Widow Zhao took advantage of the situation to pinch Zhao Jianjun, at this moment, Zhao Jianjun, seeing Widow Zhao's face Tie Qing, was even more frightened, the courage just now disappeared, screamed, let go and ran out of the door, because of panic, stumbled on the threshold, fell to the ground, knocked out a few teeth, he was fine, got up, and continued to run. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two next to him were no better, and they were thieves who ran fast.

Qin Feng knew that zombies were really not something that could be measured by body size, Widow Zhao was thin and old, but when she became a zombie, her strength was terrifying, and she couldn't hold it at all if she didn't have a few men.

The strength of Zhao Jianjun's three people is not small, however, the three of them pressed it, it had no effect at all, the scene just now, that is, an instantaneous thing, Widow Zhao was stimulated by the breath of the talisman, and sat up suddenly, the strength of Zhao Jianjun and the three of them had no effect at all.

At this moment, Qin Feng also saw that his grandfather Qin Tian seemed to be making some big move, muttering in his mouth, stepping on Bugang under his feet, wandering on Widow Zhao's side, and not attacking, after reading it again, he saw a yellow rune paper from his cloth pocket, with a strange pattern of cinnabar painting on it, poked on the tip of the sword.

Then, dancing wildly with his sword, his mouth was so croaking that he couldn't hear it clearly, except for the last sound, "Pardon!"

The talisman suddenly spontaneously combusted without fire, and walked to the front of the coffin, that is, directly in front of Widow Zhao, the peachwood sword, a sword, stabbed straight into Widow Zhao's heart.

At this time, Qin Tian didn't notice his grandson, Qin Feng's right hand, pinched out a handprint, a faint and imperceptible fluctuation, gathered in the mourning hall, and in an instant, it merged into the peachwood sword.

"Sneer......"

The sound of the sword breaking the flesh, the peachwood sword was only left outside, stabbing Widow Zhao through the bottom.

"Ah...... Ho ......"

Widow Zhao roared, let go of the last dying struggle, lay directly in the coffin, no longer moved, the peach wood sword was inserted into the chest, and the peach wood sword of about half a meter was completely inserted into the chest of the widow Zhao.

"Hoo ......"

Qin Tian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Widow Zhao should be settled, shook his head, relieved himself a few breaths, walked to Widow Zhao's corpse, sighed, and said, "Xiaofeng, we are here to watch tonight, Widow Zhao's corpse is a little abnormal, I am afraid that there will be any changes." ”

Qin Tian said, frowning slightly, with slight doubts in his heart, this white zombie is too easy to solve, Qin Tian, who is a handful of years, does not naively think that the white zombie Zhao widow can solve it so easily, but he only has a little doubt in his heart.

He never imagined that it would be his grandson, who secretly helped him.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll help you take a rest, Uncle Zhao and they will definitely call someone over, there will definitely be a lot of people who keep vigil, and then grandpa, you can take a good rest." ”

Qin Feng let out a long breath.

I also relaxed a little in my heart, and the casting of that small spell just now can be said to have completely solved this Zhao widow zombie, but the body suffered from the backlash of the spell.

Although he has the divine consciousness of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Questioning, the cultivation in his body has not even reached the beginning.

In the monk world, the monk level is divided into six realms: Qi cultivation, Qi contemplation, Qi concentration, Qi multiplication, Qi cultivation, and Qi inquiry.

The monk world is also known as the feng shui world, which is the so-called feng shui gossip and qimen dunjia.

This may be the name of such a special group of people.

Qin Feng helped his grandfather to sit on the chair beside him, he knew in his heart that his grandfather Qin Tian had only just stepped into the early stage of qi cultivation to be precise.

And now I am even worse, I only have a sense of qi in my body, and strictly speaking, I haven't even stepped into the realm of qi cultivation.

The grandfather and grandson did not stay in the mourning hall for long.

Soon, the people from the village came, and the leader of the team was Zhao Yongjun, the village party secretary, a man in his fifties, with a capable face, followed by seven or eight crop men, holding hoes and flat burdens in his hands, and rushed in in a hurry, seeing Qin Tian who was resting on a chair, and also saw the situation of Widow Zhao in the mourning hall, so his expression calmed down.

"Master Qin, how is it?"

"Widow Zhao has undergone a corpse transformation, but it has been solved by me for the time being. Qin Tian also eased up at this time and slowly stood up.

Qin Feng knew that the village party secretary in this era had great power, or it should be said that his prestige in the village was very high, and those who had experienced that era knew the weight of these three words, which basically existed in the village.

"Solved for the time being. Master Qin, how did Widow Zhao become a corpse? Legend has it that it is not a corpse transformation, but a corpse that can only happen if the corpse is buried in the corpse raising ground of Jiyin? This Widow Zhao has not been buried yet......

Zhao Yongjun looked puzzled, the older generation of people, how much they know this kind of legend, and in the same way, they are also very convinced of these exquisiteness, no, they opened their mouths and became puzzled.

"There are many kinds of corpse transformation, the corpse breeding place is only one of them, and there is also the absorption of yang energy, such as cats, people, and dogs, all of which may make the corpse corpse, and the other is that there are demons and evil death qi entering the body, I suspect that this is the case with Widow Zhao. Qin Tian said calmly.

"The demon is dead into the body, Master Qin, it can't be something dirty in our Zhaojia Village, right?" Hearing Qin Tian say this, Zhao Yongjun, who knew a little better, suddenly changed his face and exclaimed, and the farmers who followed behind him were also terrified, if the village was really as the village party secretary said, it would definitely be a big deal.

"The situation in the village is not clear for the time being, but Widow Zhao is dead, and the reason is mostly because of the Wang Ba in the kitchen. Qin Tian said his speculation.

There have been rumors in the village about this Wang Ba for a long time, and now when he heard Qin Tian say this, Zhao Yongjun immediately ran to the kitchen to take a look, the murderous Wang Batou was still in the kitchen at the moment, this big night, something like this happened again, Zhao Yongjun just glanced at it, and immediately felt furious in his heart.

There are a lot of folk rumors in the countryside, Wang Ba, an animal that has lived for a long time, has a spirit, easy to become a demon, folk rumors, the boatman who ferries on the river has three rules, one does not pull the coffin, the second does not pull the living widow alone, and the third article is to say that the old turtle Wang Ba has spirituality and cannot be easily offended.

Widow Zhao dared to eat this basin-sized Wang Ba, and he really wanted to die by himself, and he couldn't complain about others.

Zhao Yongjun, who saw the corpse for the first time, was afraid, curious, and nervous, staring at the corpse of Widow Zhao in the coffin and was stunned, and now Widow Zhao's appearance seems to be no different from other dead corpses, but the peachwood sword deeply inserted into Widow Zhao's corpse tells him that all this is real.