It's a scam.
Several players were instantly horrified, which was even scarier than hearing a ghost coming.
For one thing, ghosts are generally incorporeal, and everyone cannot touch them. Some people even cannot see them without opening their yin and yang eyes. Secondly, corpses are inherently creepy, not to mention that zombies are like zombies, and they bite people, which is naturally scary.
Of course, the main reason is that everyone knows that there are ghosts here, and they will not feel strange when ghosts come. But everyone was not prepared for the fraudulent corpse. Hearing such a sentence suddenly, he almost had a heart attack.
Following Gu Mozhi's reminder, the commotion in the coffin became louder. From the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang sound, to the prickling pricking sound of grinding claws, people are frightened. In the end, it came down to the fact that the coffin board was creaked and moved, making a tooth-piercing sound.
Because the corpse was placed with its feet facing the door and its head facing the wall of the back door, so when he moved the coffin lid with his claws, it would naturally only move in the direction of the door. This made it easier for him to expose his upper body and sit up.
But the corpse is not as good as the sky. It never expected that just after moving a few times, it heard a bang and then a crackling, as if it knocked over a lot of things.
Zombie: "...?"
Player: "..."
What was knocked over were the portrait, the incense burner, and the incense that was placed next to it and hadn't had time to light it. The crackling sound just now was the sound of incense falling to the ground one by one.
This can't be blamed on anyone, after all, no one expected that the dead would come out like this. After all, ordinary zombies prefer to blow off the coffin lid directly with a "bang", which looks very powerful and prestigious. If I had known it liked to move around, I probably wouldn't have placed portraits here on a small table.
"Do you want to help it pick it up?" Jane, a very polite twelve-year-old girl, asked her teacher.
Gu Mozhi shook his head slightly: "Let's see."
"That's great."
While the master and apprentice were chatting, the zombie finally came to his senses and figured out what happened. It is obviously not a glorious deed worth talking about, so it is logical that it became angry from embarrassment.
In the next second, it slapped the coffin lid flying, and a lot of wood slag was scattered in the air. I don't know if it was made by sharpening the claws before, or if the coffin lid made a problem when it was flying, and it started to drop slag.
As the cover slammed hard on the ground in the distance, the zombie also grabbed the wooden walls on both sides and got up.
Gu Mozhi turned his head and was about to sigh with his little apprentice, "I wish I had done this earlier, it's a waste of time". Just in the middle of the conversation, suddenly I heard pop, bang, bang, bang, etc. sounded one after another.
He turned his head to look in surprise, and found that the coffins that had been placed on several benches had been completely smashed to the ground, and the previous benches had fallen and scattered. The coffins are naturally uneven on these ruins. Not only are they slanted, but they are also erected with one diagonally high and the other diagonally short. As long as the zombie inside moves, the whole coffin will shake back and forth like a seesaw.
A few suppressed thumps of laughter came from my ears, as if someone's blower had broken down.
"What's the matter?" Gu Mozhi raised his eyebrows and asked.
Jian Linglong covered her mouth, giggled several times, and then held back her laugh and said, "It seems that the movement it just thought of was a little too big, and it overturned the stool."
This can't be blamed on the zombies, it can only be said that the people in the town have no money and have nothing to do.
The custom here is to stop the coffin before burial, that is, to put the corpse here in the mourning hall on the first seven days. Because it is placed in a coffin, and it is believed that the coffin cannot fall to the ground before it is buried, someone drove the coffin up with the wooden benches that come standard with several Eight Immortals tables, and placed it half as high as a person, instead of placing it directly on the ground.
You may have seen benches, the kind with supports at both ends, narrow and long, easy to fall if you don’t sit firmly. The shelf used to support the coffin is naturally not very stable. The corpse moved a lot, and it was easy to cause the coffin and the stool below to shake together. The key is that the quality of the stools is not very good, and the solid wood coffins are heavy and heavy, so it is normal for them to collapse and be crushed.
It was the first time I saw Gu Mozhi, the head of such a ghost with no face, and there were two accidents in a row, and the good atmosphere was gone. The zombie was trembling with anger, and crawled out of the coffin tremblingly. Coupled with his old man's stooped and thin figure, he looked particularly like an old man who was still in poor health.
"Grandpa, please walk slowly." Jian Linglong looked sincere, "I'm afraid you will fall apart if you move too much."
Just listening to the first half of the sentence, Gu Mozhi also said that she was really worried about him. But the second half of the sentence was immediately exposed, dare this girl is deliberately angry with the BOSS. When someone persuades the elderly to walk slowly, they will say be careful of falling apart. Generally speaking, don't they say be careful of slipping and falling.
Sure enough, the BOSS became even more angry, shaking like Parkinson, and almost couldn't hold back his anger.
"Okay, don't be mad at it." Gu Mozhi shook her head, "Boss is not a monster in online games, as long as T holds it back, it won't attack others. You are pulling it to hate like this now, be careful He's staring at you."
At that time, even Gu Mozhi would not be sure to attract the attention of the boss back, after all, ghosts are generally more stubborn.
