Zhang Yang gradually woke up, but found that he was in the darkness, and a rotten and moldy smell came to his nose.

"Where is this? Why did I come here?"

I raised my hand and tried to touch the surroundings. I found that my limbs were stiff and my arms could not bend, and it seemed that my joints were rusted.

I can only be sure that the environment here is very cramped, with wooden boards on the top, bottom, left and right. It feels like... it's like a coffin!

The bad feeling, coupled with physical discomfort, made Zhang Yang feel inexplicably irritable.

"What the hell is this? Who locked me up? No, I'm going to leave here quickly."

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, and reached out and pushed hard.

Squeak-

The awkward sound echoed in the quiet environment, sounding a bit scary.

Bang!

With a loud bang, dust flew.

The wooden board that stood in front of him had been pushed.

Zhang Yang found that although his arms were very stiff, he was really strong, so he couldn't help feeling a little satisfied and seemed not injured.

Bang!

His legs were not bent at all, his arms were raised flat, and he jumped two or three meters away.

This is a completely subconscious action.

Zhang Yang's original intention was to step out, but his subconscious mind dominated his body and jumped out.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Only then did Zhang Yang start to pay attention to his own strangeness.

He twisted his stiff neck and looked at himself, and even with his boldness, he almost fainted.

A decayed dress with an ancient style, which looks like a few years old; the exposed skin, like the hands, is dry and hard and yellow; the nails are blue and purple, and it is more than an inch long...

Moreover, there was no trace of light in the entire space and he should have reached out to see his five fingers, but he could clearly see the things around him.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt extremely bad.

A bronze mirror was thrown on the ground not far away.

Zhang Feng jumped gently.

Dong!

The footsteps fell heavily, and a piece of dust blew up. The sound of heavy objects falling back echoed in the silent and terrifying space.

A stiff body, squatting has become a luxury.

Fortunately, even though I lowered my head, I could see myself in the bronze mirror.

Green face and fangs, dry and stiff skin, vicious and bright red blood-covered eyes...

Zombies—

Zhang Yang instantly got a bunker!

There is only this concept left in my mind.

Suddenly, a series of "squeaks" sounds came from around.

Bang!

Bang!

The wooden boards were knocked down and bursts of dust rose.

Zhang Yang stared in horror, and around him, zombie "companions" jumped out of the coffin erected by mouth...

...

Zhang Yang, male, 26 years old.

During the college entrance examination, I shone my mind and made a move. I was so normal that I was admitted to a third-rate university.

After four years of hiding, I didn’t find a job after graduation, so I naturally became a great and glorious otaku, living a standard silk-style life of watching movies, surfing the Internet, and masturbating.

When he set a record of not going downstairs for 116 days, he suddenly realized that summer had arrived. Thinking of the refreshing beauty on the streets after wearing beautiful dresses, the old otaku was moved and wiped his saliva with his face paper and resolutely ended his retreat.

I was so unlucky that I just walked to the gate of the Normal University and hadn't seen an old beggar who was over 90 points.

"Please stay, brother!"

Zhang Yang subconsciously turned his head and saw the old beggar spinning around him with an exaggerated expression, looking up and down, as if he was 99 points beautiful:

"Brother, I'm surprised by your bones. I have excellent qualifications. I'm a genius who has ever met in a century. This book "Taiyin Refining Shape" is most suitable for you. If you are destined to be, I will charge you ten dollars. How about teaching it to you?"

The old beggar said, while mysteriously taking out a black book from his arms.

Zhang Yang slapped his lips disdainfully, thinking that this kind of deception is too low-level, right? Don’t say that he is a good young man in the 21st century, even a seven or eight-year-old child on the roadside will not be fooled.

I thought to myself, but it was a devilish way to take it and opened it to take a look.

I saw that there were no handwriting on the book, but there were countless black halos, constantly rotating, rotating... Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang's head began to spin and lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was already in this ghost place.

"It must be the one who made it by that old beggar. Judging from my current appearance, I am clearly a zombie."

Zhang Yang said as he reached out and pulled his skin, making sure that this thing was definitely not fake.

"But, how could I become a zombie? A cake seller!"

"Can that old beggar be a master god who let me possess me and reborn to experience another kind of life?"

As a standard otaku, Zhang Yang has a certain degree of awareness. Under the influence of online novels, he quickly realized his current situation.

Zhang Yang's personality was already at ease. After a while, he settled down with the status quo and began to accept his identity as a zombie.

"I fainted after taking a look at the broken book and then came here. So, what about the broken book?"

Zhang Yang just thought of "Taiyin Refining the Shape", and in his consciousness, a broken book with a black cover immediately appeared, with a few words written on it -Taiyin Refining the Shape.

"Damn it! It's not true!"

Zhang Yang was startled.

"Illusion? Not like it!"

Zhang Yang moved his consciousness to the four words "Taiyin Refining Shape", and immediately small words appeared:

"The dead are refining their bodies underground, with their claws and hair growing, and their bodies are as if they are alive. The art of enlightenment after a long period of time..."

The more you look down, the more serious Zhang Yang's face becomes.

This is clearly explaining the reasons for the formation of zombies and the powerful methods of cultivating.

Zhang Yang was heartbroken.

Even if you become a zombie, being a powerful zombie will definitely be much more enjoyable than being a weak zombie!

"No matter whether it is true or false! I'll try practicing first!"

After making up his mind, Zhang Yang looked up at the surrounding environment first.

This is a gloomy and empty cave, dark and humid, with obvious poor ventilation.

Fortunately, the area is large enough, and more than a dozen zombie companions jump around here, and it doesn't seem crowded.

Just as Zhang Yang was thinking about whether to say hello to them, he saw these companions jumping out "dongdongdongdong" as if they had agreed.

Zhang Yang's heart moved and he jumped out.

The entrance of the cave is long and narrow and wet, with only the sound of "dongdong" footsteps echoing.

The outside is full of various mountain vines and shrubs, which play a good role in covering up.

After leaving the cave, my eyes suddenly became clear.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the faint clouds around it look like blue smoke.

The smoke and bright moon did not weaken the moonlight.

The moonlight is still bright, making the whole world hazy.

Surrounded by mountains, strange rocks, rocks, thunders, dangerous peaks, and stunning postures.

The sound of beast roars came from the mountains, adding a bit of desolation.

Just at the right time, a fairy in white stepped on a flying sword and turned into a stream of light to pass through the sky.

The light shirt is fluttering and inviolable.

As if he noticed the situation on the ground, the flowing light speed dropped sharply, and the fairy in white looked down and looked down.

The cave entrance was densely forested, and more than a dozen zombies were standing here like wooden stakes, without any chance. The fairy in white seemed to have not noticed any abnormality, and seemed to have something urgent to do. After hesitating, he continued to move forward.

The world of fairy tale!
To be continued...