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"Master Wang is not afraid of danger and takes the lead. He is indeed an outstanding figure in Xuanmen."

Redcomb was the first to shout at the top of his lungs.

"you you you……"

Wang Changshan's hand that pointed at Hong Comb kept trembling.

"Uncle Master, were you bitten by a dog?"

Liu Yuqin came forward and pressed Wang Changshan's hand pointing at the red comb.

"Look at your clothes, they can't even cover your flesh." Liu Yuqin pulled off the rags from Wang Changshan's arms.

"I'm telling you, Uncle Master, you're not a good liar, why would Feizhi appear so easily?"

"Besides, Chen Guowen and his group have thousands of people who have lived in this pseudo-imperial palace for so many years. If there are really zombies, how can they not kill one of them."

"What about you?" Wang Changshan looked at the others, "Do you and your eldest niece have the same idea?"

No one said anything, but the expressions on their faces made it obvious.

Zombies have been extinct for a long time. Where did they suddenly appear?

On top of that, it's ridiculous how there can be anything alive around zombies.

"Junior brother, since you are back, then return to the team, and we will do the rest together..."

Father Liu was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Brother, why don't you believe me?"

"There really is a zombie. Look at the clothes on my body. They are all scratched by him..."

Father Liu looked at the torn strips of cloth and the white flesh without any trace of blood, and responded vaguely.

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you, I believe..."

Wang Changshan stomped his feet angrily, "It's true. Just now, those long black nails almost caught me. I don't know where the music suddenly appeared and saved me."

"Hahaha……"

Liu Yuqin couldn't help it anymore, "Uncle, let's make up a decent story, okay?"

"No, who's zombie doesn't suck blood? Who's zombie grabs clothes instead of flesh?"

"What I'm saying is that the next time you talk about panic, can you give panic a round of relief, even if it means giving yourself a knife? Hahaha..."

Wang Changshan looked at the same cloth strips hanging all over his body and felt a little discouraged.

At this moment, a familiar yet disgusting voice confirmed him, "There are indeed zombies."

"And it's still flying zombies."

If Wang Changshan was the only one who said there were zombies, Liu's father usually couldn't stand his behavior and would not believe it easily.

But Hong Comb also said that the weight is different.

"Zombies have eight levels: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, wandering zombie, lying corpse, and non-bone zombie."

"Flying zombies are often zombies that are more than a hundred years old. The next step is the wandering zombies, which are almost demonic. They can also be called - demons."

"If it's really flying zombies, then we may be in danger today."

Liu Yuqin's smile froze on her face, "No... you can't. If there are really zombies, why not attack Chen Guowen and the others?"

Father Liu frowned and looked heavy.

"It's hard to say. During the period before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xuanmen declined rapidly. Many books were lost in the market and have never been seen. Therefore, we know very little about Fei Zhan."

Father Liu said, and the group of people all looked solemn.

Even Team Zhang, who was watching the live broadcast room from above, had a heavy look on his face, and his cell phone kept ringing.

Only Hongshu was leaning against the wall on one side, with a smile on his lips.

In addition to the red comb, there are also water friends in the live broadcast room who may not be nervous!

"Living among the people? I suddenly remembered that I had met someone selling books on zombies on the street before. They said they were left by some avenue chief a hundred years ago. I thought they were liars and ignored them."

"Damn it, when I think about it, I've encountered this before. It's ten yuan a book, which is cheap, but I'm digging?﹏?"

"I suddenly remembered that my grandfather went out some time ago and spent 100 yuan to buy a strange and simple-looking book. I don't know if there is any introduction about zombies in it. All I know is that my mother was so angry that she almost I didn’t throw the book away, I’ll go get it and take a look.”

The person who sent this barrage was Ying Xixi.

"Grandpa~" Ying Xixi has finished eating now, and her father has also gone to work.

She slipped into grandpa's room and stuck her little head out.

After expressing his intention, Mr. Ying was so excited that he stood up suddenly.

"I'll get it for you, I'll get it for you, I'll just say it's a good thing. If your grandma says it's useless, she's just an old fool."

Ying Xixi took the book. The book cover was a weird zombie cover. It looked like it was produced in recent years, but the paper inside looked very dated.

I guess the book seller put a nice book cover on it to make it easier to sell.

"My Xixi is still discerning."

Ying Xixi got the book and returned to her room with Mr. Ying's proud look on her face. She flipped through it and found a few pages introducing zombies.

After taking a look, Ying Xixi found that many of them were the same as Liu's father said, so she hurriedly sent a private message to Redcomb Backstage.

Stone sinks into the sea.

She had no choice but to post it to the live broadcast room and give a large reward in the hope that someone would take it seriously.

When Liu Yuqin raised her head, she happened to see the bright red barrage, "Senior Sister, someone said that she has a zombie introduction in her hand."

"Senior Sister? What is this title?"

Liu Yuqin's expression was innocent: "Master plus sister, senior sister."

Redcomb: "..."

This person had an interesting temperament, so Hongshu didn't care much about her. He took his cell phone and responded to Ying Xixi backstage.

Ying Xixi suppressed the excitement in her heart and replied: [Sushus, don't worry, I'm on summer vacation now and I don't have anything to do. I can take pictures of these zombie-related pages in the book for you right now. 】

Redcomb: [Thank you! 】

Zombies are independent of the Five Elements and are not easy to control.

At least the ghost can be restrained by the underworld, this zombie...

Ying Xixi took a photo and sent it over.

Over time, some of the writing in the book has become blurry.

Not only that, maybe because of the age of this book, the words on it are all in traditional Chinese.

When Ying Xixi searched for zombie-related content on it, she also used some words that didn't change much.

Hongshu glanced at what Ying Xixi sent and handed it to Father Liu.

"Look, the contents here are probably books handed down from your ancestors."

Father Liu looked closely at the words on it, holding a magnifying glass in his hand. The words were written from right to left, not rubbings, but handwriting.

There were some places that were really unclear and even a magnifying glass could not help. Father Liu could only guess.

As for traditional Chinese characters, Xuanmen people pay attention to inheritance, and the learning of traditional Chinese characters is a necessary accomplishment.

"This...this..." Father Liu's breathing became rapid with excitement.

"This is indeed our Taoist book."

"Look, there is a mark on this place. This is the mark that belongs exclusively to my Xuanmen."

"In this case, the content above is credible?"

Father Liu nodded and read the above content, "Flying corpses evolved from jumping corpses to absorb the moonlight. Flying corpses are often zombies that are more than a hundred years old or even hundreds of years old. They move quickly, leaping from houses to trees, leaping like flying, and sucking food." Essence without leaving any trauma.”

"That's all it has to do with Feizheng."

When the mobile phone flew into the sky again, everyone turned their attention to Wang Changshan.

Absorbing essence without leaving any trauma?

Isn’t this talking about Wang Changshan~

Wang Changshan wanted to cry.

"Ho ho ho ho..." At this moment, a strange and familiar voice came.

Wang Changshan wanted to run away, but the next second he heard a familiar whistle.

This whistle was different from the one just now. It was not that far away, but rather... right next to me.

Looking at the sound, Wang Changshan's soul almost disappeared.

It turned out to be... Red Comb! ! !