He told the others to stay away, and he went up to meet the enemy first. The strength of the dungeon boss was somewhat beyond his expectations. It seems that the gap between these bosses and mobs is not so big, no wonder it smells so delicious.
With the strength of Jian Linglong's newborn little devil, it is more than enough to fight mobs, but facing the boss is just delivering food. Not to mention the other players, Gu Mozhi could only go ahead and restrain the opponent first.
Although Gu Mozhi, who can't use magic, can deal with this boss, but it is not as smooth as before. It has to be stalemate for a while, and it takes a little effort to win it.
The easiest way is actually to take out the ghost beads. After taking them out, the boss will become a paper tiger and nothing to fear. However, the problem is that the location of the boss's ghost beads is not fixed, and it is not in the dantian, so it takes time to find it slowly.
So while Gu Mozhi was fighting, he took the time to reach out and scratch all parts of the boss. The palm continuously pierced through the boss's body, bringing out a lot of rancid minced meat and purple-black blood.
It is troublesome to have a physical body, and it is not convenient to pick up things. If it's a ghost body, if he misses the ghost bead when he digs like this, it will be like passing through a cloud of air, without any other effect, which is much better than the messy blood and flesh splashing now.
The players pinched their noses to disperse and avoid, but did not get together. Because Gu Mozhi can't completely contain the boss, they will always move when they fight. In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the aftermath of the fight and splashes, they dare not get any closer.
The flesh and blood seemed to be fine, but when it fell on the wood, it made a chi-chi sound and white smoke came out. This is able to corrode wood wow! The players immediately hid further away.
"Boss is too awesome!" The young man clicked his tongue while running, those flesh and blood can corrode wood, isn't it a matter of minutes to corrode hands? But Gu Mozhi looked completely unaffected, the blood dripped down quickly after touching his hands, as if it had been separated by something, and it didn't even flow down his arms.
Jian Linglong was not afraid of those flesh and blood. Although she didn't like the stench, she knew that these things had no effect on her. However, due to her obsession with cleanliness, she tried her best to avoid it, and she didn't want to leave those smells on her body at all.
Gu Mozhi hadn't found what he wanted after digging for a long time, but the living space of the players had shrunk dramatically. Because flesh and blood splattered everywhere, if you accidentally stepped on the blood, or rubbed against the blood-stained wall, you would be corroded.
The soles of the feet are fine. The soles of modern people are generally thicker, and they can last a few times. If they rub against walls or other things, it will be troublesome. It happened to be summer when the world was destroyed, and everyone was dressed coolly, and any casual touch would directly touch the skin, leaving a big scar.
The honest woman clutched her arm and gasped for a long while, obviously the pain was severe.
"It can't go on like this." Fenmao called everyone to gather in the corner, which is far away from the boss and the others, and this is the only "pure land" left.
If this goes on like this, before Gu Mozhi finishes fighting the boss, they will have to stop cooking. Boss has too many wounds on his body, and blood bleeds out when he moves, and the blood will fly around when he moves too hard. They are very worried that the blood will splash into the mouth, nose and eyes, and it will directly become handicapped at that time.
"How about we climb up?" The college girl pointed anxiously at the top of her head.
Now the BOSS only walks on the ground, so it is estimated that it cannot fly above. And it is impossible for blood to splash so high against gravity, so the beams are currently safe. But this is only temporary, and no one can tell later, if the beams of the house are not safe, it will be difficult to escape.
It's time to figure out how to save yourself.
Although Jian Linglong was not in a hurry, she still actively helped everyone find a way. She had an idea, and said, "Tobacco and wine!"
Isn't it said that ghosts don't reincarnate because they have obsessions and haven't completed it yet? Maybe the boss's obsession is to have another puff of cigarette, or another glass of wine. They can find a way to use these two things as sacrifices and offer them to the boss for a try.
"Where is the thing?" Everyone felt that what she said made sense, and hurriedly asked.
Jian Linglong evaded the flesh and blood on the ground two or three times, ran to the corner nimbly and pulled out the items they had prepared before. But now the question arises, how to offer sacrifices? She never did it!
"Sprinkle the wine directly on the ground! This is usually the way to sacrifice wine on TV!" The young man had an idea.
Jian Linglong said "Oh" twice, quickly picked up the jug, and sprinkled it in a half-arc like on TV. After sprinkling, there was still a little left, she thought about it, and then poured it in the mid-air obliquely above, she remembered that there was also this kind of sacrifice.
After sprinkling, all the wine liquid disappeared, and there was no wet mark on the ground, which seemed to be a success. The five people stared at the zombie with anticipation.
After about five seconds, suddenly a ball of liquid lived up to expectations and appeared in the hands of the zombie out of thin air, which was held subconsciously. The zombie froze for a moment, lowered his head cautiously, and took a sip of the ball of wine, with an intoxicated expression on his face.
Everyone relaxes, let's play!
However, before they could cheer for joy, another cloud of liquid suddenly appeared directly above the zombie, and then splashed down, pouring a chill on it.
Gu Mozhi, who was very close to it but had the foresight to retreat instantly, was naturally spared.
Everyone present: "..."