Night of Terror

　　Zombies? Three Zombies? What is Philip talking about? This is my grandfather and parents, what does it have to do with Zombies?

　　Philip saw that my face was unhappy and hurriedly explained that those three corpses he dug up in that deep forest looked exactly like the people in the photo.

　　'Bullshit, how can that be!'

　　I pointed at my grandfather in the photo and said, 'That's my grandfather, who only left the house yesterday, and you're actually saying he's some kind of deep forest corpse?'

　　'He's old Mr Rhett?' Philip looked at his grandad in the photo thoughtfully, his brow furrowed.

　　Just at this time, the gloomy wind was getting bigger and bigger, the doors and windows could no longer be closed tightly, blowing and snapping, there was a whistling wind outside, sounding like a ghost's cry, and there were a lot of dark shadows sprawled by the windows, not like people or animals when you looked closely, a little bit oozy.

　　I was so scared that my back was covered in cold sweat, and I hurriedly asked Philip not to mention anything else first, and to take care of these 'dirty things' before, as long as I don't die, Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts, I'll definitely do it for him.

　　'Okay, it's a deal, as long as I don't die, I'll make sure you're safe.' Philip said as he pulled out a stack of yellow talismans from his shoulder bag and then stuck them on top of the doors and windows respectively.

　　This time, the gloomy wind could no longer blow in, and there was no movement outside after closing the doors and windows, except that there were still many dark shadows hovering outside.

　　Philip said, Ghost Festival ghost gate is wide open, the evil spirits have been hungry for a year, they will not leave easily, they must try their best to eat me.

　　I said why don't I burn something for them, so they will leave when they are satisfied?

　　Philip shook his head and said it's no use, unknown unknown, they can't receive what I burn, and there are so many ghosts, there is not enough to share, the only way is not to go out, hold out here until dawn.

　　This will have to hold out until when, and it looks like it will be twelve o'clock, the ghosts outside seem to be more and more, the black shadows have been reflected in the window with a wall like, I also heard crying, very sharp, very eerie, with the needle like a stabbing pain in my ears, in a trance, I seem to see my grandfather come back, and there is a kind of impulse to go to open the door.

　　Philip immediately forced open my mouth and then shoved in a copper coin for me to hold.

　　The coin was smelly and salty, just that disgusting coppery smell, and I was almost about to throw up.

　　But strangely enough, after holding the coin, the crying disappeared, and I was much calmer.

　　Philip said that this is a copper coin that has been enchanted and enlightened, and that holding it can calm the mind and ward off evil spirits, and those ghosts wanted to disturb my mind and make me hallucinate to open the door.

　　Philip really is the master, if not for him, I think I would have died, how can I hold out until now, grandpa was right, he may really save my life.

　　Holding on until twelve o'clock, Philip's face became ugly, his eyebrows wrinkled into eights and muttered, 'Bad, I've never seen so many ghosts in my life.'

　　I couldn't see much through the doors and windows, but I could feel that the tattoo parlour was now like an ice cave, extremely chilly and biting, and it was summer! Outside has no idea how many eerie ghosts surrounded, anyway, the black side, there are a lot of with the gecko like lying on the window, through the glass window can see a few pale twisted face, like rotting mincemeat crowded on the window.

　　The doors and windows were shivering, and the yellow talismans were beginning to spark, as if they could no longer quell the ghosts outside.

　　'How many are coming, out here?' I gulped and nervously asked towards Philip.

　　'About an estimate, there are a thousand!' Philip's face became increasingly ugly.

　　One thousand? A thousand ghosts surrounding the house?

　　I couldn't speak with my mouth wide open, my back, and forehead were covered in cold sweat.

　　At this time, there was a sudden bang, the yellow talisman on the door blew up like a balloon, and then turned into ash, a terrible gloomy wind blew the door open.

　　At this time I saw that the outside was surrounded by densely packed black shadows, just like countless walls, a weird face was smiling at me.

　　'Oh no!' Philip exclaimed, immediately twirling his hands, his left hand carrying a bell and began to recite the incantation, but in the face of so many ghosts, his face was extremely ugly, I'm afraid that the chances of winning were not very good, looking at him like this, I also thumped in my heart.

　　Just at this time, a figure that I am familiar with appeared, and grandpa ... came back!

　　Grandpa did not come in, but closed the door outside, and instructed Philip: 'I'll trouble you to protect my grandson for one night, don't go out!'

　　Philip didn't reply, but looked at my grandpa's face in shock and muttered, 'There's no mistake, it's one of those three Zombies, but why ...'

　　As if, again, there was something he couldn't figure out, his brows knitted in contemplation.

　　I called my grandfather, but the grandfather outside did not respond, he just loudly drank: 'The mistakes made by my grandson Roger, by me Rhett a person back, if you dare to touch a hair of my grandson, a thousand ghosts and ten thousand phantoms will definitely make you ashes.'

　　Grandpa's words fell, all of a sudden the outside was quiet, the gloomy wind also stopped, and there was no movement for more than an hour, as if the ghosts had all gone away.

　　I carefully pulled open the door crack to take a look, and found that all the black shadows outside had indeed disappeared, and there was only one person standing not far from the door, and horrifyingly, that person's head was gone, and there was blood all over the floor, and his upper body clothes were torn and tattered, revealing a large tattoo on his back.

　　'Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin tattoos! And they're also each with five claws, and they're all black dragons!' Philip exclaimed, his expression astonished.

　　As we all know, Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin tattoo is the first taboo of tattooing, tattooing a dragon is bad enough, but also four-clawed, five-clawed dragons are not hard, surely woe and disaster.

　　Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin that's nine dragons ah, which person's fate can afford to back? Ancient emperors claimed to be the son of heaven do not dare to tattoo.

　　Dragon tattoo also has a taboo, that is, any dragon can be tattooed, can not be tattooed black dragon, because the black dragon is an evil dragon!

　　But this person is good, not only tattooed Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, but also strip are five-clawed dragon, and is the legendary black evil dragon! How can we not be surprised?

　　How good is this guy's destiny, how hard is he to get a tattoo, otherwise it would be suicide!

　　Philip was studying the tattoo, but I knelt down with a thud, and then cried out in grief, 'Grandpa!'

　　Even though it was the body's back to us, I recognised instantly that it was definitely my grandfather!

　　I ... I killed my own grandfather? I ...

　　Tears had already blurred my eyes, my heart seemed to have been pierced by a thousand needles, the pain was incomparable, looking at the headless body in the darkness of the night, my body trembled with grief.

　　'Don't cry, grandpa is not dead!' Suddenly, that headless corpse said something that made both Philip and I open our mouths wide in fear.

　　How can a person speak without a head? Even though it was my grandpa, it was eerie and made my cold hairs stand on end.