Chapter 58 Thunder falls
A strong wind suddenly arose, and the big trees swayed with the wind.

Wow!
Raindrops as big as beans came in an instant, and Zhang Chu was soaked like a drowned chicken.

“It’s actually raining!”

Zhang Chu was in disbelief. It was sunny during the day and starry sky at night, but heavy rain came suddenly.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and covered the glutinous rice with a tarpaulin, otherwise the glutinous rice would have gotten wet.

Looking at the faint firelight ahead, Zhang Chu continued to drive the donkey cart forward in the wind and rain.

It was not far from the camping site of Taoist Qianhe and his group, and Zhang Chu arrived soon.

"who?"

A group of people who were in a panic saw a donkey cart coming under the rain, and they immediately became alert. Several guards even drew the steel knives at their waists.

"It's you!"

Chief Steward Wu, who was commanding everyone, saw Zhang Chu's face. He was shocked at first, and then became angry.

Those guards looked at Zhang Chu with murderous intent - they had not forgotten that Zhang Chu had killed one of their brothers!

"Why do you want to compete again?"

Zhang Chu looked at the people in front of him with a smile.

Those guards and Chief Steward Wu didn't dare to say anything at all. They had already seen the submachine gun in Zhang Chu's hand.

With the submachine guns, it was impossible for just a few of them to rush through.

"Quick, close the coffin!"

While the confrontation was still going on, Taoist Qianhe's slightly anxious voice rang out over there, "Don't let the ink line on the coffin be washed away by the rain."

"Yes, Master!"

His disciples quickly went to look for a sunshade.

During the day, I never thought it would rain, so I took down the sunshade, hoping to suppress the corpse gas with the sunlight.

Unexpectedly, it rained at night.

If the ink line was dispersed, zombies would immediately come out of the coffin and few people present would survive.

"What are you still doing here?"

Zhang Chu glanced at Chief Wu and the others who were still confronting him, "When the zombie comes out of the coffin, only those Taoist priests will survive, and you will all be blood food for the zombie."

Several guards looked at each other, and felt a chill in their hearts: they naturally knew how terrifying the old prince was.

"Don't you know?"

Zhang Chu looked at the guards who seemed to be waiting for Chief Wu's order. He said with a smile, "After the zombie comes out of the coffin, the first thing it looks for is the bloodline of its own family. Only after sucking the blood of its own family can it be considered complete."

"And it's a fight to the death!"

"By then, your little prince will be dead!"

"Hurry up and go!"

Chief Steward Wu finally understood, his eyes filled with fear. If the young prince died, he would not be able to survive.

Several people quickly ran over to help Taoist Qianhe and the others.

Zhang Chu looked at the copper-horned golden coffin, the panicked little prince standing beside him, and the anxious Chief Steward Wu, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that the person who asked them to escort the royal zombies did it on purpose?

Let the royal zombie's own son follow, and after he comes out of the coffin, he can immediately suck the blood of his own bloodline. At that time, the royal family will have an extra trump card in their hands.

A bronze-armored corpse, and it has the potential to advance into a gold-armored corpse. How terrifying is that?
It goes without saying that the royal zombies must have been extremely powerful when they were alive.

Otherwise, it would not be possible for the corpse to transform into a bronze-armored corpse just now.

According to Zhang Chu's estimation, the royal zombie's strength when he was alive was at least on the same level as the Fire Cloud Evil God.

Seeing those people in a panic, Zhang Chu also walked over.

"Taoist Priest!"

Zhang Chu looked at Taoist Qianhe and said, "You better be careful!"

"How did you come?"

Taoist Qianhe looked at Zhang Chu with a hint of doubt.

Previously, he had been busy with the copper-horned golden coffin, and had not seen Zhang Chu at all.

Zhang Chu smiled and said, "How could I not come?"

Qianhe fell silent immediately. He knew what kind of martial arts Zhang Chu was practicing, so he naturally understood how tempting a powerful zombie would be to Zhang Chu.

"not to mention,"

Zhang Chu looked at the shaking coffin and said, "Is the zombie about to get out of the coffin?"

Even though Taoist Qianhe reacted quickly, the ink line was still dispersed and was no longer able to suppress the zombies.

At this moment, the copper-horned golden coffin was shaking constantly.

The royal zombie is about to break out of the coffin.

Taoist Qianhe did not say anything. He simply left Zhang Chu aside and walked towards the copper-horned golden coffin.

I want to suppress the royal zombies again.

Unfortunately, the weather is not good!
Before he reached the bronze-horned golden coffin, a flash of lightning illuminated the surrounding area.

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion in the sky, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed on the copper-horned golden coffin.

Metal itself is conductive, and now it was struck by lightning. Countless blue arcs of lightning completely enveloped the golden coffin.

It seemed that the zombie in the golden coffin was suppressed by the lightning and became motionless.

After seeing this scene, Taoist Qianhe finally relaxed a lot.

Heavenly thunder is the nemesis of evil things. When zombies are struck by heavenly thunder, their strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.

"God really helps me!"

Taoist Qianhe shouted.

"God help me?"

Zhang Chu sneered and said, "God is helping you?"

May God help you die!

If the zombie dies when the golden coffin is struck by lightning, all will be over.

If he doesn't die, then we'll be in trouble.

When a bolt of lightning strikes from the sky, it is like the zombie has gone through a thunder tribulation. After it recovers, it will only become even more terrifying.

It already has the strength of a bronze-armored corpse, and maybe, after it recovers, it will have the might of a silver-armored corpse.

In fact, what Zhang Chu thought was right. The copper-horned golden coffin that had just settled down began to tremble again.

After the lightning strike, the golden coffin could no longer suppress the royal zombies inside.

"Southeast, northwest!"

Seeing this scene, Taoist Qianhe also reacted, and immediately jumped up and landed on the coffin, suppressing the zombie from coming out of the coffin. His face was extremely solemn, "Set up the formation!"

He knew in his heart that if the zombies were allowed to come out of the coffin, they might not be able to escape alive.

In particular, the direct bloodline of the royal zombies is here!

If it devours the blood of its own relatives, no one will be able to control it.

After hearing this, the four disciples of Taoist Qianhe immediately took off the ropes they had used for sacrifices and began to set up the formation.

And what about Zhang Chu?

He had no intention of sitting idle, so he directly lifted the tarpaulin on the donkey cart.

He simply cut open the bags of glutinous rice and scattered them around.

Soon, the entire camp was covered with glutinous rice spread by Zhang Chu, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of glutinous rice.

Even if the zombie comes out of the coffin, the first thing it will face will be the glutinous rice on the ground.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of a coffin breaking, Taoist Qianhe, who was standing on the coffin, was pushed away.

Under the lightning strike, the royal zombie came out of the coffin!

(End of this chapter)