In the darkness, Zhang Ze heard a voice with a duck's voice shouting in his ear: "Hey, Rakshasa, don't sleep, it's time to change shifts!"
Opening his eyes drowsily, Zhang Ze saw a long and anxious face in front of him. This man had a watermelon head and looked very dull, looking straight at him.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Ze was confused.
"Are you confused? I'm Awen!"
Awen looked unhappy and muttered: "We agreed to change the shift at Chou's time, but he didn't get up, and he had to ask me to wake him, huh!"
Zhang Ze was confused. He sat up and found that he was lying on an earthen bed, with the Giant God and the Dragon King sleeping next to him.
"Huh? Where are Yueying and my sister?" Zhang Ze suddenly became nervous.
Awen said while taking off his clothes: "Ask those female disciples? They live in the wing, next to the master's house, so nothing will happen to them."
Zhang Ze was slightly relieved when he heard that his sister and the others were fine.
There is an Eight Immortals table next to the Tukang, with an oil lamp placed on it, the light is like a bean, emitting orange light.
With this faint light, Zhang Ze looked around the room. The decoration and furniture in the room had a sense of age, and seemed to be in the style of the Republic of China.
"What kind of place is this? Why is there no electric light?" Zhang Ze felt strange.
Not only were there no electric lights, there were also no household appliances.
"Lamp?" Awen raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Ze and said, "Only rich people can afford that thing. Master is usually reluctant to give us meat, so how can he be willing to give up money to pull the wires for our Yizhuang?"
"Yizhuang?"
Zhang Ze was stunned. Isn't Yizhuang a place where corpses were parked in ancient times? Could it be that the background of the fifty-fourth level of the Demon Realm is in ancient times?
However, looking at Awen's clothes and speech, they don't look like ancient people.
"Well, Brother Awen, what year are we in now?"
"It's the 21st year of the Republic of China, no, I said you are really sleepy?" Awen replied impatiently, he got into bed and said: "Okay, you quickly go to the front hall and stare at the soul-keeping lamp. Don’t let it die.”
Zhang Ze wanted to ask something else, but Awen's snoring sounded.
"I fell asleep so quickly..." Zhang Ze was speechless, thinking while getting dressed.
"The 21st year of the Republic of China seems to be 1932. It seems that I have indeed gone back to the past."
"It seems that this level of demon realm is a special demon realm again. I guess weapons, equipment, backpacks, and skills can't be used now, right?"
Zhang Ze tried to open the properties panel, and sure enough, nothing happened.
Shaking his head, Zhang Ze got dressed and walked out of the bedroom and came to the front hall. The scene in front of him made his back feel cold.
I saw more than a dozen coffins painted with black paint neatly parked on both sides of the hall. In front of each coffin, there was a small offering table with an oil lamp on it.
The light in the hall was dim, and the closed door was rattled by the strong wind outside, as if someone was knocking on the door.
This atmosphere is like a horror movie!
"What kind of opening is this?" Zhang Ze complained in his heart, "Should a timid person be scared to death?"
He walked to one of the coffins and saw a piece of yellow paper taped to the lid of the coffin, with a talisman written on it with cinnabar dragons and flying phoenixes. He guessed it was probably used to ward off evil spirits.
"Is this oil lamp the soul-keeping lamp that Awen mentioned?"
Zhang Ze walked around and saw that every lamp was well lit, and his body relaxed slightly.
He laughed at himself: "Why am I nervous? This is all feudal superstition, there are no ghosts at all..."
Suddenly, an evil wind blew from nowhere and blew out the oil lamp in front of one of the coffins!
"Um?"
Zhang Ze felt nervous and hurriedly walked over, lit the oil lamp again, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I wonder what will happen if this soul-keeping lamp goes out?"
Zhang Ze looked at the closed coffin in front of him and thought to himself: "Could it be that the corpse inside will be resurrected?"
"Stop talking nonsense, this is another zombie ghost movie, how can it be resurrected?"
Zhang Ze gave up his ridiculous idea. He believed that this level of demonic realm might take a realistic approach. After all, it was the Republic of China, and it was unlikely that there would be such things as monsters.
After finding a chair and sitting down, Zhang Ze began to analyze the situation in front of him.
"The game starts in a morgue in the Republic of China era. All the equipment and skills are unusable, and there are no useful hints. How on earth are we going to clear this level of demonic realm?"
In the past Demon Realm, Zhang Ze could guess how to clear the level, such as killing monsters, finding people, completing commissions, etc.
Although it is not 100% accurate, it is close to ten.
But this level of demonic realm left him unable to find a clue.
"The one named Awen said there is a master here. Well, after daybreak, I will go find him and ask him."
