"One, two, three!"
With the situation so urgent, Village Chief Qian rattled off the count at lightning speed.
Then...
The two of them turned to look into the morgue almost simultaneously.
And then...
Both opened their mouths and screamed at almost exactly the same time!
"Aaaah!!!"
"There's a zombie!!!"
"Run!"
In their panic, they fled blindly, charging straight into the coffin room.
Daoist Chen had probably spent so many years walking by the river that getting his shoes wet was practically inevitable. The moment he entered the coffin room, he climbed into a coffin without another word and swiftly pulled the lid shut.
Normally...
Zombies were actually rather stupid evil spirits. As long as they could neither see you nor smell you, they would give up.
Their eyesight was terrible, and their ability to think was practically nonexistent. They possessed only the hunting instincts of a living creature.
They could not even count.
So as long as you hid and kept them from finding you...
They would not remember how many people there had been. They might even assume they had only ever been chasing a single quarry.
And right now, that quarry was naturally...
Village Chief Qian!
"Daoist Chen, where did you go?"
Village Chief Qian turned his head and discovered that Daoist Chen had vanished somewhere.
The zombie was chasing him relentlessly, scaring him out of his wits. But with no one left to share the pressure of being pursued, he could only sprint desperately on his own!
Inside the coffin room stood a raised altar used for funeral services.
Some poor families simply could not find a suitable place to set up a mourning hall, so the coffin room was sometimes lent out for that purpose. But with trouble repeatedly breaking out at the Mortuary, no one