[The progress of the plot has been updated. Ask several actors to join in the strengths of NPC Xuan Chengdao. ]

At the bottom of the slope, Yan Jing heard this voice prompt and suddenly said: "So the old Taoist priest is an NPC."

When he read the introduction before, he was still wondering if an actor played the role of a veteran Taoist priest and the other eight played the novice disciples. From now on, it is actually an NPC veteran Taoist with nine novice disciples.

Not far away, Yue Xiuming looked at Yan Jing with a slight disgust, and poked Lu Wen on his side: "When will the blind come here? The app is too trivial, isn't it a cannon fodder for the gray name?"

The man next to him is tall and tall, holding a mahogany sword about one meter long, half of his face is sharp and angular, his sword eyebrows are straight, and his features are cold.

Lu Wen tilted his head, and ruthlessly knocked out Yue Xiuming's hand, and said coldly, "Is someone blind? Also, I'm not familiar with you."

Yue Xiuming was suddenly choked, embarrassed and embarrassed on his face. He happened to be with Lu Wen in the last zombie movie, but he never talked to Lu Wen. He thought he was calm and talkative, but he didn't expect to be so solitary and sharp.

The more Xiuming looked at the other half of Lu Wen's suddenly exposed face, he felt a chill in his heart and stepped back involuntarily.

The clear moonlight shined on the other half of Lu Wen's face, densely covered with blue fish scales. As soon as Lu Wen made an expression from under his eyes to the corner of his mouth, those fish scales moved slightly, terrifying and strange.

Lu Wen sneered when he saw Yue Xiuming's subconscious movements.

[Ahhhhhhh, it's disgusting, although Lu Wenqiang, please don't close up your face, I just watch him fight! ]

[How can someone grow up like this? ]

[You are too much! I, Lu Wen, was influenced by blood. He had made his wish publicly. He came to awaken the blood, and the scales on his face disappeared after the blood was awakened]

[But why does he treat me with this attitude? ? ]

[Maybe Lu Wen is used to being pointed, so he hates this kind of people...? ]

[The handsome thief who walked down the hillside, but his face is not a cannon fodder, right? ]

[My Zhou Tong still has no sense of existence, sad]

[Hey Zhou Tong's poor fan is not everyone knows it]

[Who do you think 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 the third film. Apart from the cannon fodder, it is estimated that Lu Wen made the least shots...]

...

Xie Chi was far from the bottom of the hillside, and after the other eight people merged smoothly, they all looked up at him.

The more Xiuming waited impatiently: "Who is this? It's the cannon fodder of the gray name? So weak to use the zombie film for a ball?"

Zombie movies generally have higher requirements for actors' force than other movies.

Last week, Tong took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "He is an actor under me, I brought him in."

Yue Xiuming was a little surprised, his face looked a little better: "Are you still taking the new person yourself? I am very optimistic about him? If he has you covered, then it must be fine."

Zhou Tong smiled meaningfully, and did not explain his true purpose for doing this.

Yan Jing sensed Xie Chi's approach, and went over to greet him with great excitement: "Brother, what is our fate!"

It's true fate is against the sky. There are so many horror films under the app, but he can share horror films 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 here?"

Yan Jing scratched his head: "Have I told you that my grandfather is a Taoist priest? I'm not very proficient in ghosts and spirits, but catch zombie thieves six?"

Xie Chi: "No."

Yan Jing said embarrassedly: "I'll follow my grandfather. If I understand a little bit, this film is open to me. It just so happened that my agent felt that I was useless, so he just stuffed me here..."

Xie Chi: "Taoist family?"

"No, no! I am..." Yan Jing paused, obviously a little embarrassed, but thinking about Xie Chi, she felt that there was nothing to hide, "I am an abandoned baby. There are customs in our hometown, just born. The child of's must be thrown into the deep mountain and old forest for one night. They are not bitten by poisonous insects, frozen to death, or starved to death, so they are easy to feed. They are not eaten by beasts, but their lives are good. Our material conditions are too poor. There’s no other way but to choose from heaven. My body is not good enough and I was thrown away. Then my grandfather happened to be wandering here and picked me up. According to him, when he picked me up, I was left with a breath, he It took a hundred milks to save it."

Xie Chi didn't expect that there was such a section behind Yan Jing who was so happy all day long.

Yan Jing seemed to be afraid of Xie Chi's misunderstanding, and hurriedly said, "I'm not miserable, really! My grandfather loves me..."

Xie Chi asked warmly: "Then your eyes?"

Xie Chi still remembered that Yan Jing voluntarily exchanged the price of invisible people for yin and yang eyes.

Yan Jing was silent for a while, and then smiled miserably: "My grandpa is getting older and his body is not as good as before. Once when he was commissioned to catch zombies, he was blinded by the zombie..."

Xie Chi nodded, fully understood, Yan Jing wanted to be his grandfather's eyes, to see the zombie ghosts for his grandfather.

Xie Chi patted Yan Jing's shoulder to soothe, his hand suddenly stopped: "Wait."

"What's the matter?" Yan Jing was confused.

Xie Chi's eyes tightened: "There are zombies in your world?"

Yan Jing didn't hesitate to think about it: "Yeah, so many, wait-what is "your world"? Are we two in the same world?"

Xie Chi was silent for a few seconds, apparently aware of something, and said word by word: "There are no zombies in my world."

Yan Jing's expression went blank for a moment. After a long time, he swallowed: "Brother, you...Don't be kidding."

