a tomb by him.
Unfortunately, he had the life to steal it, but not the life to use it.
The coffin lid was filled with extremely heavy yin energy, which ordinary people could not withstand and would die instantly.
After Fatty died, his body absorbed yin energy and evil energy, gradually turning into a zombie and becoming a white zombie.
If Linxi doesn't come, the fat guy who turned into a white zombie will go out to find food at night, and people nearby will be at risk of being bitten by the zombie.
Fortunately, Gu Yong realized something was wrong and went to her for help; otherwise, he would have been the next to become a zombie.
Lin Xi pasted a yellow talisman on the coffin lid to seal off all the yin and evil energy, and went out to see if Qian Fugui and Ji Heng had dealt with the white zombie.
She had just taken one step when an old man with a white beard came rushing over, holding a peach wood sword.
Lin Xi instinctively stretched out her foot, and the white-bearded old man quickly turned around, stepping on a watermelon rind and falling flat on his back.
"Ouch, my back!"
The voice sounded familiar. Lin Xi calmly withdrew her foot and quickly glanced around.
Bai lay stiffly on the ground, while Ji Heng and Qian Fugui hid in a corner.
Not bad, this sword pierced the white zombie's heart perfectly, it's dead beyond any doubt, no need for a finishing blow.
When Qian Fugui and Ji Heng saw people coming out, they quickly ran to Lin Xi's side.
Ji Heng's eyes welled up with tears. "Boss, you're finally back."
Qian Fugui gasped for breath, "Master, is the white zombie dead?"
"They're dead." Lin Xi asked, "Did you learn anything? Remember how you felt today if you encounter a zombie in the future."
Ji Heng's lips twitched. "I hope there won't be a future. Being chased by zombies is an extremely unpleasant feeling."
Qian Fugui asked in bewilderment, "Master, why would a zombie rise from the dead after being stabbed?"
Lin Xi touched her chin. "Surprised, aren't you?"
When I was a child at a Taoist temple, I made more than a dozen miniature peach wood swords when I was bored. Each one had its own magical properties, and I can no longer remember the function of each one.
It's quite normal for zombies to come back to life.
Ji Heng took out a miniature peach wood sword. "Boss, here you go."
Lin Xi waved her hand, "Here, take this. I have more than a dozen of these. You can use them for self-defense."
Ji Heng didn't want the strange peach wood sword. This time it was a zombie coming back to life; who knew what kind of magical effect it would have next time?
He took a deep breath and finally accepted it, keeping it safe.
Qian Fugui scratched his head. "Master, my sword is in the hands of that Taoist priest."
Lin Xi looked at the old man over there, "You are...?"
She looked very familiar, but couldn't quite place him. She had seen many old men with white beards, their beards so long that they covered most of their faces, making them difficult to distinguish.
The old man on the ground patted his buttocks and limped toward the three of them, saying, "Ouch, my back, my butt, I'll need to rest for half a month."
Several figures flashed through Lin Xi's mind, "You are the Taoist priest of Yuanqing Temple."
“That’s right.” The white-bearded old man blinked his small eyes. “Think again, you’ll definitely remember.”
Lin Xi crossed her arms and said, "Hurry up and introduce yourself, stop being so mysterious."
The white-bearded old man curled his lip, "Hmph! You actually forgot? I'm not telling you."
Lin Xi ignored him and waved to the person outside the door, "Come here."
Gu Yong took a deep breath and rushed over, his voice trembling, "Master, what's wrong?"
Lin Xi explained, "The fat guy downstairs turned into a white zombie, but it's been resolved. There's a coffin over there."
Gu Yong glanced over furtively; it was pitch black. He suddenly realized, "Holy crap! My bedroom is right up there."
Lin Xi analyzed, "Your bed is directly under the coffin, so you are sleeping on the bed, which is equivalent to sleeping on top of the coffin, and the direction of the coffin is exactly opposite to that of your bed."
"When yang energy clashes with yin energy, the weak yang energy cannot defeat the yin energy, and the yin energy will slowly devour all your yang energy."
"To put it simply, there's no corpse inside the coffin. The coffin lid treats you as the original corpse. Seeing that you're sleeping upside down, it manually adjusts your sleeping position to align with the flow of yin energy, making the corpse turn into a zombie faster."
"But you are still alive, so your organs are failing and your skin is gradually turning into a zombie. If nothing unexpected happens, you will become a black zombie, one level higher than Fatty."
Qian Fugui commented, "This sounds like a pretty good coffin lid. It thoughtfully adjusts your sleeping position so that you become a high-level zombie after you die, and you'll never have to be afraid of sunlight again."
Gu Yong trembled, his teeth chattering. "Master Fatty, please stop talking."
Ahhh! I'm going crazy!
Every night, he sleeps in a bunk bed with a coffin and a zombie. Is there a more outrageous roommate in the world?
Gu Yong trembled even more violently, "Master Fatty, I need to rent a room! Rent a room!!"
Qian Fugui smiled and said, "Okay, I'll contact you later."
Hehe, another room has been rented out.
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