Chapter 142: Patel in the coffin

The muffled sound of ‘peng’ was the sound of the coffin lid being violently prised open, followed by the muffled sound of ‘dong’ as the coffin lid fell onto the rock.

At the moment the coffin was completely opened, an indescribable strange force seemed to pass through the crowbar and onto me. At the moment the coffin lid hit the ground, a rash of goosebumps appeared on my arms, and the crowbar in my hand also fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

On the contrary, Uncle Johnny seemed to be fine, holding the crowbar and looking at me strangely. I was a little embarrassed. In fact, apart from the strange cold feeling from the crowbar, there was no power affecting me at all. What really affected me was only the fear from my heart.

The relationship between Taoist priests and zombies is peculiar. No one can definitely restrain the other. They are all relying on their own abilities. Taoist priests may be the shadow in the hearts of zombies, but over the centuries, there have been countless Taoist priests who have lost their lives at the hands of zombies. It can be said that zombies are also the shadow of Taoist priests.

The master once said that there are countless evil things in this world that are unimaginable, but the most difficult to deal with must be the zombies. They are formed, powerful, and full of negative energy, but they have no thoughts and cannot communicate… And zombies need a lot of negative energy, blood, and other factors to form, so even if you occasionally meet a high-level, communicable one, under the influence of these negative energies, they become extremists like crazy people.

In summary, the ones who can’t communicate are the most difficult to deal with!

Add to that the incident with the old village chief, the suffocating horror, and I must admit that zombies are a shadow in my heart. If there is anything that can inspire my fear, it is only zombies.

It was quiet for a second, and I was only a little embarrassed by the look in Uncle Johnny’s eyes. Uncle Johnny was about to say something, but the next moment he grabbed me and pulled me back a few steps. At the same time, the other hand covered my mouth and nose with the mask we had prepared long ago.

The mask is made of glutinous rice and charcoal, and is sewn with a lot of positive plant powder to prevent the corpse gas from rising up and hitting people. This corpse gas is the most poisonous, and when it hits It is extremely troublesome to save it. The more powerful the vampire, the more powerful the corpse gas that rises up… When I opened the coffin, I thought there was no corpse gas in the coffin, but I didn’t expect… the corpse gas exploded in an instant.

The word “explosion” can be used because during the process of retreating, I looked up and saw that even in folk descriptions, I had never seen such corpse gas. It was like a small bomb exploding, rising up into the sky… This scene was exactly like the impact of the yin energy rising up into the sky when a supreme gathering of yin energy was dug up.

I and Uncle Johnny retreated to a distance of five meters. I put on a mask, but through this almost “enhanced” anti-corpse mask, I could still smell the smell of blood and decay in the air. It was not good to inhale such gas, so I could only breathe in small sips to avoid inhaling too much of it.

At the same time, even those in the circle on the rock also put on masks. Tao Bai, who had the most yang energy and was almost invulnerable to all evil, lit the fire that was placed in the four corners of the coffin!

The fire was lit with a large amount of calamus leaves and wormwood, and the main dye was peach wood. At this time, the only way to dispel the corpse gas was to use the ancient method that had been passed down for thousands of years. Fortunately, Uncle Johnny knew what he was doing this time. These things had been prepared on the Penglai long ago, but we didn’t usually move them, so we didn’t know about them.

The fire was lit, and a large amount of slightly yellowish smoke rose into the air, intertwining with the almost pure black corpse gas. I noticed the intensity of the corpse gas, which was so thick that even the sunlight here could not penetrate it. Of course, there was also the reason that the sunlight here was too weak.

Fortunately, no matter what kind of zombie it is, the corpse gas it produces will be restrained by the smoke produced by the fire, so although it dissipates very slowly, it is still dissipating.

Against a zombie like Patel, a peachwood stake is useless. A bundle of red thread has long been in my hands. I only need to subdue it for a moment, so I have to rely on my own strength to suppress it.

I waited quietly. At this time, the coffin was still emitting a faint smell of death, but it was already at the end of its strength and would soon be completely clean.

“It really killed a lot of people, Patel! This corpse gas…” Through the thick mask, Uncle Johnny’s voice sounded a bit muffled, but I still heard clearly what he was muttering as I sat next to him, and couldn’t help but follow his gaze towards the sky.

A dozen meters above the rocks, the black corpse gas was intertwined with other positive energy. The strange thing was that the black corpse gas formed a vague human face, as if struggling, terrified, and howling… Looking at it gave a feeling of palpitations.

“That is the resentment of the murdered mixed with the corpse gas. Their souls have all been devoured by Pater, leaving only this resentment! It is really a terrifying thing to be eaten by a high-level zombie.” I knew what was going on just by looking at it. I wasn’t exaggerating. The souls of zombies are incomplete. To evolve, they need to devour a large number of souls to complete their own souls. Even advanced zombies with complete souls need to suppress a large number of living souls under their own souls, absorbing soul power at any time to maintain the integrity of their souls.

There is no reason for this. If you have to explain it, you can only say that this is the great limitation that God has given to zombies, otherwise zombies would not be called zombies, they would have to change their name to Superman! They are strong and invincible, unless they have a weakness, otherwise they are not effective. In addition, the powerful ones can fly and escape from the ground…

Just like the old village chief who didn’t care about the souls of the entire village? But Patel wanted to evolve and become stronger. I don’t need to guess to know that the souls of these people have already been completely devoured by Patel. The evil that Patel has done is even more irreparable than the old village chief.

