Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone knocking on my coffin.

I looked at the top of the coffin. My coffin was quite big. It was really as big as a double bed. It should be a little bigger. There were chains and various runes inside. In fact, I didn’t need such a big coffin. As long as I could lie in it, I could move my body.

But those exorcists didn't think so. They made such a big coffin not just for my comfort, but for my sealed talisman. If the small coffin couldn't put so many talismans, they could only make such a big one.

Those talismans were already lost by me hundreds of years ago. In fact, I could have gone out long ago, but I really didn't want to go out. I mainly slept for more than a thousand years and fell asleep. If I didn't want to get up, I just wanted to sleep for a while.

So when these guys came to steal my tomb, I didn't bother to pay attention to it, and I planned to continue to sleep after they left, and there were quite a few things on my coffin.

Although those grandchildren dealt with me back then, some things were done very righteously. They just took away all my money and didn't touch anything else. Everything I used to use, which I couldn't use for fighting, was buried with me.

I got up once a few hundred years ago and roughly cleaned the room (ancient tomb) and found that there were quite a lot of things they buried, some of which were not mine, and I don’t know who buried them in them.

I estimated that these things were not valuable in my era, but more than a thousand years have passed, and now they should be valuable. How can I say that even if things from thousands of years ago can I buy a lot of money even if they are ragged?

Moreover, if they take all the things outside, they won’t have to do anything else for several lifetimes, and they may not be able to spend money every day. They probably won’t be thinking of hitting me in the coffin.

I plan to ignore them and continue to sleep...

But I still forgot one thing, a very important point is that human greed is very terrifying, and people's hearts cannot hold on to snakes and swallow elephants. This is a very good allusion.

When I naively thought they would leave after finishing the rag outside of me, I was surprised to find that someone moved my coffin...

Then I heard them say, "Boss, open this coffin. There are so many good things outside, and this coffin is indispensable. Generally speaking, the most precious things are in the coffin. It is unreasonable to come here if you don't open the coffin."

The one who led the lead hesitated for a while and said, "Then let's open it soon. I always think something is wrong with this place. Take my black donkey hoof from 1982. There is nothing wrong with that."

Then there was a composite sound, with about eight people.

I lay in the coffin, my mind was covered in mud. When people slept too much, they would be like this. I was confused and would be a little resistant to external contact.

When I finally realized that these grandchildren were going to open my coffin, I heard the creaking sound outside.

I know that those tomb robbers were opening my coffin.

It is beneficial to say that the coffin is big, such as a mouthful of my size.

My coffin has no nails at all, but it is also bronze, with a wall as thick as a double bed, so its weight is not as good as outsiders.

I really don’t know how heavy it is. Anyway, those grandchildren pried outside for a long time, but they didn’t.

I was lying quietly in the coffin. As long as they didn't pull me out, I decided to ignore them. I could afford it. I had been sleeping for thousands of years, how many days were there?

In the end, their boss had a solution. He didn't know what to do, so he pried open my coffin. At the beginning, it broke into a crack, and then it became bigger and bigger.

After opening a little after half of the time, the coffin lid stopped moving and no longer needed to move. It was no longer a problem for a person to enter and exit with such a large space.

I looked outside and saw a head. I looked at him...

"Ah!!! Zongzi!!!!" The head roared.

The voice was very familiar, as if he said the most, he said that the coffin was the biggest, and he was the one who wanted to open my coffin.

After he shouted, he realized that he seemed to be a person who often goes in and out of the tombs and is very nervous.

But why is he holding a black donkey hoof in his hand? Is this thing useful to deal with zombies?

Before I could figure it out, I saw this guy stuffing the black donkey's hoof towards my mouth.

I got angry this time. What a good guy, I'm still a high-level zombie king! (Although I don't like this identity) I endured it when you called me Zongzi, and even stuffed it into my mouth with a black donkey hoof. Do you really think I'm not tempered?

As soon as I reached out, I grabbed his wrist and tried hard.

The guy threw the donkey's hooves with a whistle. I took them and threw him aside with force, and started from the coffin.

I looked at them, and they all looked at me. The scene was very strange. I sat alone in the coffin and faced a group of people standing outside the coffin, and everyone looked at each other.

It was very quiet, and even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

The huh huh gasp began, breaking the silence, and they began to panic.

The guy I threw out shouted: "Boss, he won't take away the black donkey's hooves. What should I do? Otherwise, I don't want to be bitten to death by him!"

"Shut up!" the leader shouted. Then he shot, of course, not hitting that person, but hitting me.

I was already standing up at that time and was about to say hello, you shouldn't come. Since you are here, don't come in vain. Just take a few items and leave quickly. These are the unnutritious words.

But before I could say anything, I saw the person who led the lead holding a black iron pipe in his hand and hooked it to me. (Later I learned that the thing was called a gun.)

I wanted to say hello at that time, but when I knew they took action, and the thing was so fast that I was hit by the head by accident, hitting me in a crack.

I took a few steps back, feeling a little painful, I haven't tasted this feeling for many years.

Let me talk about it here, I am not an ordinary zombie, I am a zombie with feelings and feelings. At least I know the pain. At least when I need it, I will go out to find a professional woman to solve the problem. Of course, I will definitely give money.
Chapter completed!