Xie Chi was about to say that he caught a glimpse of a man with half of his face and fish scales coming from behind Yan Jing.

"Xie Chi?" Lu Wen said uncertainly.

Xie Chi was startled, and smiled gently: "It's me, hello."

Lu Wen caught a glimpse of the white and clean hands stretched out towards him, his eyes paused, and his heart was uneasy.

Even if the man in front of him wore a robe that was unruly, his temperament was indescribably elegant and kind, and his eyes were clear and peaceful.

It's been a long time since people were treated equally with this open posture, Lu Wen stretched out his hand in embarrassment and shook his hand.

Xie Chi was a little surprised that Lu Wen knew him. Lu Wen said bluntly: "I saw your painting exhibition before binding the app. We belong to the same world, and you and him are not."

Lu Wen apparently heard the conversation between Xie Chi and Yan Jing, and kindly answered them.

Xie Chi was startled, so there really are different worlds?

Xie Chi glanced at Lu Wen's densely scaly face. Lu Wen was obviously very human, so what else did he not know about the world he was in?

Yan Jing was shocked: "Brother, you are a painter? Are you famous? Didn't you tell me that you are a soul painter...?"

Yan Jing felt a deep deception.

Just as Xie Chi was about to perfuse, Lu Wen said, "He is the most famous horror painter in our world."

Yan Jing, who finally knew Xie Chi's real career, was lying in a big groove. He always guessed that Xie Chi was either a profiteer or a criminal, and turned out to be the most indifferent art artist.

Lu Wen held the sword: "It should be your first time in a zombie movie. You can follow me and I will take you."

There is no superfluous expression on his face. He stands there, tall and silent, very reliable.

Xie Chi was stunned for a moment, and laughed blankly. He looked too weak and was actively covered?

[The first time I saw Lu Wen speak so much]

[This man is a painter...it's useless]

[There was Lu Wenguo as soon as I came in, and they also had great luck]

Yan Jing was about to subconsciously and Lu Wenba Xie Chi's brilliant record, Xie Chi already said, "Thank you."

Lu Wen was well-intentioned, so he didn't need to refuse, he just reciprocated.

Yue Xiuming saw that Lu Wen, who had just choked himself, had a good conversation with the two cannon fodder, sneered, and secretly scolded him for being ignorant, and walked to Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong said: "It's all here, go to the NPC."

The moon and the black wind were high, and a group of nine people walked down according to the instructions of the app.

At this moment, in front of the dirt pit under the hillside, there is an old Huangpao Dao, who should be the Taoist Xuancheng that the app just explained.

Xuan Cheng Dao's long gray hair, about fifty or sixty years old, his face is heavy and rigid, he is holding a gossip, arching his waist and swinging back and forth, finally stopping in a place.

Gossip to find the way, now the needle on the gossip does not move, indicating that the coffin mentioned by the employer is under his feet.

Dao Xuancheng ordered the nine people: "All are here, dig in here, be careful not to break the coffin."

The tools were prepared early in the morning, and the nine people resigned to their fate and began to work hard. An hour later, a golden coffin was unearthed.

The coffin is about two meters long and one meter high. The whole body is golden and looks very heavy. The color of its four corners is slightly different from that of the coffin body.

Dao Xuancheng's expression was a bit ugly when he saw the coffin.

"Copper Horn Golden Coffin." Xie Chi said solemnly.

Lu Wen glanced at him unexpectedly.

Yan Jing heard these familiar words and subconsciously pulled Xie Chi back and back: "Brother, most of the coffins are...zombies."

Generally speaking, when the body is burial, there are signs of corpse transformation, and then the coffin made of ordinary wood will be replaced, and the corpse will be held in a copper-horned golden coffin to prevent the corpse from continuing to change.

Zhou Tong obviously knew what was going on, so he approached Daoist Xuancheng, "Master, what should I do now?"

Dao Xuancheng's face was solemn, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Open the coffin."

For their safety during transportation, he must check the specific conditions in the coffin. According to the employer, the coffin was buried more than 20 years ago, and it is not known how the corpse became.

The four were responsible for prying off the nails of the coffin. Lu Wen kicked the coffin board open. Dao Xuancheng glanced at the coffin, then his face turned pale and shouted: "No! Good luck! It's the same coffin with father and son!"

Yan Jing heard "father and son in the same coffin", and his expression was surprisingly consistent with Xuan Chengdao.

Fatty refers to the appearance of tinfoil-like wrinkles on the face of a corpse. This can be a precursor to a corpse change or a main facial feature of a zombie.

Xie Chi was so close, he was the first to see the situation in the coffin.

Twenty years later, the bones in the coffin did not rot. There was a man in the coffin. His skin was gray and hard, his hair was disheveled, his face was densely wrinkled, his cheekbones were high, and his cheeks were sunken. He folded his hands on his abdomen, and his long blue nails exuded a crimson luster.

Long nails are also the main feature of zombies.

Taoist Xuancheng approached and opened the male corpse's mouth, where four sharp fangs had already grown out.

It's all zombies.

There was a small corpse lying beside the male zombie. It did not rot like a normal corpse, but it did not change as if it had just entered the soil.

Xie Chi walked to Yan Jing's side, supported it with one hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What will happen to the corpse transformation of father and son in the coffin?"

Yan Jing's lips trembled: "Evil adds to evil, and the magic is boundless."