The vigil was really boring, and in the blink of an eye I heard the watchman's call outside. It was already midnight, which is equivalent to four o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Ze felt that his eyelids were fighting, and sleepiness kept coming to him.
The war in the upper demon realm was tense, and Zhang Ze didn't get much rest. Now he came to the fifty-fourth demon realm. He planned to log off after checking the situation. Who knows, he was directly pulled to watch the night. In desperation, he had no choice but to force himself to go offline. Carry.
"I hope it will dawn soon." Zhang Ze yawned, hoping in his heart.
"By the way, I can change my shift!" His eyes lit up and he smiled: "Go and call the Dragon King and ask him to take my place!"
He had just stood up to return to the back bedroom when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
Zhang Ze stopped and listened carefully again to make sure that it was not the wind blowing the door, but someone really knocking on the door.
"Who will come to Yizhuang at this time?"
Zhang Ze was confused and slowly walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"
"Well done, little brother. I took the child back to my parents' house, but it was dark and I didn't know the road well, so I got lost. Can you please stay with us for one night? We will leave at dawn..."
A delicate woman's voice came from outside the door, and at the same time, it was accompanied by the cry of a baby.
Zhang Ze opened the door without doubting his presence, and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties standing outside. She was dressed as a village woman, holding a swaddling baby in her arms. The baby's cry came from inside.
"Okay, come in quickly."
Zhang Ze let the mother and son in, closed the door behind his back, and said, "Sister, why are you traveling at night with your child alone? It's so dangerous."
No one answered behind him. Zhang Ze turned around in confusion and found that the woman was gone. Only the swaddling clothes were placed on the chair where he was sitting.
"Strange, where are the people?"
Zhang Ze frowned and shouted a few more times: "Sister! Sister!"
In the empty hall, except for Zhang Ze's own voice, there was no other sound, only the strong wind blowing outside the house.
"Something's wrong!"
Zhang Ze suddenly became alert. He picked up a broom from the side, held it in his hand as a weapon, and walked towards the baby step by step.
"Wow, wow..."
The baby's cries could still be heard intermittently from inside. Zhang Ze felt a little at ease. If there were cries, it meant that the child was normal.
Wait, why do I think the child is abnormal?
Could it be that my intuition keeps reminding me?
Zhang Ze tightened his grip on the broom and did not dare to be careless. His intuition was always very accurate. There was definitely something going on tonight!
Finally walking in front of the baby, Zhang Ze stretched his neck and looked inside, and saw that there was indeed a baby inside, but...
This baby is all black and purple, obviously a dead baby!
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, a woman's weird laughter sounded all around. Zhang Ze looked around hurriedly, but didn't see anyone.
"Pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here!"
Zhang Ze yelled, and the woman's laughter became louder. At the same time, Zhang Ze felt that the laughter seemed to be closer to him.
That's right, right behind him!
He turned around suddenly and saw a purple face coming into his eyes. It was the woman who knocked on the door and asked to stay overnight!
Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes, and bursts of yin energy made Zhang Ze fall into an ice cave!
The woman grabbed Zhang Ze's neck and let out a harsh scream: "You betrayed your heart! Give back the lives of our mother and son!"
"Nah! There's really a ghost here!"
Zhang Ze was shocked. The scene in front of him had already explained everything. There was really a ghost in this demonic realm!
However, although Zhang Ze was surprised, he was not afraid. He had seen many things scarier than this female ghost.
"Get out of my way!"
He stabbed the female ghost's chest hard with the broom in his hand, but the female ghost's body was as hard as a steel plate and couldn't poke her at all.
Helpless, Zhang Ze had no choice but to grab the female ghost's hands. These hands were so strong that they almost strangled him to death!
Suddenly, the female ghost opened her mouth, exposed her fangs, and bit Zhang Ze's neck fiercely!
Zhang Ze suddenly became nervous. Being bitten by a ghost must be bad!
So he grabbed the female ghost's neck with his backhand to prevent the female ghost from biting him.
In this way, one person and one ghost were tearing back and forth in the hall of Yizhuang, and for a while no one could do anything to anyone.
While he was entangled with the female ghost, Zhang Ze suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that the dead child in the swaddling clothes climbed out on his own!
This dead kid crawled very fast, using his hands and feet, and climbed to a coffin in a short while.
"Hee hee hee!"
He let out a strange laugh and reached out to knock over the soul-keeping lamp!
"Fuck! You damn brat!"
Zhang Ze was furious.
Now that female ghosts and imps have appeared, the corpses in these coffins will most likely be resurrected!
What if these corpses were resurrected, plus this female ghost, could I still survive?
