When the coffin was opened halfway, I gasped in shock; unlike the skeletal remains I had imagined, there was a person lying inside, intact.
The person in the coffin appeared to be around fifty years old, with a somewhat blackened complexion. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his fingernails were about seven or eight centimeters long, pitch black, many times darker than his face.
The reason I gasped was not because the person in the coffin had turned into a zombie. My surprise stemmed from the sight of noodles near the corner of the person's mouth.
Yes, noodles. Do zombies eat noodles? Wouldn't that be a major discovery? If my master and seniors heard about this, they would definitely accuse me of spouting nonsense.
Isn't that how people are, though? When it comes to the unknown, most would deem it nonexistent, much like the often-mentioned entity—ghosts!
