Chapter 173 Zombies?!
Boom!dong dong!

In a corner of the Raphael Cemetery, a muffled knocking sound was heard from a new-looking tomb, as if someone was unwilling to leave like this and was pushing open the door separating life and death!
Suddenly, the stone slab sealing the tomb was flipped over by a huge force, and a slightly pale hand stretched out from the soil!
Wow! The fresh soil slid off Leonard's body, and the "midnight poet" crawled out of the soil in a daze and sat up. His memory still lingered on himself whispering to the old man's name, an unknown girl's crazy dance... and death.

Dead... How could I be resurrected in broad daylight? Didn't the captain ask a priest to help me rest my soul? !
Old man! That’s right!
"Old man! Old man!" He didn't have time to think about the strange scene of his resurrection from the dead, and immediately called out in his heart and out loud!
Hiss! Cough cough! He shouted and realized that his voice was so hoarse... It seems that he will never be able to recite poetry again. I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing...

"The old man should be gone, right? I hope he didn't die with me..."

Leonard sighed, and then he unbuttoned his clothes with his stiff hands, looking at his left chest. He saw a complete, bright red heart beating vigorously in the wound pierced by the ice spear, sending blood to all parts of the body...

The muscles around the wound were purplish blue, but they were slowly... moving? Healing? How is that possible! Weren't they already frozen to death by the low temperature of the ice spear...

Leonard pulled open his shirt suddenly and tried to put his head close to his chest, wanting to carefully observe the situation inside. However, due to his stiff body, his center of gravity tilted forward and he was unable to adjust in time, and his head hit a hard object heavily!

Boom!
"Ah..." Pales couldn't help it. Why is Leonard so stupid? ! Why is he so stunned? ! Why did he parasitize on him in the first place? Was it fate? The fate horse wasted!
Leonard seemed to be hallucinating. His head was buzzing, but he seemed to hear the old man sighing...

He struggled to stand up with both hands, and when he looked up, he found that he had bumped into a tombstone...

Wait, a tombstone! Leonard looked carefully and saw a black and white photo embedded on the tombstone. The man in the photo was free and easy, with a confident smile on his face... He looked familiar...

Leonard quickly looked down and saw an epitaph under the photo: "A poor poet, but wrote the most beautiful poem and took it far away..."

thump.

Leonard, the "bad poet", sat down again, feeling an overwhelming sadness...

“Ah…! Ah!”

Hoarse and powerless cries echoed in the silent and empty cemetery. Tears blurred Leonard's eyes. Just yesterday he had the best colleagues and the best captain... but suddenly he lost everything. After all, the dead should lie obediently in the tomb and return to the eternal and peaceful night. The return of the dead will only bring fear and trouble to his colleagues.

Bang!

The sound of items falling interrupted Leonard's sadness. Someone is coming? My appearance... He looked in the direction of the voice in a panic, but saw a familiar female figure, wearing a black skirt and black hat, with delicate features. Isn't this the believer of the "True Creator" who helped me deal with Mrs. Sharon yesterday?
"Ah! Mr. Mitchell, is this still a dream? It must be the guidance of the goddess! The goddess felt sorry for me, so she rewarded me with two sweet dreams in a row! Uh, what kind of play is this? To be coquettish, you have to wear mourning clothes? Applicable to men?" After being frightened, Peiman quickly calmed down, showing a playful smile, bent down to pick up the basket that fell on the ground, and strolled towards the bewildered "Midnight Poet" who had just crawled out of the grave.

In Peiman's basket was a foodie-style offering she had brought. It was a piece of cooked pork with a homemade "chopstick" made of branches stuck in it, and two round loaves of bread, all in separate bowls. She very restrainedly placed the bowls of meat and bread in front of Leonard, muttering:

"I wanted to get some paper money to burn for you, but I don't know if the money can be used in the underworld here... Hmm? Not going to the underworld? Oh, right, it's the Kingdom of God, right? Then it's even more useless. I'll print some gold pounds for you later. Just for Qingming Festival. Don't expect me to come at other times. I'm lazy...

"There's no one selling firecrackers here, so I can just save myself this trouble. I don't really like dangerous things like this..."

Peiman raised her head with a light in her eyes and said:

"What is your current setting? A soul? Or a zombie? Uh, there's so much dirt on your body, you must be a zombie, right?
"Hey, the bright moon shines, the cold wind blows through the willow alley~
"Her eyes, her eyes, are like shining stars~"

Leonard froze in his place. He found that he had no idea what the lady was saying. She even started singing! The melody was so quiet, yet it also had a bit of horror in it...

"Uh, it's broad daylight now, you've turned into a zombie? It must have been a dream..." Peiman poked the cooked pork with chopsticks and brought it to Leonard's handsome but muddy face, "Come on, eat it~ I've never encountered a situation where the real person appeared during a worship!"

"..."Dream? So that's it, I was in a dream! People will dream even after they die... Leonard was relieved immediately. Maybe he had a deep impression of this lady before, so he dreamed of her. No, Leonard, she is a believer of the "True Creator"! Even if she saved you...

Gurgle... It would be fine if he didn't see the food, but as soon as he smelled the aroma of the food, Leonard's body immediately sent out a warning and expressed his desire to eat!

Leonard swallowed his saliva. It turned out that even after death, one could still feel hungry in dreams! He opened his mouth as if possessed by a ghost and bit hard at the piece of pork that was too big and not meant for human consumption. It was cooked until it was white.

"Roar! It's a zombie!" Peiman held the chopsticks tightly and let "Zombie Leonard" eat the sacrifice with big mouthfuls, her eyes shining:
"After eating it, it just happened to eat me~ Ouch, I'm so scared~"

Leonard ignored the lady's strange words. With tears in his eyes, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the piece of meat, biting and chewing it with big mouthfuls! Even if it was just boiled in water, even if only a small amount of salt was added, even if it was even undercooked inside, even if it was really unpalatable! Leonard still endured these factors and swallowed it into his stomach, as if he had swallowed the arrogance, failure, regret, and pain in his past life...

"Oh! Don't cry, don't cry. Can zombies cry too?" Peiman threw down the tree branch and chopsticks, put her hands on Leonard's stained face, and comforted him softly.

"Hey, come home with me, let's go home and continue the dream~ do things we haven't done before."

(End of this chapter)