Although there are many coffins, the texture is very good. They are all made of black nanmu. Just creating so many coffins is not a small project. Moreover, Wang Zan took a rough look and found that his skills could hardly be found.

Wang Zan came to one of the coffin money, reached out and rubbed it, and the flashlight landed on the coffin board. At first, he didn't feel anything strange, but after looking at it twice, his heart suddenly felt a little "jump".

"Damn!" Wang Zan hurriedly continued to look down, and his heart was dancing even more powerful than when he entered the door just now.

Because he found that there were no coffin nails on all the coffins, which means that none of the coffins were sealed and the boards were movable.

If there were really corpses here and the coffin board was not nailed to death, it would be self-evident what the result was.

"Is this what he is trying to let the corpse in the coffin come out by itself? Is it a zombie that is a zombie or a zombie?" Wang Zan licked his lips, and he was a little hesitant to open it.

After thinking for a while, Wang Zan decided that the coffin must be opened. He had to determine what was going on here before he could make a decision to deal with it.

Since the coffin board was not nailed to death, it was relatively easy to lift the coffin. Wang Zan stood in front of a coffin and bowed first, then whispered: "The dead are the most important thing, don't blame the disturbance..."

No matter what the state of the corpse inside is and what it is for, he must give a tribute first based on the principle that the deceased is the most important thing.

When Wang Zan straightened up, he lifted the coffin board with both hands first, and then moved it apart. Suddenly, the coffin boards were all together, and a corpse smell came out clearly. At the same time, Wang Zan hurriedly closed his mouth and did not dare to breathe any more after his nose.

He was not only afraid that he would be affected by the yin energy, but also afraid that the yang energy he exhaled would fall into the coffin.

When the coffin board was moved away for half, Wang Zan carefully shone it with a flashlight, and a corpse was indeed lying in the coffin.

Seeing this corpse, Wang Zan's brows furrowed again. The man was wearing a typical Qing Dynasty official uniform, with a flower feather on his head, his hands hanging on both sides of his body, and his feet were wearing black cloth shoes.

Wang Zan's eyes fell on the corpse's face, and cold sweat fell in an instant, and his back was suddenly wet.

The corpse did not rot, but was kept very intact.

His face was pale, of course there was no blood, and his lips were bluish.

On the forehead of the corpse, there was a yellow paper sticking to it, which was the corpse-suppressing talisman.

The same type of corpse-driven talisman used by corpse-driven maker is mainly used to suppress the remaining soul in the corpse body and prevent corpse transformation.

After being shocked, Wang Zan wiped the cold sweat from his face and slowly covered the coffin. Only then did he dare to breathe again and whisper: "Is he crazy?"

Wang Zan was shocked at the densely arranged coffins in front of him for a moment, and was a little dry-mouthed. If the coffin was just corpses, then the situation would be fine, but the corpse suppression talismans were pasted on the heads of these corpses, so it goes without saying what was going on.

This is obviously raising zombies!

As long as the corpse-suppressing talisman on the heads of these corpses is torn off, there is a high chance that the corpse will become transformed, because after these people die, their souls will definitely be suppressed in their bodies. The corpse-suppressing talisman will be lost, and the corpse will be activated.

Wang Zan slowly walked to the other side, then opened a coffin again. The situation inside was exactly the same as the corpse just now. He was wearing the same Qing Dynasty official uniform, and then there was a Taoist talisman paper on his head.

Wang Zan quickly walked inside, and then opened a coffin every distance.

There is no doubt that there is a body lying in every coffin.

"Bahai or the imperial court, is it about to build a zombie legion?" Wang Zan muttered with glaring.

It is obvious that General Ningguta dug out a huge space in his mansion in the name of building an underground palace to store money, and put so many coffins and corpses in order to transform all of these corpses into zombies. The court must have known this, and maybe even the orders issued by the Qing court were behind it.

The Qing court in that era was already at its final stage and could not turn the tables again. It is likely that the Qing court at that time thought it was about to be destroyed, and in the end, it created such a team.

Think about it, if all these zombies were cultivated and put on the battlefield, what kind of battle would it be if they could have the ability to command?

Not to mention that you can sweep, but without heavy firearms, this zombie legion can almost be called invincible.

But what if you can't command it?

Thousands of zombies enter the world, and they will undoubtedly bring this land into the end of the world in a short period of time.

On the other end, Yu Hanqiu almost trotted out of the underground palace. When she arrived outside, she found that a trace of white fish had appeared in the sky, not too far from two days.

Yu Hanqiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air. He felt as if he had gained a new life. Then he looked back at the underground palace inside. She quickly got into the car and started, and drove towards the village outside the old city.

Just as Hanqiu arrived in the village, some villagers had already gotten up. She stopped the car and walked into a family. The other party had been working there before, so he knew her naturally, so he said in surprise: "Oh, little girl, you are still here, haven't you left?"

Last night, there was a ghost in the old city, which surprised and scared the villagers. They thought Wang Zan and Yu Hanqiu had also left, but they didn't expect that the woman ran over again early in the morning.

Yu Hanqiu hurriedly said, "Brother, please help me if you have something to do. Can you find some blood, chicken blood, or cinnabar and yellow paper in the village to sell it to me? I have great use..."

A few moments later, the villagers came, but they didn't have what Yu Hanqiu wanted. Wang Zhuang, the leader, looked at her suspiciously and asked, "You and that little Wang didn't leave last night, aren't you afraid?"

"It's nothing scary, by the way, I want to collect some things from you, how about it?"

Wang Zhuang looked at Yu Hanqiu with his eyes narrowed and nodded, "You can do whatever you want, as long as we have it here, but are you planning to go back there?"
Chapter completed!