I looked down reflexively, and saw a light blue fist-sized ice cube slowly moving away from me.
Uncle, there is indeed ice.
I'm more curious about what's ahead, although I don't think ice has any necessary connection to zombies. But the appearance of ice made me faintly feel that even if there are no zombies ahead, there must be other things. As for what it is, I don't know.
I accelerated and continued to move forward, but I didn't become a ghost. The ghost body may be faster, but I don't know why, I always feel that I should not become a ghost body, maybe this is due to a man's self-consciousness.
The stream water gradually became shallower, and the surrounding walls began to be covered with thin ice, and the ice cubes in the stream gradually increased, most of which were the same as the ice cubes just now, presenting a strange light blue color.
The stream began to change, because I had been walking in the middle, and I could clearly feel that the stream began to flow to both sides, and a trail that slowly rose in the middle, with a length of two meters, appeared.
And after leaving the water, the path is still slowly rising, and the feet are getting drier.
After walking for about 10 minutes, the stream was no longer visible, and the trail came to an end.
In front of the path is a circular platform, which is so large that it occupies the entire space. It is from the hole under the platform that the stream water flows out.
Of course, I'm not lamenting the magic of nature, because the platform is artificial, and I don't think it will naturally form neatly cut stone slabs.
I slowed down and walked onto the platform slowly. The moment I stepped onto the platform, I felt a very cold chill. Because the trail is shorter, I didn't pay attention to it just now.
Only now can I see clearly that the ground is covered with thick light blue ice, and the ice is tilted towards me, as if there is a water outlet in front of me.
But I can see that there is no water outlet in front of it, only an upright wooden coffin. A trace of light blue gas is seeping out from the wooden coffin.
Unexpectedly, ice and zombies are actually related.
Without hesitation, I stepped on the solid ice and walked towards the wooden coffin. There is nothing unusual about the solid ice under the feet, it is very hard to step on, and it is not as slippery as other ice. It's as if it's just a light blue ground.
Soon, I walked to the wooden coffin. After thinking about it, I didn't go directly to open the wooden coffin, but found a sundry on my body and threw it over. The debris hit the wooden coffin with a crisp sound and fell to the ground.
The zombie in front of me is probably still sleeping, and didn't show up because of such a small movement.
I was cautiously on guard, stepped forward a few steps, and was about to open the coffin lid, but before I got there, the solid ice covering the coffin lid cracked and cracked, and then the coffin lid turned aside as if opening a door .
What appeared in front of my eyes was a standard zombie wearing Qing Dynasty official uniform. The official uniform is very tattered, and there is a piece of yellow paper on the forehead of the zombie. This is exactly the zombie in the photo.
It's just that before I could say a few words on the scene, the zombie spoke first. The voice was ugly, but I could still understand what he meant.
"You're back?"
I came back, I was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the zombie must have recognized the wrong person, and was about to speak, when the zombie's nose moved and its eyes suddenly opened.
The green eyes were full of doubts in the cold: "Who are you? You are also someone she found. Tell her, what I promised, I will definitely do it."
After speaking, the zombie closed his eyes again with a hint of pride. And at this time, I haven't even said a word.
I thought only humans would be self-righteous, but zombies would too.
"I don't know who you are talking about. I came to you myself."
"Why do you have to pretend so hard? She just suspects that I will go out without permission. She also underestimates me."
I didn't expect this zombie to be quite stubborn. It sounds like the zombie promised someone that he wouldn't leave here. But what does that have to do with me
I punched the zombie directly, and the ghost cone on the fist began to emit black light. When I hit it, the zombie didn't respond at all, but when the ghost cone emitted light, the zombie's eyes opened again.
After a strange roar, the zombie jumped up without seeing how the zombie bent its legs. With this jump, the zombie jumped directly over my head. I hit the bottom of the wooden coffin with my fist. Punch a big hole directly into the wooden coffin.
Withdrawing my hand, I turned around and looked at the zombie. I didn't expect to be so flexible even when I was frozen.
The zombie glanced at the wooden coffin with heartache, and said angrily, "Who are you, you are not hers."
"I'm not his person, I'm just..."
Having said that, I stopped. I really don't know what I am here for. It seems that this is the first time for me to directly encounter the ghost in the photo. Should he be killed, or should he be killed.
Seeing that I didn't finish speaking, the zombie asked, "Just what?"
The zombie's question made me make up my mind, and I said indifferently, "I just want to see if killing you can change the world."
What I said was obviously not thought of by the zombies. There was still no expression on Tieqing's face, but his eyes froze for a moment.
I didn't stop, and punched me again. The zombie dodged again, but because of his daze, my fist rubbed his arm. The rubbed local official uniforms turned into flying fragments. The official uniform, which was already tattered, looked even more tattered.
"What the hell are you going to do?"
The zombie's tone was full of anger, but I was a little bored. Could it be that zombies are so talkative.
It was my fist that answered him.
The zombie was really angry, his hands were raised horizontally, his blue and black nails grew wildly, it looked as if his fingers had doubled in length.
The zombies I did not encounter did not attack immediately, but vigilantly observed the attacking methods of the zombies.
What I didn't expect was that the zombie didn't attack immediately, but said angrily: "What are you going to do? If it's a misunderstanding, we can sit down and explain it clearly."
I was almost overwhelmed by the words of the zombies. Shouldn't zombies be the type who don't talk too much? Could it be that what I met was a fake zombie. Besides, you can sit down and lie to ghosts.
I didn't answer, and punched me again. This time, the zombie didn't dodge, but swung its arms to block my fist. Seeing that the zombie was still trying to speak, I didn't stop at all, and greeted it with a burst of fists.
The zombie did not attack, but kept blocking, and finally there was a trace of omission. Although it retreated quickly, it was still punched on the nail by me.
As the zombie's weapon, the fingernails should be extremely hard, but when hit by the awl, they broke off immediately, fell on the solid ice, turned into black gas and disappeared repeatedly.
There was another strange roar, and the zombie finally rushed towards me.