Later, after I read all their things, I felt bored. Those things were not very useful to me, because I didn’t even think about going out and planned to continue sleeping in my tomb.

There were a few things that surprised me in those things, such as those very red paper money with a person's avatar printed on it. I could tell at a glance that it was an emperor.

I am an exorcist, and I have learned a little about the face. When I saw that head, I concluded that it was an emperor. More importantly, if it is not an emperor, no one dared to print his avatar on it.

Later, I looked at a lot of foreign coins and found that there were not many emperors, and no country's paper money could be more emperor than any one of our country, especially from an island country. Not to mention the emperor's image, it was just a puppet like a face.

I don’t understand some high-tech things very well, so I’m too lazy to understand them. Sleep!!!

That day I simply cleaned my house (in my grave) and planned to continue crawling back to my coffin to sleep.

The items in my tomb are kept in good condition because I often take care of them. For example, the sword that King Goujian of Yue gave me was very well preserved, and I often took them out and wiped them.

Just as I was cleaning and about to go into the coffin to sleep, I heard footsteps.

As an exorcist, sensitive senses are very important because I often face sneak attacks and sudden attacks, so it is necessary to be careful everywhere. And those who have been exorcists like us have been in so many years and are all elites.

I knew as soon as they came in, and I also knew the number of them, which was similar to the last time I came.

Are they back again? Are they really not afraid of death?! I can't tolerate the second time.

I sat cross-legged and waited for them to come in. If they dared to come, it would be as simple as education. I would just make them into dinner.

When people came in, there were eight people in total... Why is this number always the number???

Later I asked some people who had robbed my tomb. They told me that my tomb is a large tomb. It is difficult to bring people with fewer things, and there are too few things to bring out. So when I encounter a tomb like me, I will call a few more people, so that they can help each other and bring out a lot of valuable things.

Eight of them came in, holding a lot of things in their hands, especially those things that could emit powerful light (flashlight). The thing was really bright and shone my eyes so brightly.

I hate that thing. There is a long light in my tomb. Although it is not very bright, at least you can see things. But the flashlight is so damn brighter, much brighter than ordinary flashlights.

It is said that the flashlight is called the wolf-eyed flashlight, which is bright and dazzling.

As soon as they came in, they shone the flashlight of my hatred on me, and one of them shouted even more: "Damn!!! How did he get such a big rice dumpling?"

I feel so angry! Why am I like a zongzi? I don’t wear that much, right? Why do they call me zongzi when they see me? I’m a zombie, okay? I’m a zombie!!!

God, I'm not a zongzi!!!

But they didn't give me a chance to explain. When I wanted to tell them the difference between rice dumplings and zombies, they took action, some threw black donkey hooves and some shots.

I fought back and beat them up...

The biggest difference between zombies and zongzi is that zongzi is used to be eaten by people, while zombies... are human-eating!

They lay on the ground in a row, looking at me in despair.

Damn! How come this look, expression, and action are so fucking familiar? Isn’t this a replica of the people who looked like a few days ago? Isn’t it? Do you guys got it handed over by a master?

I seem to have said before that I am a kind zombie, a peace-loving zombie, a zombie who takes it as its mission to maintain the peace of the universe, and a zombie who does not eat much. (Zombies not only drink blood, but some also eat human flesh and bone marrow.)

So when I face these people, I really don’t know what to do. I really killed them? I’m just a little bigger, will I use this tomb or do they use it?

And after killing it, the smell was not pleasant. And after the corpse rotted, I was really in a bad mood to clean up the bugs.

The most important thing is that they are tempting to me here, and the temptation of food. I have been hungry for thousands of years. It is not a good thing for these people to be here. I can't help but eat them. The consequences are unimaginable.

"You shouldn't come." I said lightly.

"Yes, we shouldn't have come, we shouldn't have come." They hurriedly answered me.

I almost fell into a crack, and I thought it was wrong. I saw a lot of conversations from a novel brought by a tomb robber. Some of them were like this. After the two outlaws met, one would say this.

And the other one would say: I'm here.

Then, don’t leave when you come, leave your life or something like that.

It seems that it is just these conversations, but the lines are wrong now, and they didn't say as written in the book.

I was stuck for a long time by their words, but I didn't know what to say for a long time.

We looked at each other for a long time, and we didn't say anything next.

"You go, leave everything on your body, just leave as long as you should."

They reacted so quickly, they were indeed professional tomb robbers. They threw away everything on their bodies and turned around and left.

These people are all characters, and they can take it and let it go. Only such people are capable people, people who can accomplish great things, and people who can take it and can't let it go. The chances of such people achieving great things are relatively low, such as Xiang Yu. (Although I didn't know who Xiang Yu was at that time)

I smoked cigarettes and counted the spoils... For exorcists, eating black is the most common thing, and I have met many people who have made up my mind before. Of course, those people eventually became dead people, and their things became mine.

So I was not burdened with snatching their things. I was giving face to not killing them, so what else do I need for a bicycle?

After grabbing too many things, I had a bad habit, which was smoking, and I found out that I was addicted to smoking. This was not good. If I were still an exorcist, I would have quit it. Fortunately, I am not an exorcist now, I am a zombie. Smoking has no effect on the body of a zombie.

I have finished smoking the cigarette, and I plan to go to bed.

But before I could lie down, someone came again!!!

It's still a fight and then grab something.

And these people often ask me: "Since you are up, why don't you blow the lights? Why don't you blow the lights?"

Almost everyone who comes will ask me this question. In the end, I am almost very sensitive to this sentence, and I feel a headache when I hear this sentence.

Until one day, someone finally asked me something else.

That day I was lying in the coffin playing with my phone, and I knew that someone was coming again. This time, before I could wait for them to open my coffin, I crawled out of the coffin myself, walked over, and blew out the candle they had just lit.

I thought there wouldn't be any of the last problem this time, but I didn't expect one of the grandsons suddenly shouted at me: I haven't taken your stuff yet, why should you blow my light?!?!

Damn!!! If zombies don’t get angry, do you think I’m a zombie???

Before I asked him, he was fine, but instead asked me about what I came. I deserve what you owe you? I lay in my tomb. You ran over and woke me up, took my things, opened my coffin, and asked me why I didn't blow the light?

Well, even if I am a kind zombie, I don’t care about you, I even blew the light kindly this time, and you even asked me, why should I blow your light???

I am at home, and I will blow the lights when I want to blow the lights, and turn on the lights when I want to turn on them. What's wrong with you? Do you have any dimes to do?
Chapter completed!