Prying open the coffin lid, its clear that the shotguns power is not to be underestimated. The coffin lid was also about to be smashed, Shi Baozis gun happened to be stuck in the mouth of the corpse, this guy was shot, his entire head was already unrecognizable, completely mushy.

  Zha Wenbin said this was a white-haired corpse, he said that among the corpses transformed from glutinous rice balls, hairless corpses were relatively easy to deal with, and many methods could be used to subdue them. When we really encounter a fierce one today, we will have to settle it here.

  The wound on Fatsos leg had already started to turn black, and Old Miao used some herbal medicine to dress it simply, which could only be dealt with after they got back. At this moment, he no longer dared to argue with Cha Wenbin easily, that battered head still had a few teeth left, those teeth were all triangular and sharp, if he really took a bite, Fatso wouldnt have enough meat to chew even if he had more flesh.

  Im also quite curious about this kind of thing, because my grandfather used to be a Taoist priest, and when I was young, my grandfather would tell me stories about it. Most of the time, I just listened to them as stories, but I didnt expect that today I would encounter it myself. So I asked him: "What kind of zongzi is the most powerful?"

  He counted on his fingers and told me: "There are eighteen kinds of zombies: Jiangshi, Xue Shi, Yin Shi, Rou Shi, Pi Shi, Yu Shi, Hang Shi, Zha Shi, Han Shi, Mao Shi. Theres also Walking Corpse, Awakening Corpse, Jia Shi, Stone Corpse, Fighting Corpse, Vegetable Corpse, Cotton Corpse and Wooden Corpse. The most ferocious ones are Jiangshi and Xue Shi, especially Xue Shi is the worst, with the greatest resentment being Yin Shi and Dou Shi, while Rou Shi and Xing Shi are not that serious."

  I listened to him rattle off all these names in one breath and became even more curious, asking him: "How did you know so many?"

  Zha Wenbin lowered his head and said: "My master taught me."

  "Is that your master? Then your master must be very impressive, when we get back you have to take me to meet him. Also, these zongzi you mentioned, have you seen them all?"

  Zha Wenbin shook his head and said, "I dont either, this is the first time today. Master usually reminds me not to say it." After finishing speaking, he also told Shi Huangzi: "After going back, we need to use glutinous rice porridge to apply, and go to pick some snake medicine to fight poison with poison. If not handled properly, it will leave a hidden disease root."

  Shi Baizi scratched his head awkwardly, thought for a moment, and then stretched out his hand: "Sorry, its my fault. No matter what, you saved me today. Im a person who repays kindness, so if theres anything in the future, Ill definitely not be ambiguous."

  Cha Wenbin was also very magnanimous, and the two young people shook hands. This time, lets start to really know and accept each other, but who would have thought that from now on, the fate of these few people would be tightly entwined together.

  The remaining two coffins were not broken, and each had a symbol on the forehead of the coffin. Especially that big coffin, which was only about 4 or 5 meters away from us. Cha Wenbin said to Shi Dangzi: "Youre quite lucky, you knocked over this small one, but the real thing is inside that big one."

  "Whats the master?" Shi Baozi started to regret a bit, having fired all the bullets. What if another one pops out? He had also finished urinating earlier, wouldnt that be waiting for death?

  "Its the big coffin, these two small ones I reckon are burial coffins for accompaniment. Look at the difference between the large one and these two small ones, its not just the size of the coffin. Take a closer look at whats different about that large coffin."

  The fatty shook his head like a rattle drum: "Cant see, cant see."

  "There are threads on that coffin, and the ink pad is pressed. These coffins have all been handled by people, so he must know that theres a fake corpse inside, but I dont know why it would be abandoned here."

  After Wen Bin said that, I looked again and indeed, those lines were intersecting with each other in a grid-like pattern. Each grid was about the size of a piece of tofu, but the dust on top had already become quite thick, and you wouldnt notice it if you didnt look carefully.

  "Whats the point of turning into a zongzi if hes already dead?"

  "There are many reasons, and each type of zombie has its own reason for formation. However, they all share the commonality of gathering the grievances of heaven and earth, taking in the dead energy and evil energy of heaven and earth to be born. They do not age, die, or perish, and are rejected by the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity, outside of the six paths of reincarnation. Such skin corpses are often due to the wind and water conditions of their burial site, where the corpse does not rot, and the skin becomes hard like an iron plate. In the past, it was said that zombies were immune to knives and guns, but this type is easily awakened by the breath of a living person."

  The simplest way to deal with this kind of corpse is to burn it with fire. The more difficult ones are the shadow corpses. I heard from my master that most shadow corpses were prepared by people before they died, and after being buried, their bodies would not rot, still looking the same even after tens or hundreds of years have passed. There are also those that become like this due to geographical reasons, and what he said about them is really eerie, especially when it comes to water bubble corpses.

