[The progress of the plot has been updated, please invite several actors to meet at the strengths of NPC Xuan Cheng Dao. ]
At the bottom of the slope, Yan Jing heard the voice prompt and suddenly said: "So the old Taoist is an NPC."
When he read the introduction, he still wondered if one actor played the old Taoist priest, and the other eight played the beginning disciples. Now, looking at it, it was actually an NPC old Taoist priest who led nine junior disciples.
Not far away, Yue Xiuming looked at Yan Jing with disgust, and poked Lu Wen next to him: "When will the blind be able to show their flaws without concealing their blessings? The app is too playful, is it a cannon fodder for a scumbag?"
The man beside him was tall and slender, holding a mahogany sword about one meter long.
Lu Wen tilted his head, ruthlessly knocked off Yue Xiuming's hand, and said coldly, "It doesn't matter if you are blind or not? Also, I'm not familiar with you."
Yue Xiuming was suddenly choked with embarrassment and resentment written on his face. His last zombie movie happened to be with Lu Wen, but he never talked to Lu Wen. He thought he was calm and talkative, but he didn't expect to be so withdrawn and sharp.
Yue Xiuming looked at the other half of Lu Wen's face that suddenly appeared, and felt a chill in his heart, and involuntarily took a step back.
The clear moonlight illuminated the other half of Lu Wen's face, which was covered with blue-blue fish scales. From the bottom of his eyes to the corner of his mouth, when Lu Wen made an expression, those fish scales moved slightly, terrifyingly monstrous.
Lu Wen sneered when he saw Yue Xiuming's subconscious action.
[Ah, it's disgusting, although Lu Wenqiang, please don't make a close-up of his face, I'll just watch him fight! ]
[How can someone grow up like this? ]
[You are too much! I, Lu Wen, was influenced by my bloodline. He made his wish publicly. He came to awaken the bloodline. After the bloodline awakened, the scales on his face disappeared.]
[But why did he treat me with this attitude of Xiuming? ? ]
[Maybe Lu Wen is used to being pointed at himself, so he hates this kind of person so much... ? ]
[The thief who walked down the hill is handsome, but he's not a cannon fodder, right? ]
[My Zhou Tong still has no sense of existence, sad]
[Hey, is it not well known that Zhou Tong has few fans?]
[You say who is the first in this film? I bet on Lu Wen]
[Zhou Tong, although he is annoying, he still has a few brushes. After all, Lu Wen is only in the third film. Apart from the cannon fodder, Lu Wen has shot the least... ]
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Xie Chi was far away from the bottom of the hillside, and after the other eight successfully converged, they all looked up at him.
Yue Xiuming waited impatiently: "Who is this? Another cannon fodder? You are so weak to use the top ball in a zombie movie?"
Zombie films generally have much higher requirements for actors' strength than other films.
Zhou Tong took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "he's my actor, and I brought it in for him."
Yue Xiuming was a little surprised, and his face became a little better: "You have brought the newcomer yourself? You are very optimistic about him? If he is covered by you, then there must be no problem."
Zhou Tong smiled meaningfully, and did not explain his real purpose for doing so.
Yan Jing sensed Xie Chi approaching, and went over to greet him with great excitement: "Brother, what fate do we have!"
It's really fate, and there are so many horror movies under the app, but he can share horror movies with Xie Chi twice, or twice in a row.
Xie Chi walked down with him and asked in a deep voice, "Mirror, why did you come to this film?"
Yan Jing scratched his head: "Did I tell you that my grandfather is a Taoist priest? I'm not very proficient in ghosts and spirits, but like catching Zombie Thief Six?"
Xie Chi: "No."
Yan Jing said embarrassedly: "I'm following my grandfather, I know a little bit, this film is open to me, just because my agent thinks I'm useless, just put it here for me..."
Xie Chi: "The Taoist family?"
"No, no! I am..." Yan Jing paused, obviously a little embarrassed, but thinking about Xie Chi, he felt that there was nothing to hide, "I am an abandoned baby, and there are customs in our hometown, just born Children have to be thrown into the deep mountains and old forests for one night. They are not bitten to death by poisonous insects, freeze to death or starve to death. They are good to support themselves, and they are not eaten by wild animals, but they have a good life. Our material conditions are too poor. The way to do it can only be chosen by God. I was not healthy, so I was thrown away. Then my grandfather just happened to wander here and picked me up. According to him, when he picked me up, I was left with a breath. It took a hundred families of milk to save him."
Xie Chi didn't expect that there was still such a paragraph behind Yan Jing, who was happy all day.
Yan Jing seemed to be afraid of Xie Chi's misunderstanding, and hurriedly said: "I'm not miserable, really! My grandfather hurts me..."
Xie Chi asked warmly, "What about your eyes?"
Xie Chi still remembered that Yan Jing voluntarily traded the eyes of yin and yang at the price of being invisible.
Yan Jing was silent for a rare moment before he smiled miserably: "My grandfather is old and his health is not as good as before. Once he was commissioned to go out to hunt zombies and was blinded by zombies..."
Xie Chi nodded, and he fully understood that Yan Jing wanted to be his grandfather's eyes and see zombies and ghosts for his grandfather.
Xie Chi patted Yan Jing's shoulder to reassure him, and his hand stopped abruptly: "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Yan Jing was confused.
Xie Chi's eyes tightened: "Do you have zombies in your world?"
Yan Jing didn't think about it: "Yes, there are so many, and so on—what is 'your world'? Aren't we the same world?"