In the face of my words, Uncle Johnny chose to remain silent. He brought up this topic, and naturally knew what was going on. While we were talking, the corpse gas in the coffin had completely dispersed, and the remaining positive energy and sunlight in the sky would naturally disperse, so we didn’t have to worry about it.

The corpse gas is so thick, what about the corpse gas that will erupt when the corpse rises? I dare not think about it, and I walked towards the open coffin with Uncle Johnny. It was our great good fortune that the corpse did not rise at the moment the coffin was opened.

But I think this is inevitable. After all, my master’s seal is suppressing it. If Patel could easily rise from the dead, then my master’s suppression would be too weak.

“You little brat, do you still have any leftover cigars?” When he passed by Xiao Chengqian, Uncle Johnny suddenly asked.

Xiao Chengqian looked at Uncle Johnny warily, but Uncle Johnny said nonchalantly, “Bring two over.”

Xiao Chengqian’s facial muscles twitched, and he still took out two thin cigars from a delicate box on his body and threw them to me and Uncle Johnny! It can’t be blamed that Xiao Chengqian is like this. After he ran away from home, he only had one box of these special cigars left. This is not something that can be bought on the outside world, so it is no longer Xiao Da Shao’s Xiao Da Shao who is very reluctant to smoke cigars. He usually buys other cigars to replace them, and occasionally he will take them out to smell them.

Here, Xiao Da Shao naturally did not have any other cigars on him, so he could only take out the cigars he had with him and give them to Uncle Johnny.

In front of Xiao Dasha’s face about to cry, Mr. Johnny lit the two cigars and then handed me one. I looked at Mr. Johnny in puzzlement, why did he have to light up a cigar? But Mr. Johnny said to me with a little pleasure, “The smell is strong near the coffin, and the cigar’s fragrance is also strong, which is just right to restrain it.”

Xiao Daxiao’s face was full of resentment when he heard this. He simply took out a cigar of his own and lit it, saying, “I cherish it so much, and you use it to resist the stench. I don’t care, I want to smoke one too.”

I and Uncle Johnny laughed happily a few times. This episode also eased the tension between the two of us. I couldn’t tell if Uncle Johnny did it on purpose or by accident.

With a cigar that smelled a little too strong for me and made me feel a little dizzy, Mr. Johnny and I finally reached the coffin.

Patel was lying peacefully in the coffin, but just one glance at this corpse-like Patel made me feel fear from the bottom of my heart, and I didn’t want to look at it a second time… Because I had fought with Patel’s soul, I knew what Patel looked like when he was alive. Except for his eyes, he could be called a man of the British drama, but lying in the coffin, he didn’t look like this.

His muscles were completely dehydrated, in a state of desiccation, attached to his body, including the muscles of his face. At first glance, it looked like a purely human tendon model in a laboratory… And its skin was smooth, without any white or black hair, a dull brownish red color as if a large amount of blood had dried up. Not having long hair does not mean it is good news. You have to know that the black and white double villains are only the lowest level of the zombies that have entered the flow.

At a glance, I could feel the tremendous power hidden in this shriveled body.

Not to mention the long fangs that could no longer be contained by Patel’s mouth, which were hideously exposed, only slightly yellowed, and not at all petrified… And its hands, or rather claws, were calmly placed on its lower abdomen, and the ten sharp claws on them were slightly glimmering.

This kind of image description may be able to remain calm, but if you see it for yourself, no matter how brave you are, you will feel a chill in your heart, just because of the distortion and deformation… But none of this is the key to what I care about. The key is that on Patel’s claws, there are streaks of dried blood that look different in age. This discovery made me very surprised. For a moment, I didn’t know what was going on. I looked closely and saw a little blackness in its nails, similar to something left behind by flesh and blood.

I turned my head and took a deep drag of my cigar, trying to calm my emotions, but the cigar was too strong. I couldn’t inhale like that, and it made me dizzy… Patell could be said to be completely uncorrupted, and even the gorgeous robe he was wearing was still so shiny and bright because of some inexplicable power.

The coffin had some water in it, but it seemed completely unaffected, lying calmly in the water… I didn’t know what kind of changes would happen later, and I never found the seal of the master from beginning to end.

And Uncle Johnny seemed to have fallen into a certain mood, looking at Patel in the coffin, not knowing what he was thinking. He was so engrossed that he forgot to speak… I could only hold back the uneasy feeling in my heart and looked at Patel in the coffin again!

But there was still no clue. I called out to Uncle Johnny, but he didn’t come back to his senses. I had no choice but to put on my gloves… and prepare to touch the corpse! This was necessary, because later on, in order to prevent the corpse from rising, I would have to do all the work. Sooner or later, I would have to touch this terrifying guy. What difference did it make if I did it earlier or later?

Putting the cigar in my mouth aside, I extended my hand with a slight sense of nervousness. When I touched the corpse, I felt like I was touching a piece of ice-cold, unmoving, hard meat. Its muscles were not as stiff as I had imagined, but were strangely soft. This tactile sensation was so bad that I would rather it be harder!

Thinking this way, my hand moved up. If there was no seal on the surface, then the most likely location for the seal would be on the chest.

But for some reason, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I subconsciously turned my head, and I saw a pair of gloomy eyes, or rather, yellow-black eyeballs, staring at me.