Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Alia held her two brothers on both sides and reminded them like adults, “Brother William, Brother Lucas, what are you going to say to Eldest Aunt when you see her later? What if Eldest Aunt doesn’t co with us?”
William and Lucas were silent.
Alia looked back and quickly changed the topic. “Sister flirtatious ghost just said that the coffin was nailed up. I’ll open it later.”
After passing through a long passageway, the three children quickly arrived at the depths of the bomb shelter. This was a relatively open area. The ceiling of the cave was much higher, about three ters. Vines that liked dark environnts crawled all around, and there were all kinds of yellow and red talismans stuck around.
At a glance, there was nothing here.
Lucas thought that the flirtatious ghost was talking about a coffin inside. He didn’t expect it to be buried underground. The mouth of the coffin without a coffin lid was level with the ground
William was inexplicably nervous. He carefully moved towards the coffin. He was about to see his mother. William suddenly didn’t know what to do. What was he going to ask her? Why didn’t she want him and his brother?
He struggled with his emotions. When William finally stood at the edge of the coffin and saw the scene inside, he froze! He subconsciously clenched the talisman in his hand!
Alia took a step back and said in a daze, “This Did Eldest Aunt do sothing bad?” Just now, the flirtatious ghost said that there was a woman lying in the coffin and was nailed up. They did not expect to be nailed up like this! They thought that it was just the coffin lid being nailed up! However, the person in front of them was nailed into the coffin by nails!
Alia felt that her palm hurt when she looked at it. Why was this happening
At this mont, the eyes in the coffin moved and began to roar again. As she roared, she tried her best to pull her palm out! The nails nailed to her palm were deeply embedded in her flesh as she exerted strength. As she struggled, the nails grated on her bones and made cracking sounds. The woman did not seem to feel any pain. Her face was numb, and only a trace of obsession could be vaguely seen in her eyes.
William’s eyes turned red.
William had thought of many scenarios when he first t his mother. He had thought of her in a sorry state and working sowhere to earn a living. He had thought of her cold face, disowning them, and impatiently telling them to get lost. He had also thought of her imdiately flattering them when she found out that they were Waltons. However, he had never thought that it would be like this How long had she been nailed here? Had she always been here?
In the coffin, Ling’s palm used too much strength, and her ten fingers spasd. Then, she drooped weakly, as if she had tried thousands of tis, but in the end, it was all in vain
Ling, who had returned to a dead silence, stared straight ahead without moving or blinking. She looked very terrifying and did not look like a living person at all. There was sothing squirming under her clothes. Combined with her nailed body, she looked strange and terrifying.
William asked in a trembling voice, “Is she still alive?”
A voice floated in. “If you say she’s alive, she’s technically alive, but if you say she’s dead, she’s also technically dead. She’s a living dead.” Elr, who was wearing a white robe, ca in from outside and said to Alia first, “Don’t worry, your father and that Uncle Honest are fine.” Honest, who had lost Alia, was looking for Alex in the wilderness. As for Alex, he didn’t need to worry.
Alia let go of her worries and asked, “Master, what is a living dead?”
Elr glanced at Ling in the coffin and said, “Over in Haiti, there’s a type of person who calls themselves witches. They’re descendants of the Witch God. They’re good at making sothing called zombie powder. When used on living people, it will make them lose their will, their bodies stiffen, and they won’t be able to think. They won’t feel tired, and they won’t feel pain when they’re injured. They’re like zombies. They’re undying and indestructible. They’re treated as slaves by sorcerers and work for them.”
William was stunned. “Is this a legend from a long ti ago?”
Elr: “Sort of, but there is indeed the lineage of the Witch God, but the real orthodox Witch God has long disappeared. The zombie powder that those people studied is more likely to be a ntal dicine that numbs the human nerves. Of course, this is only my guess.” Most zombies nowadays were artificially created, but until now, no one understood how they were created, so they were not sure if anyone had inherited so of the sorcerer’s thods.
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