The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

At that moment, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of heavy, slow footsteps. A group of zombies approached slowly from a distance. Ying Xuan held her breath and clung to the wall, not daring to move. Her eyes were fixed on the walking corpses, observing their every move. Soon, another group of zombies approached from another direction, joining the previous group and heading towards an unknown destination.

Ying Ni secretly pondered, deciding to follow the zombies and uncover the secrets hidden behind this mysterious place. She silently followed the zombies, traversing a series of winding paths. The zombies seemed to have a clear goal in mind, advancing at a leisurely pace until they finally arrived at a massive tomb entrance.

In the square before the tomb, zombies began to gather. From three separate passages, more zombies poured out, merging into this sea of ​​death. Hiding in the shadows, Ying Ni witnessed this horrifying scene. She knew some unspeakable secret lay hidden here, and she must tread carefully to uncover the mystery and discover the deepest truth of this desolate land.

Ying Ni hid in a dark corner, her gaze sharp as a blazing torch as she watched the zombies gradually gather in the square. These walking corpses gathered one by one, moving silently but exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. Their twisted forms, illuminated by the bright moonlight, seemed eerie, like messengers from hell, silently awaiting the arrival of some unknown moment.

At this tense moment, a distinctive figure suddenly emerged from the ranks of zombies. It was a millennium-old zombie, its presence seemingly even more ancient and eerie than its brethren. It began a strange ritual dance, its limbs stiff yet seemingly following a mysterious rhythm. The sounds it emitted, "He... He... He... He...", like the unique language of zombies, were deep and piercing, echoing across the empty square. All the zombies behind him echoed the same sound, as if responding to some call, and the atmosphere in the square grew increasingly tense and mysterious.

Ying Ni frowned as she tried to decipher the mysterious ritual. Was this some kind of sacrifice? A guess flashed through her mind, but she wasn't sure. As the ritual dance progressed, the atmosphere in the square grew increasingly tense and mysterious. Suddenly, the tightly closed tomb door slowly opened, and a wisp of thick miasma escaped from the crack, slowly spreading like a ghost in the darkness. The zombies seemed to sense a call, becoming even more excited, emitting high and piercing cries. The entire square seemed to have transformed into a terrifying stage, performing a supernatural ritual.

Ying Ni held her breath, knowing this could be the key to solving the mystery. She moved cautiously, making no sound, lest she alert the zombies immersed in their mysterious ritual. Her eyes were fixed on the thousand-year-old zombie, searching for clues in his every movement. Her heart raced, the tension making it nearly impossible to breathe, but she knew that only by observing and understanding the zombies' behavior could she find the path to the truth.

As the ritual progressed, Ying Ni began to notice subtle details. The zombies seemed to be following ancient rules, their every movement imbued with profound meaning. She began to suspect that these zombies were more than just mindless corpses, but perhaps there was an ancient wisdom hidden behind their actions. Ying Ni decided to observe more closely, believing that if she could decipher the zombies' secrets, she could uncover the deepest truths of this desolate land.

The tomb door finally swung open, as if a page of history had been turned. The dusty stone door rustled with a heavy grinding sound, as if telling a thousand-year-old secret. From the cracks in the tomb door, a suffocating chill emanated, like the breath of another world, cold and mysterious.

Upon seeing this, the Millennium Zombie immediately ceased its movements, its rigid body frozen in an instant. A flicker of fear seemed to flash through its hollow eye sockets, and then a mighty roar erupted from within, shocking everyone. The sound of chains rattling followed, as if the chained monster were struggling, trying to break free, echoing with the resounding sound of metal clashing.

The thousand-year-old zombie seemed to want to enter the tomb to help, but as soon as it approached, it was struck back by a dazzling light, as if struck by an invisible force. It landed among the zombies, stirring up a cloud of dust, and the other zombies retreated, not daring to approach. Ying Ni saw clearly that it was a forbidden power set by a great Buddhist. The light contained a sacred and inviolable majesty, like a guardian, forbidding any intrusion.

Another roar echoed from the tomb, a voice filled with rage and resentment. The thousand-year-old zombie, without even a moment to check his injuries, trembled and knelt facing the tomb, kowtowed repeatedly, as if submitting to some supreme being. The other zombies followed suit, kneeling and kowtowing relentlessly. The entire scene was filled with solemnity and fear, as if performing a silent pilgrimage.

Ying Ni was filled with curiosity. She wanted to know who was sealed here, the one who could so frighten these ferocious zombies. Who was the existence in the tomb?

Deep within the ancient tomb, a massive, sealed being seemed to be experiencing an unprecedented struggle. Its movements grew increasingly violent, accompanied by the creaking of the ground and the clanging of chains, echoing through the empty chamber. These sounds were eerie. The very air within the tomb seemed to grow heavy with these violent movements, as if even time had stood still, leaving one with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Ying Ni stood quietly in the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a hint of vigilance and curiosity. Her gaze scanned the kneeling zombies, their movements growing increasingly violent, as if struggling to break free from some invisible bondage. Ying Ni took a deep breath and took cautious steps. She had to pass through the zombies to reach the tightly closed tomb door. She knew this was a battle with the unknown, a challenge to fate.

She glided lightly through the horde of zombies, each step cautious, fearing to disturb these ominous beings. Finally, she reached the open tomb entrance. She carefully examined the ancient stone doors on either side, each inscribed with mysterious runes. Ying Ni extended a finger and tentatively poked behind the door. Her heartbeat quickened, but to her surprise, the legendary forbidden force did not attack her. Her finger smoothly passed through the invisible barrier, as if the restriction ignored her, and she felt a strange sense of relief.

A smile of relief crossed Ying Ni's face. Without further hesitation, she extended a hand and cautiously crossed the barrier. Then, with a lightness of spirit, she passed through the mysterious boundary, as if she and the ancient tomb shared some unspoken connection. She knew she was about to uncover a long-forgotten history, and it all began with this courageous step.