"Eh, what's that smell? Why does it smell so bad?”
As the iron door was opened, not only did a cold wind blow on the cultivator's face, but a moldy and smelly smell also followed.
It was dark inside the iron door. Even with a lantern, he could only see a little.
“Helpme！”
“Helpme！”
......
The hoarse cries for help sounded in the cultivator's ears again. It seemed to have a magical power. The cultivator raised the lantern in his hand and carefully walked into the depths of the iron door.
Da...
Da...
The crisp sound of footsteps slowly sounded in the dark room, and the cries for help seemed to be getting closer and closer.
"Who is it? How strange!"
The cultivator walked forward curiously.
Soon, the cultivator arrived at the deepest part of the secret room. An unexpected scene appeared before his eyes.
He saw a western priest in a black monk robe lying in front of him. There was a huge cross on his back.
From the looks of it, the cross on the top floor of the church had broken off and fallen off, coincidentally stabbing into the back of the Western priest.
And this western priest died on the spot.
"Sigh, you're also a pitiful person! May God bless you!"
He looked at the priest lying on the ground with the huge cross on his body.
The cultivator couldn't bear to do so. Then, he put the lantern in his hand aside and slowly grabbed the huge cross.
Whoosh.
The cultivator exerted a little strength and the cross was slowly pulled up.
But what he didn't notice was that the Western priest who was lying down slowly opened his eyes.
A pair of terrifying scarlet eyes gradually lit up the dark room. Not only that, but two fangs were also gradually growing longer.
Puff!
The cultivator exerted force and the huge cross was instantly pulled out.
Then, a roar sounded. The western priest instantly soared into the sky and turned into a huge figure, pouncing on the cultivator.
Ah!
A miserable cry sounded in the dark room, but no one noticed the slightest problem.
The other priests and monks in the church were still in a daze. They had no idea that a Western zombie that had been sleeping for many years had woken up in the dark room.
......
"Reporting to Commander Ye, there was a murder in the church. A cultivator was found dead in the courtyard this morning.”
Early in the morning, Ye Tian was having breakfast with Baby Feng when a soldier came in to report the situation.
"It's still here!"
Ye Tian nodded, turning to the soldier and ordering,"
"Lead a group of people to buy garlic from the villagers in the town. Buy as much as you can. Do you hear me?"
"I heard you clearly!"
Although he didn't understand why Ye Tian wanted them to buy garlic from the villagers, the soldier didn't hesitate and left the General's Mansion.
"Ye Tian, you're dead, why did you buy garlic? We can't eat it!"
Baby Feng's mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, her cheeks puffed up as she looked at Ye Tian curiously.
"Ha, you'll know when the time comes!”
Ye Tian looked tenderly at Baby Feng, then lifted the glass of milk to her lips."
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry. No one is snatching it from you!”
"Mm, alright!"
Puff puff…
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