Chapter 451: The Corpse-Driving Man from Western Hunan, a Hundred Years of Journey Home
The two continued to recount the horrific events that occurred that night. After all, they were the only ones in the car who escaped death.
"It's unbelievable that the other two passengers in the car died."
"We've already warned the driver to get rid of the two ghosts."
"But the driver didn't take it seriously and even called us two crazy people."
When talking about this, Mrs. Wang and Wang Bin felt very uncomfortable: "I should have called the police at that time."
Given the situation at the time, I guess no one would believe me even if I called the police.
What did we call the police about? Officer, there are two ancient corpses from the Qing Dynasty on the bus we're riding. They just got on without buying tickets.
"Don't blame yourselves, this isn't your fault!" Meng Fuling comforted them, "It can only be said that their life span has ended."
"Squeak!" The door inside the morgue made a slight sound, followed by the rhythmic sound of footsteps.
In the office, Wen Xiaoli felt a chill on her back: "Xiao Meng, do you feel cold?"
Meng Fuling also felt a sharp breath at this time, but this smell was not the murderous aura of death.
At this moment, Mrs. Wang opened her eyes wide and pointed excitedly at the opposite side: "Come, come!"
Her face was filled with fear and her body was shaking, and she couldn't speak clearly.
"What's coming?" Wen Xiaoli looked at the two people with their mouths open in fear.
"You, behind you!" Wang Bin felt his legs start to tremble.
"Behind you?" Meng Fuling frowned, and the two of them looked behind them together.
They saw two white shrouds coming towards them, jumping around like spirits.
"Oh my God!" Wen Xiaoli was so scared that she dropped the notebook in her hand on the ground and reached out to touch her waist.
Only then did he realize that he didn't bring a gun into the office, so he immediately grabbed the broom next to him and protected the person behind him.
The two white shrouds slowly fell off, revealing the two Qing Dynasty mummies.
They raised their hands and jumped around, just like the zombies in TV shows.
The fans in the live broadcast room were stunned and the screen was immediately filled with output.
[What did I say? Whenever Policewoman Wen and my Master are on duty together, something's bound to happen. Isn't that why this zombie is here?]
[Oh my god, it's a corpse! This is a huge dumpling from the Qing Dynasty, and it actually jumped out of the morgue on its own.]
[The movie didn't lie to me. It turns out that what was shown in the TV series was real. Zombies really do exist.]
[Oh, look how scared the old lady is! Her hands are shaking even more than my grandfather's Parkinson's.]
"Master, didn't you say the zombies' souls had already left? But why are these two zombies still moving?"
In the middle of the night, two zombies were found in the police station, jumping around.
They have green faces and fangs, and they want to pounce and attack people when they see them.
Even if knocked down, it would get up again, emitting a terrifying whimpering sound.
They are not ghosts because there is no soul in their body. They are just zombies without emotions.
"Oh, help!" Aunt Wang never dreamed that she had finally escaped the fatal bus.
Now that they meet again in the police station, God seems to want to take her life away.
Just as he was about to pounce and grab Wang Bin, he screamed in fear: "Help!"
The next second it suddenly stopped and didn't move, and he opened his eyes with a pale face.
Only then did she see clearly that both zombies had yellow talismans stuck on their heads. Meng Fuling whispered, "Fixed!"
This time they really stopped moving, and the two of them collapsed on the ground: "Oh my god, I'm scared to death!"
Wen Xiaoli also breathed a sigh of relief: "What's going on? Why aren't they moving?"
"Yes, I used the immobilization spell." Meng Fuling nodded: "Don't be afraid!"
How could I not be afraid? These are two zombies. It's said that if you get bit by a zombie, you'll die.
"Do you know about the corpse-carrying in Xiangxi?" She looked at the two zombies and said, "They probably want to go home."
Zombies coming home? Wen Xiaoli opened her eyes wide in shock: "Really?"
The fans in the live broadcast room were very excited and started to complain and search.
I've seen the Xiangxi corpse-carrying ritual before. I saw it in a movie. It's said that zombies are driven away by corpse-carrying people.
[Real or fake? Isn't it all fake? It's just artistic processing. How could a corpse be carried away?]
[I didn't believe it before, but after seeing these two zombies, I believe it.]
[These two zombies have been dead for over a hundred years, and they're still thinking about going home? The Qing Dynasty is already dead.]
[This has completely overturned my three perspectives. Brother, wake up! This is the police station, the same one you used to have.]
Meng Fuling was too lazy to chat with this group of fans and just put her hands on their foreheads.
Although I cannot read all the memories, I can still sense some fragments of the two people.
The carriage was moving slowly on the official road. It was the boat carrying the prefect on his way from the south to the north of Beijing to take up his post.
Sitting inside were his wife, Youshi, who had been married for two years, as well as two servants and several guards.
This road is an official road and was a very safe place to walk on in the past.
Suddenly, more than a dozen men in black jumped out of the mountains, their faces covered and holding long swords, they rushed over.
These days, no criminals dared to kill imperial officials. I thought they were just bandits who wanted to rob them of their money.
Seeing that all the servants and guards were killed, Lu Zhizhou said: "Everyone, I am the new prefect."
"If you just want money, you can take whatever we bring with us."
"I just hope you can spare my life and mine. I promise I won't track you down."
But these men in black didn't care at all. They picked up their swords and killed the couple.
Since it wasn't for money, he must have been killed because he was taking advantage of someone else's official career.
After his death, his soul stood there for a long time and was unwilling to leave. Their bodies were carried away and buried by this group of people.
His ghost wanders in the mountains because people in ancient times believed that fallen leaves should return to their roots.
The body was buried outside with its eyes open, and at this time Lu Zhizhou met a Taoist priest.
He begged the Taoist to take his and his wife's bodies back to his hometown for burial, and promised to give him the jade pendant on his body.
The Taoist thought about it and finally agreed, so he found the bodies and dug them out.
Because they died an untimely death and their evil spirits were too strong, talismans were affixed to their bodies.
Afterwards, he took the two people all the way to his hometown. Seeing this, the souls of the two people left with peace of mind.
But not long after they left, an accident happened and a riot broke out among the local refugees.
The Taoist priest ran away in the chaos, and the two bodies were buried on the spot along with the bodies of the dead refugees.
This place is the Wang Family Cemetery near the south of the city. After more than a hundred years, various changes have occurred in the earth's crust.
Accidentally, the talismans on their heads fell off and the two of them miraculously crawled out of the ground.
Because the Taoist's previous spell of scaring them was to make them go back, the two ancient corpses from the Qing Dynasty were just walking on the road.
When they saw a car passing by late at night, they followed it and got on the bus.
I thought I could go back by riding this thing, but I soon realized that this was not the route I wanted to go back.
So there was a riot in the car behind, and people started attacking people just like they are doing now.
After the driver lost consciousness, the bus drove towards the east of the city and directly into the river.
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