Zhang Ze wanted to stop the kid, but the female ghost held on to him. He had no choice but to shout for help.
"Someone, come quickly! There's a ghost!"
The dead child moved faster than Zhang Ze expected. He had just shouted three times, and all the soul-keeping lamps had been knocked over by the dead child.
Then, this dead kid climbed up to the altar table in front of the hall where the ancestral tablets were enshrined, sat cross-legged, pointed at Zhang Ze, and laughed weirdly.
"You damn kid, when I free my hands, I have to teach you a lesson!"
Zhang Ze gritted his teeth angrily.
Gudonggudong!
Without the soul-keeping lamp, the corpses in the coffin began to stir, and the coffin shook violently. If it weren't for the yellow paper holding it down, they might have broken out of the coffin long ago!
"Huh?"
Seeing that the body in the coffin could not come out, the dead child scratched his head strangely. He jumped off the offering table, climbed onto a coffin, stared at the yellow paper on it in confusion, and reached out to grab it.
The moment his fingers touched the yellow paper, the talisman on the yellow paper suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, knocking the dead child away.
"Wow, wow, it hurts!"
The dead child hit the pillar, he rubbed his buttocks and screamed in pain.
When the female ghost heard her child's cry, she turned her head and looked over, with worry in her eyes.
While her attention was distracted, Zhang Ze took a deep breath and tried to use the Dragon Breath Technique. He was overjoyed. Fortunately, the technique could still be used!
"Get out of my way!"
Zhang Ze increased his strength and kicked the female ghost away.
Boom!
The female ghost knocked over the altar table, but the next moment, she stood up straight and rushed towards Zhang Ze again like a gust of wind!
Zhang Ze snorted, stepped aside, and punched the female ghost in the back.
Bang!
The female ghost was knocked over again, but Zhang Ze's attack could not cause fatal damage to her. She turned around again and rushed towards Zhang Ze like crazy.
After beating the female ghost seven or eight times in a row, Zhang Ze felt a little exhausted.
There is no way, if you don't use the Dragon Breath method, ordinary attacks can't hit this female ghost at all.
However, the dragon's breath method consumes too much physical strength, and Zhang Ze can't stand it anymore.
What made him even more troubled was that the dead child actually learned to be smart. He found a wooden stick from nowhere and used it to fiddle with the talisman.
After his continuous efforts, he actually removed the charm from one of the coffins!
Boom, boom, boom...boom!
The lid of the coffin was suddenly pushed away, and then a zombie sat upright from inside!
"㗅..."
The zombie turned its head and stared at Zhang Ze with a pair of dead fish eyes. He suddenly jumped out of the coffin, raised his arms flatly, and jumped towards Zhang Ze with his fingers like knives!
Zhang Ze hurriedly got out of the way. Now a female ghost and a zombie were chasing him, and there was also a kid who kept causing trouble. He really couldn't handle it anymore.
"Don't sleep anymore, come and help, someone is going to die!"
Zhang Ze shouted again in the direction of the back bedroom.
This time, Awen, Giant God, Dragon King and others finally arrived.
"Wow! Where did this female ghost come from?" Awen was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, his stupid face turning pale.
The Dragon King and the Giant God immediately rushed to help without saying a word.
"Be careful, this is a zombie. Once it is injured, it may turn into a zombie!" Zhang Ze reminded loudly.
"Holy shit! Is it true?" The Dragon King was holding the zombie's neck. Hearing this, he retracted his hand in fright.
As a result, the zombie knocked him down in one fell swoop, its fangs almost biting into his face.
Fortunately, the giant god kicked the zombie away, but the giant god's foot was almost broken. This zombie's body is so hard!
Using the knife but not emotion helped Zhang Ze deal with the female ghost, while Yiye Zhiqiu went to catch the little ghost.
Seeing Awen still standing there blankly, Zhang Ze shouted angrily: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you come here to catch ghosts?"
"I, I can't!"
When Awen heard this, he shrank his neck and waved his hands repeatedly.
"You work in Yizhuang, but you still don't know how to catch ghosts?" Zhang Ze felt depressed for a while.
"It's my master who knows how to catch ghosts. I haven't learned it yet!" Awen looked aggrieved.
"Then you should hurry up and call your master!" Zhang Ze shouted angrily while knocking the female ghost down.
At this moment, a figure rushed over. He raised two fingers of his right hand, bit it with his mouth, and wiped the blood on the zombie's forehead with lightning speed.
In an instant, the zombie stopped moving and closed its eyes.
"Awen, put the charm on him!"
The man turned to look at Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze was stunned when he saw this man.
"Uncle Nine?"