Xie Chi was silent for a few seconds, obviously realizing something, and said word by word: "There are no zombies in the world I live in."
Yan Jing's expression went blank in an instant. After a long time, he swallowed: "Brother, you... you don't joke."
Xie Chi was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a man with fish scales on his face coming from behind Yan Jing.
"Xie Chi?" Lu Wen asked uncertainly.
Xie Chi was stunned and smiled gently: "It's me, hello."
Lu Wen glanced at the pair of white and clean hands stretched out towards him, his eyes paused, and his mood was uneasy.
Even though the man in front of him was wearing the unruly Taoist robe, his temperament was indescribably elegant and kind, and his eyes were clear and peaceful.
It's been too long since he was treated equally with this open attitude, Lu Wen stretched out his hand in embarrassment and shook hands with him.
Xie Chi was a little surprised that Lu Wen knew him. Lu Wen said bluntly, "I saw your exhibition before I tied the app. We belong to the same world, not you and him."
Lu Wen obviously heard the previous conversation between Xie Chi and Yan Jing, and kindly answered them.
Xie Chi was startled, so there really is a different world
Xie Chi glanced at Lu Wen's scaly face, Lu Wen was obviously very human, so what else did he not know about the world he was in
Yan Jing was amazed: "Brother, are you a painter? Are you famous? Didn't you tell me before that you are a soul painter...?"
Yan Jing felt deeply deceived.
Just as Xie Chi was about to perfunctory, Lu Wen said, "He is the most famous horror painter in our world."
Yan Jing, who finally knew Xie Chi's real occupation, was in a big ditch. He kept guessing that Xie Chi was either a profiteer or a criminal, but he turned out to be the most unworldly art artist.
Lu Wen held the sword: "It should be your first time in a zombie movie, you can follow me and I will show you."
There was no superfluous expression on his face, the whole person stood there, tall and silent, very reliable.
Xie Chi was stunned for a moment, and laughed dumbly. Does he look too weak and was actively covered
[This is the first time I see Lu Wen say so much]
[This person is a painter... looks useless]
[As soon as they came in, there was Lu Wenjiao, and they both had great luck]
Yan Jing subconsciously wanted to beat Lu Wenpapa Xie Chi's glorious record, Xie Chi said, "Thank you."
Lu Wen had good intentions, so he didn't need to refuse, just reciprocate.
Yue Xiuming saw that Lu Wen, who was choking him just now, had a good conversation with the two cannon fodders.
Zhou Tong said: "Everything is ready, let's go to the NPC."
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and a group of nine walked down according to the app's instructions.
At this time, in front of the pit at the bottom of the hill stood an old Taoist in yellow robes, which should be the Taoist priest Xuancheng who was just explained by the app.
Xuan Chengdao has long gray hair, and is about fifty or sixty years old. His face is skinny and a bit rigid.
Gossip finds his way, and now the needle on the gossip doesn't move, which means that the coffin mentioned by the employer is under his feet.
Daoist Xuancheng instructed the nine people: "Everyone is here, dig here, be careful not to break the coffin."
The tools were prepared early in the morning, and the nine people resigned and began to work hard. An hour later, a golden coffin was unearthed.
The coffin was about two meters long and one meter high. The whole body was golden and looked very thick. The color of its four corners was slightly different from the body of the coffin.
When Daoist Xuancheng saw the appearance of the coffin, his face was a little ugly for a moment.
"Golden coffin with copper horns." Xie Chi said solemnly.
Lu Wen glanced at him unexpectedly.
When Yan Jing heard the familiar four words, he subconsciously pulled Xie Chi back and said, "Brother, most of the coffins are... zombies."
Generally speaking, when the corpse shows signs of corpse transformation during the burial, the coffin made of ordinary wood will be replaced, and the copper-horned golden coffin will be used to restrain the corpse and prevent the corpse from continuing to change.
Zhou Tong obviously knew what was going on, so he stepped forward to talk to Taoist Master Xuancheng: "Master, what should I do now?"
Daoist Xuancheng's face was solemn, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Open the coffin."
For their safety in transit, he had to check what was going on inside the coffin. According to the employer, this coffin was buried more than 20 years ago, and for more than 20 years, it is unknown how the body has changed.
The four of them were responsible for prying off the coffin nails. Lu Wen kicked the coffin board with one foot. Daoist Xuancheng glanced into the coffin, his face turned pale, and he shouted, "No! I'm getting fat! It's still father and son in the same coffin!"
When Yan Jing heard "Father and son in the same coffin", his expression was surprisingly consistent with that of Xuan Cheng.
To be blessed refers to the appearance of tinfoil-like folds on the face of a corpse, which can be either a precursor to corpse transformation or the main facial feature of a corpse.
Xie Chi got close, and was the first to glimpse the situation inside the coffin.
More than 20 years have passed, but the bones in the coffin have not rotted. In the coffin is a man, with gray and hard skin, disheveled hair, densely wrinkled face, high cheekbones, and sunken cheeks, which cannot be seen at all. He folded his hands on his stomach, and his long blue-blue nails exuded an eerie luster.
Long nails are also the main feature of zombies.
Taoist Xuancheng approached and opened the mouth of the male corpse, where four sharp fangs had already grown.
Completely zombies.
There was a small corpse lying next to the male zombie. It didn't rot like a normal corpse, but it didn't change, as if it had just been buried in the ground.
Xie Chi walked to Yan Jing's side, supported Yi with one hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What will happen to the corpse that happens when father and son are in the same coffin?"
Yan Jing twitched her lips: "Evil adds to evil, and the mana is boundless."