Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Not to miss the auspicious time, Zheng Zibu urged Zhang Qiyuan to open the coffin. Zhang Qiyuan just took a rough look at the bronze coffin. The pattern was a dragon pattern. If you look closely, it is a Kuilong pattern. Overall, it is from the late Shang Dynasty.

"Bubu, have you figured out anything?" Zhang Qiyuan used his Fa Qiu finger to feel around and confirmed that there was no crack in the coffin. The feeling was prickly, but Zhang Qiyuan didn't want to give up. He had finally come across a coffin from the Shang Dynasty. If he didn't open it himself, he would feel that everything he learned in the Zhang family was in vain.

Zheng Zibu was not a professional underground worker, so he was naturally confused, but he was an orthodox Taoist priest. He frowned and said, "The Yang energy is strong, but there is still a chill. Brother Zhang, are you sure you want to open the coffin?"

Zhang Qiyuan nodded: "It's best to dig it out and solve it on the spot."

After careful consideration, Zheng Zibu had to admit that Zhang Qiyuan was right. If this thing was really pulled out, who knows how many people would die.

The dice of fate was on the bronze coffin. It was also the first time for him to open the bronze coffin. He had to suppress it first to prevent the old zombie inside from preventing him from performing his special skills.

Zhang Qiyuan fumbled around for a while. His ugly, hairy fingers had dismantled the walls and roof of the tomb, but he had never opened the bronze coffin.

Fa Qiu's fingers made two holes in the bronze coffin lid. Zhang Qiyuan felt a cramp in his fingers, so he pulled back his hand and shook it, then continued to chisel, and forcibly made a fist-sized hole in it.

Zheng Zibu stared at Zhang Qiyuan's hand: "You are actually the General of the Fa Qiu Sect, but... can the Fa Qiu Finger dig such a big hole?" And it's made of bronze! !

Zhang Qiyuan felt a little pain in his fingers, but he endured it and kept his character: "It's just the basic function of the Hair Hill Finger."

Zheng Zibu instantly admired Zhang Qiyuan, this Fa Qiu Finger was really powerful.

Zheng Zibu checked and found that the coffin was completely lightproof. It was very strange that no light could be seen through such a big hole.

"I'll throw a talisman in and try."

The talisman ignites spontaneously without fire, and when it burns, the flames are very high.

Zhang Qiyuan picked up the dice of fate, the suppressing effect disappeared, the bronze coffin vibrated, and a roar came from the fist-sized hole.

Zhang Qiyuan found that he could actually understand it. It was corpse language, one of the compulsory courses in the Zhang family.

So Zheng Zibu just watched Zhang Qiyuan say strange things and started chatting with the guy in the coffin.

Zongzi: Who disturbs my sleep?

Zhang Qiyuan silently made a hole in the other person's head. He was indeed the one at fault, but is Zhang Qiyuan someone who would admit his mistake?

Zhang Qiyuan turned the tables: "Do you know why I came to you? You settled down in someone else's basement, destroying their feng shui."

Zongzi: What a joke! When I lived here, this was still a forest!

Zhang Qiyuan sneered: Then come out and I will tell you in person.

Zongzi: ...You are sick.

Zhang Qiyuan: I give you two choices, either die from being struck by lightning, or come home with me and be a good mascot.

The Zhang family is rebuilding, and the little Zhangs probably lack teaching materials. This zongzi is pretty good. He speaks corpse language so well that he can take on multiple roles.

Zongzi...you are really sick!

Zhang Qiyuan summoned thunderclouds without saying a word, and crackling lightning struck the coffin through the big hole. Zongzi was so angry that he jumped up and down, and then clamored to fight Zhang Qiyuan in a duel.

Zongzi didn't want to fight with this guy. The thing that was pressing on his head just now gave him a headache, and lightning strikes were the natural nemesis of Zongzi!

Moreover, as soon as this scary guy came, he hid himself, but he was discovered even in such a secluded place.

Even though it was a zongzi, I felt like the sky was falling for a moment!!

Zongzi begged for mercy: I don’t have any valuable burial objects here! I only have these few ornaments! All are for you! Please let me go!

Then, all kinds of jade hooks, jade pendants and other miscellaneous items were thrown out from the big hole.

Zheng Zibu was dumbfounded. Is this how all tomb robbers rob tombs? Asking the owner to hand over the funerary objects himself?

Zhang Qiyuan wanted to take this rice dumpling back home, and he believed that Master Zhang and the little Zhangs of the Zhang family would like this gift.

Zhang Qiyuan took out a Qingming Pill and tempted him: If you come back with me, I will give you this to eat.

Zongzi smelled the fragrance: ...Just one?

Zhang Qiyuan: I have a lot of elixirs at home.

Zongzi: But I can’t go out.

Zhang Qiyuan: I'm going to pry open this bronze coffin, just stop struggling.

As he spoke, Zhang Qiyuan took a deep breath. In this world, he had never used so much strength before. He held both sides of the cave entrance with his hands and shouted loudly. Zheng Zibu heard a bang and the huge bronze coffin broke into two halves.

A blood-red corpse jumped out, shocking Zheng Zibu so much that he threw away a thick stack of talismans.

"Brother Zhang, why did you let it out?"

Zhang Qiyuan held an umbrella for Zongzi. Where did the umbrella come from? He took it out from the system space and stored it before. This Zongzi was the smartest one he had ever seen. He had to protect it well and let those little leaders see it.

"I have a connection with this... Zongzi." Zhang Qiyuan reached out and threw the Qingming Pill to Zongzi, who ate the pill eagerly. "Also make three rules with it, it won't hurt anyone."

Zheng Zibu was a little dazed: "Fate? Brother Zhang, is this your ancestor?"

ancestors?

The ancestors of the Zhang family are all sleeping soundly in the ancient building.

"How could my ancestors be buried in such a shabby place?" Zhang Qiyuan told the truth. "Bubu, you know I come from a family of tomb robbers. Our family is short of this kind of teaching material. I am going home this time just to give the little ones at home a surprise."

Textbooks?

Are tomb robbers so awesome?

Zheng Zibu thought of the corpse-driving clan in western Hunan, but the corpses they controlled were not intelligent. Looking at the way this bloody corpse ate food skillfully, it was obviously an old zombie that was who knows how many years old!

"Brother Zhang, how did you bring it back?" Zheng Zibu wondered. "I know the corpse-carriers in western Hunan stay at the charity cemetery during the day and travel at night."

Zhang Qiyuan tilted his head and looked at the well-behaved blood corpse: "I don't want to travel at night."

Zheng Zibu suggested: "Why don't we find a coffin, let it lie in it, and find a car to pull it, which will be faster."

Mr. Liu, who had been silent the whole time, said, "I have coffins in my coffin shop, you can pick any." As long as you can take this zombie away! Any nanmu coffin from his shop will do!