Collection of strange powers and chaotic gods

Chapter 239 Money-greedy zombies

Once upon a time, there was a scholar named Wang in Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province. He had been receiving student subsidies from the government for many years, but he had never passed the exam.

There was a wealthy family in a nearby village and they invited him to be a private school teacher.

When Wang went to that family's house, he saw that the house that was going to be used as a school was low, small, and damp, so he asked the owner if the environment was not suitable for studying and that it needed to be repaired.

As the saying goes: Phoenix flies towards the parasol tree, and wealth comes to the rich. Rich people generally have better luck.

Just when the master was preparing to renovate the school, he heard good news.

More than a mile away from their home, there was a new house for sale.

The owner thought that it would take a lot of manpower and material resources to renovate the old house, so he simply bought the new house, which could be used as a school and for Wang to live.

It is convenient for rich people to do things easily, so they quickly find the right person and buy the house.

Thinking that Wang has already arrived and bought a new house, I won't find another place for him to live.

It’s just that the house I just bought has not been cleaned at all. I can only say apologetically to Wang: "This new house has not been tidied up yet. The students and the boys who serve you will not be able to come to the school tomorrow morning. I can only make do with it." Now, I’ve been sleeping here alone all night, I wonder if sir will be scared?”

Wang was conceited and bold, and besides, this was a new house, so he replied carelessly: "I am a grown man, what should I be afraid of sleeping in?"

So, the owner asked the bookboy to take Wang's luggage, and also prepared a tea set for him, and took him to the new house.

After Wang entered, he looked around in each room and felt that it was still early to go to bed, so he walked to the door again for a walk.

It was already night, and the moonlight outside was bright, shining everywhere as bright as day.

While Wang was admiring the moonlight, he inadvertently saw a faint flash of fire at the foot of the mountain not far away.

I couldn't help but be curious: I came here before it was dark, and I didn't see any people there?

Wang was taking a walk anyway, and driven by curiosity, he rushed to the place where the bright light appeared to check.

After getting closer, I discovered that there was a white wooden coffin placed there, and the light came from the inside of the coffin.

Wang thought to himself: "Is this the legendary will-o'-the-wisp? But I heard that the color of the will-o'-the-wisp should be green. This fire is slightly red, could it be the jewelery of gold and silver? ?”

He couldn't help but recall a story recorded in "The Wisdom Tank" (a collection of wisdom stories compiled by Feng Menglong, a famous writer in the Ming Dynasty):

There were once a few robbers who, when pursued by the government, dressed in mourning clothes and pretended to be attending a funeral. They buried the coffins they had obtained from who knows where outside the city.

After the policemen came after them, they felt something strange: How could the robber go to the funeral when he was running for his life?

So they dug up the grave and found that the coffin contained gold, silver and jewelry stolen by the robbers.

When Wang thought about it, he couldn't help but secretly get excited: Could this coffin also be filled with gold and silver?

However, Wang felt that as a scholar, such greed for ill-gotten gains was an insult to his elegance.

Feeling ashamed in my heart, I turned around and wanted to go back to sleep.

After just a few steps, I still couldn't bear it anymore and comforted myself: I'm not a great saint. This property in the wilderness must be a gift from God for my ancestors' good deeds! If I don’t take it, wouldn’t I be living up to God’s gift?

Wang looked around again and saw that there was no one there, so he felt even more at ease that he could just take it away without anyone noticing.

So, Wang picked up a stone from the ground, knocked off the nails on the coffin, and pushed the coffin cover from behind.

Suddenly I saw a corpse inside, lifelike and not decomposed.

The corpse had a purple face, a hemp crown on its head, straw sandals on its feet, and a bulging abdomen. It was unknown what kind of burial object it was.

According to the custom in Zhejiang, as long as the parents are still alive and the child dies first, this is the usual practice.

When Wang saw that it was not the gold and silver he had imagined, he was shocked and retreated hurriedly.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he took a step back, the body in the coffin suddenly moved; when he took a step back, the body actually jumped out of the coffin.

Knowing that this was a fake corpse, Wang was immediately frightened and ran back with all his strength.

The zombie was also chasing after him desperately.

Wang ran into the new house, ran upstairs without looking back, closed the door, and unbolted the door. Only then did he feel that his legs were weak and he had to lean against the wall to stand.

Wang leaned against the wall and kept breathing. After a while, his breath calmed down slightly.

After a while, he couldn't hear any movement outside and guessed that the zombie might have left.

So he went to the window, opened it and looked out.

Unexpectedly, the zombie was still outside, looking up with his head raised.

When the zombie saw the window suddenly opened, he looked very happy and wanted to jump in from the outside.

Wang was so frightened that he quickly closed the window again.

The zombie kept knocking on the door outside, but couldn't get into the house.

The zombie suddenly screamed loudly.

After three blasts, all the doors and windows opened, as if someone was opening them for them.

The zombie walked into the house and walked upstairs.

Wang could not escape, and had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to pick up a wooden stick and wait at the top of the stairs, ready to fight the zombies.

As soon as the zombie came up, Wang immediately hit him with all his strength with a stick.

The zombie was caught off guard and was hit on the shoulder by Wang's stick. He staggered and all the silver ingots hanging on his body were scattered on the ground.

The zombie quickly bent down to pick it up.

Wang took advantage of its bending down, ran up behind it, used all his strength to push, pushed the zombie down, and rolled downstairs.

Wang quickly closed the doors and windows again.

Not long after, I heard the crowing of cocks in the distance, but the zombies outside no longer moved.

It was not until dawn the next morning that Wang dared to go out to check.

I saw that the zombie had injured his leg bone and was lying on the ground, motionless.

Wang then called a group of neighbors living nearby to carry the zombie out and burn it on a pile of firewood.

Looking at the zombies that turned to ashes, Wang sighed: "I invited zombies upstairs because of my greed for money; the zombies were burned because of their greed for money! Ghosts can't be greedy for money, let alone humans?"