  "What is a waterlogged corpse?"

  "Its the kind of coffin that has water in it. The corpse is divided into dry and wet, with the dry one being a hateful eight killings and the wet one being an evil eight killings. I heard theres a kind of yin rotten corpse thats soaked in human blood, which can last for thousands of years without rotting, as long as it comes into contact with human air, it will immediately rise up, even the Great Luo Golden Immortal cant control it."

  Shi Baizi felt a chill run down his back as he listened to these words, and he couldnt help but think that he had just narrowly escaped from the gates of hell. He was grateful to the young man for coming up with a plan to save him, and he couldnt resist glancing up at the large coffin again.

  Things came so coincidentally, he just swept his eyes over and seemed to see something dripping from the big coffin. Rubbing his eyes carefully, the coffin was slightly tilted, and on the bottom of the headboard, there was a small water droplet slowly condensing and gradually getting bigger.

  Shi Pangzi hastily patted Zhang Wenbins thigh and said, "Zhang Ye, you just said that as long as the water bubble corpse doesnt come into contact with human breath, it wont cause any trouble, right?"

  Cha Wenbin thought for a moment and said: "It should be like this, I havent seen it before, its all heard from the master."

  "What counts as having picked up someones aura?"

  "Are coffins all sealed? Only when the air inside the coffin comes into contact with the air on a persons body is it considered to have been touched."

  "Another drop fell to the ground," said Fatso, struggling to retreat with his hands: "The water inside is starting to seep out, do you call that sealed?"

  "Ah? That should count then."

  "Hey, Old Zhang, whats going on? Are you counting it or not?"

  Zha Wenbin didnt know what he was going to do, and without thinking, he nodded and said, "Alright!"

  Fatsos body started shaking again, and then he suddenly shouted at us: "What are you still stunned for? Hurry up and run! The largest coffin is leaking!"

  As soon as the words fell, we looked again and found that under the big coffin there was a puddle of water stains, with an area of about one bowl. Miao Lao Die didnt dare to delay any longer, got up and carried Xiao Pang alone but couldnt move it, I and Cha Wenbin and Xiaobai helped, the four of us worked together to pull and drag, finally managed to get Xiao Pang onto the ground with great difficulty.

  Zha Wenbin turned around and looked at the collapsed floor, saying: "We cant stay here, Master Miao. Id like to ask you something, who is in charge of this place?"

  "This place is deserted and abandoned, hurry up and leave, if theres anything else, we can talk about it when we get back."

  "Alright, Ill light it on fire then. Once this thing is out, it will definitely harm people. Our village is the closest human settlement in the surrounding area. This thing is said to have a sense of smell even sharper than a dogs, and can detect blood from hundreds of miles away with the wind blowing towards it. If you dont object, Ill set fire to it."

  Shi Baozi still didnt forget to boast, lying on Miao Laos back and waving his fist, shouting: "Burn! Cha Ye, hurry up, you must let it know that we have brought the revolutionary flames to the Wild Man Village! Chairman Mao taught us to treat enemies like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, showing no mercy! Especially, let it know that next time when it sees Baozi again, its best to bring a coffin board and behave itself!"

  Lao Miao looked at the fat boys legs, which had already begun to turn black, and sighed: "Well, you can burn it, but I hope you wont destroy this forest too."

  "Its not that serious, this place is just a pit, and the surrounding area is all rocks, similar to a charcoal kiln. If I get burned, its over." After saying that, Cha Wenbin rolled up Shi Huanzis broken pants on the wood, lit it with a fire starter, and threw it down before we five turned around and ran away.

  Several people pulled the donkey cart and rushed along the road desperately. When we walked to the mountain ridge and looked back, the abandoned temple on the mountain was already a sea of flames, but none of us dared to stop our footsteps.

  Many years later, we will all remember that night, with a donkey cart carrying Shi Guang, I and Cha Wenbin pushing from behind, Miao Lao Die pulling in front, and Yuan Xiaobai lighting the way. I thought it was the most difficult road I had walked in my life, but in fact, our true journey of hardship had not yet begun, this was just a simple prelude.

  We rushed to the Wild Mans Village overnight, and by the time we arrived at the village, it was already the next afternoon. Shi Baozi had begun to develop a fever, and he talked nonsense all along the way. The wounds on his legs were oozing dark brown pus and emitting a foul odor that was hard to bear. As soon as Miao Lao Die arrived at the village, without even taking time to drink tea, he began mobilizing everyone to go find glutinous rice and herbs together...