Let's say, Luo Wencheng of Longhu Mountain, Jiang Huanghuang and Xiao Ran suddenly realized under Jiang Bo's words. After cleaning up Da Nang and leaving Longhu Mountain, a group of four people hurried to Maoshan Mountain, which has always been famous for raising corpses, with three corpses. After arriving at Maoshan, Jiang Bo found a local Taoist priest and said that it was his distant expression. Luo Wencheng still trusted Jiang Bo, so he didn't suspect it, so he was relieved to live in the Taoist priest's house, and handed over the three corpses to the Taoist priest and Jiang Bo to fiddle with. He himself took Jiang Huanghuang to wander around Maoshan all day long, or drink happily in the tavern at the bottom of the mountain.

Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Taoist priest = smeared some strange powder on the three corpses every day, and then he shook the bell and led a group of walking corpses he raised down the mountain, not knowing what to do. At first, Luo Wencheng thought that this Taoist priest's ability to drive away zombies was good, and it was very interesting, and he was clamoring every day to let the Taoist priest teach him, but since he dropped the bell and was chased by a group of zombies for ten miles, he no longer dared to touch the rusty bell.

On the tenth day, the three bodies were still lying there, unresponsive. Luo Wencheng was a little anxious, but told him that these three corpses were extraordinary, of course, they were not so easy to control, and told him not to worry, he would definitely be able to do it in no more than seven hundred and forty-nine days. Luo Wencheng didn't know anything about this, so he had to wait patiently and anxiously. It was also on this day that the man in white that Jiang Huanghuang had mentioned appeared again, appearing in the same way as last time, wearing a white robe and carrying a coffin, and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"This is the last corpse, I sent it to you, it's up to you whether you can succeed or not!" Fan Rendian, who was in white clothes, gently put the coffin on his shoulder on the ground, and then said to Jiang Huanghuang.

"You are Zhao Gongming's friend, why haven't I heard him mention you!" Luo Wencheng looked at Fan Rendian for a while, and then questioned.

"You, you don't know a lot of things!" Fan Rendian glanced at Luo Wencheng and said disdainfully, turning over and leaving after speaking.

"Stop!" Luo Wencheng saw that Fan Rendian was leaving, and immediately opened his mouth to stop him, and strode towards Fan Rendian.

"What's the matter, you're going to stop me?" Fan Rendian straightened his pace, looked back at Luo Wencheng, and asked playfully.

"What can you do if you stop you?" Luo Wencheng said in a loud voice and continued to walk forward.

"It's a good thing for people to have self-confidence, but have you ever heard of the words "people know themselves?" Fan Rendian crossed his hands in front of his chest and said word by word, but Luo Wencheng continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard it.

"Hey, you can't live if you do your own evil!" Jiang Bo, who was standing at the back, saw Luo Wencheng like this, and couldn't help but say this to himself. Xiao Ran, who was not far from him, vaguely heard him talking, but he didn't hear it clearly, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Luo Wencheng strode towards Fan Rendian, Fan Rendian stood motionless until Luo Wencheng punched him hard, and let Luo Wencheng's fist bombard him. But after this punch continued, Luo Wencheng's expression changed greatly, his fist hit Fan Rendian's body like hitting the copper wall, and he immediately felt a pain in his fist, and quickly withdrew his fist.

"Are you still here?" asked Fan Rendian, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"You, who the hell are you?" Luo Wencheng asked in fear as he stepped back.

"Does it matter who I am? you can't afford to mess with me anyway!Just do what you have to do, and don't need to ask anything else!" Fan Rendian said with a yawn, and then turned to leave again. This time, Luo Wencheng, who had just been deflated, didn't dare to step forward anymore, he stood in place and clenched his fists and looked at Fan Rendian viciously until Fan Rendian disappeared from his sight.

"Do any of you know where this guy came from?" After Fan Rendian left, Luo Wencheng turned around and asked everyone, and everyone shook their heads again and again. Luo Wencheng walked to the coffin and opened the lid. In the coffin, there was a thin female corpse in a leather coat, and this corpse was Yi Jianxi.

In the distance, a white pigeon flew over and landed on Luo Wencheng's hand. Luo Wencheng was curious, grabbed the pigeon, took a closer look, and saw a small letter box with a moth tied to the pigeon's leg. Luo Wencheng took off the letterbox, poured out the note inside, opened it and looked at it, and immediately frowned. Luo Wencheng didn't know, but the note clearly stated that the painting he had obtained before was fake, and wrote the whereabouts of the old man who gave Luo Wencheng the fake painting on it.

"Add vegetables tonight!" Luo Wencheng handed the carrier pigeon to Jiang Huanghuang, and secretly decided in his heart to find the old man! Then, he turned around and walked slowly towards the way down the mountain.

"Big brother, where are you going?" Jiang Huanghuang saw Luo Wencheng leaving, and hurriedly asked.

"I'll buy you wine!" replied Luo Wencheng casually, and then quickened his pace. Here, Jiang Huanghuang didn't think much about it. Jiang Bo and Xiao Ran walked over. The three of them surrounded the coffin, stared at the female corpse for a long time, and finally carried the coffin into the house.

The Taoist priest who was called his cousin by Jiang Bo sighed after seeing Yi Jianxi's body. said, "It's a pity for such a good girl!"

Jiangxi Longhu Mountain, the host is not there, but the guests came, and there were two batches of them. One of them was more numerous, they came from Hangzhou, and they received Lu Tingxuan's order to see if Zhao Gongming was really dead and his men. In the other wave, there was only one person, a Taoist boy, who came from nowhere.

Two groups of people took pictures in front of Zhao Gongming's thatched hut, and Daotong walked out of the thatched hut. The left and right had just arrived, and the two looked at each other in front of the grass hut for a long time.

"Who are you?" Finally, he retracted his gaze and asked Dao Tong.

"My name is Mingyue, and Master sent me to mourn Daochang Zhao, but there seems to be no one here!" replied Dao Tong angrily.

"Mourning?" Hearing these two words, he confirmed that Zhao Gongming was really dead, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"What about you, too, are you here to mourn, right? Then we are fellow Daoists, but it seems that we have gone in vain!" said Dao Tong with some anger.

"Yes, I'm also here to mourn! I just don't know where Daoist Zhao's apprentices have gone?" asked tentatively.

"My master said to come to Longhu Mountain first, if you don't see anyone and go to Maoshan Mountain, you will definitely find it, but I don't want to run away. In this way, how about you if you are willing to go to Maoshan and help me bring this letter to Daochang Zhao's apprentice?" said Xiao Daotong, who took out a letter from his bosom and raised his eyebrows left and right.

"Since you've told me where to find them, I've been working for myself. Don't worry, I will definitely hand it over to Daoist Zhao's apprentice!" said left and right.

"Okay, that's a word, you can't lie to people, and you can't peek!" said Xiao Daotong.

"Don't worry, I'm a gentleman!" replied with squinted eyes left and right.

(End of chapter)