Chapter 388 Black and Red Coffin!

"Red cinnabar water?" Wang Dali was stunned. He didn't expect there was such a thing, but he nodded, "Okay! As long as it's red and can be used for writing!"

"Give it to me."

As he said that, he asked for the red cinnabar water from the property staff. At the same time, he handed over three hundred yuan. After all, property management also costs money.

"It's okay."

"You can go."

He waved his hand, indicating that these people could leave.

"Click!"

"Click!"

After the property staff left, Wang Dali, carrying a bucket of red cinnabar water, walked forward slowly, stood on his parking space, then picked up a brush, took some red cinnabar water, bent over, and began to write on the ground.

"Whoever parks the car here again will die!"

Ten bright red characters, two in a row, arranged in five rows, appeared on Wang Dali's parking space.

While writing, Wang Dali kept muttering, "Don't you all like to park your car here? I wonder who will dare to do it again in the future!"

"Stop if you are not afraid of death!"

Wang Dali did this just as a prank, to scare people, and the bright red characters did look a bit scary in this already gloomy underground parking lot.

Wang Dali was not satisfied with his idleness, and at the end, he drew a blood-red skull in the last free space, which was particularly hideous.

"Tap!"

"Tap!"

But he didn't notice that his words written with cinnabar were constantly emitting a trace of cinnabar.

Some of these auras began to turn into steam and sublimate in the air. Some of them continued to penetrate along the lime ground.

The sublimated in the air turned into gas and dissipated, while those that penetrated the ground continued to sink. The most important thing was that the speed of penetration, which was originally only slow, suddenly became faster.

Originally, it might not penetrate one meter in five or six hours, but in just thirty seconds, it penetrated more than ten meters deep. It seems that there is a huge suction force attracting them from below.

If Ning Tianlin were here, he would find that the red cinnabars that are going down are surrounded by black gas, which is cold and piercing. It is these black gases that are rolling and pulling the red cinnabars down!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

More than ten meters below, there was originally a boundless darkness and cold and damp soil. Especially when the cinnabar aura just appeared above, a black gas began to spread in this boundless darkness.

Just when the black gas slowly rose, the surrounding space suddenly burst into a red and yellow intertwined light, intertwined like a big net, trying to wrap up the black gas.

But unfortunately, perhaps because of the long time, there are one or two small holes on these lights, and these strands of black gas drilled out from these small holes.

The red cinnabar above was rolled down by the escaping black gas.

"Tap!"

"Tap!"

Soon, the cinnabar that had seeped in came to the red and yellow mixed light, but just as the cinnabar dripped into the light, the originally radiant light suddenly became silent.

And then, three yellow talismans with red runes painted on them slowly appeared.

If someone who knows the business is here, they will find that these three talismans have lost their effect. Because they are painted with cinnabar according to a specific painting method.

But now, the cinnabar that fell on them broke the original painting trajectory!

Talismans are a very profound subject. Every stroke and every stroke has fixed requirements. It cannot be too long or too short. Especially for advanced talismans, an extra small dot can make them lose their effect!

And now these three talismans are like this!

The cinnabar that just fell destroyed their effectiveness, as if several strokes were added to the original trajectory!

As the light faded, a black-red object more than two meters long and about one meter high and wide appeared under the three talismans! Although there was mud all around, all the Chinese people here could recognize that this black object was a coffin!

Under the three talismans was a black-red coffin! These three talismans were attached to the lid of the coffin! One each in the front, middle and back!

"Boom!"

At the same time, a shrunken body in the coffin, wearing Qing Dynasty official uniform, opened its eyes when the light faded!

These eyes were cold and brutal, without any human breath, and the skin of the body had no elasticity at all. It was completely shrunken, just like it was wrapped around the bones, and its nails, although pointed and long, were bumpy and uneven.

Especially at this moment, the continuous black gas spread around it. The black gas that just spread out and pulled the cinnabar to penetrate was this thing!

Zombie!

No one knew that there was a coffin and a zombie hidden more than ten meters below the underground garage!

And judging from the antiquity of this zombie, it was no worse than the primary zombie that Ning Tianlin had become after drinking a bottle of low-level zombie potion in the coffin that day. It was even much stronger!

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The moment the zombie opened his eyes, the coffin began to shake constantly, as if it was about to explode. The zombie even stretched out his straight arms to hold up the coffin lid, trying to overturn it.

It's just that everything above, left and right is squeezed by the soil. Perhaps it's because it has just woken up and has been sealed for too many years, and its strength is far from being restored. This zombie cannot be pushed at all!

The coffin shook and then stopped.

Hundreds of years of seal consumption have greatly reduced the strength of this zombie.

"Wow!"

However, this zombie did not give up. Instead, he controlled the black energy around his body, which was the corpse energy he had accumulated for hundreds of years, and slowly overflowed towards Wang Dali above.

"Ha ha!"

"Let me see, none of you will dare to park your car in my parking space from now on!"

"Whoever stops here will die!"

"snort!"

Wang Dali, who had drunk a lot at this moment, felt that writing this was really a relief. He didn't believe that someone dared to steal his parking space after he said such curse words!

If you don’t want to die, try it!

"Okay, park the car, go home and go to bed!"

Wang Dali thought, putting aside the bucket full of cinnabar he was holding, then got into his car, started it, drove slowly, and parked in his parking space.

It's just that he drank a lot of wine and didn't seem to notice that the words he wrote, "Whoever parks the car here again will die" didn't seem to write, "Except him!"

At this moment, his car was directly above these big red characters!