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Zombies are actually divided into levels, the lowest level is no different from corpses, but zombies that can be controlled by some secret methods, the highest level of zombies is to have their own consciousness, the appearance is no different from ordinary people, there will be dark red blood in some bodies, all organs are alive, except that there is no soul and cannot be reincarnated, there is no difference from people. But that level of zombies is already legendary, and the more common ones are white-haired zombies, green-haired zombies, red-haired zombies, etc., and their combat power has its own advantages, mainly depending on the ability of the controller.
As for the smooth zombie that appeared in front of Xiao Wangcai, it was completely the bad taste of the young man of the Chen family, his aesthetics were more abnormal, and he liked zombies with better appearance, otherwise he would help with plastic surgery, anyway, they were all corpses, and they could come casually to peel bones and skin, the Chen family is a century-old family with a strong background, and there are still small means of plastic surgery for corpses.
But those things that made the young man proud of being a member of the Chen family were defeated in an instant, the first time he saw a zombie like Xiao Wangcai, the first time he saw a dog like a little milk dog who was full of evil qi but could preserve his sanity and protect the master, which made his blood boil, and he immediately said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Chen, what about the white-haired zombie you brought." ”
"Yes. Uncle Chen thought more in his heart, he also wanted to get this child and the puppy, at this time, it didn't matter who came to the village to find the corpse. A tall man behind him immediately slapped open the large box behind him, releasing the zombies inside.
Dressed in white hair, his body was full of evil energy, as if he could block the moonlight, and as soon as he left the box, he opened his eyes suddenly, although he was not sane but looked very bluffing. If it was an ordinary person standing opposite at this time, I was afraid that the soul would be rushed out of the body by such a rich evil qi, and then torn apart. The white-haired zombie brought by Uncle Chen this time was originally used as a killer weapon to threaten the people in the village, but he didn't expect to use it now, but he didn't regret it.
A bell also appeared in his hand, shaking gently, and the sound of the bell was intermittent, giving people a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath. The white-haired stiff body walked flexibly in front of Uncle Chen, looking down at the little milk dog with baring teeth.
"Wangcai is back. Xiao Wangcai beckoned gently, and he said, "You can't beat it, and I can't beat it." He said it slowly, but it was enough for everyone to hear, but just when the people outside felt that they had the upper hand, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and five small black dots flew out, and blew up the courtyard door with a 'bang' as they whirled.
The small black dot is an ordinary spinning top, but when it rotates, it can bring up the surrounding aura, forming a whirlpool, and the five spinning tops cooperate to make a big whirlpool, which traps everyone inside.
"Insect carving skills. Uncle Chen didn't see this whirlpool in his eyes at all, he snorted coldly, and just as he wanted to command the white-haired stiff formation, a terrifying crisis pressed down from the top of his head, and when he looked up, it turned out to be a lively small mountain. Uncle Chen's ugly face commanded Bai Mao to resist the peak, and said in a low voice, "It's the heart of the mountain, we have met a master." ”
This mountain heart and spinning top were specially left here by Li Qingming, he felt that even if the Chen family came, it would be impossible for him to be as powerful as the head of the Wu family at the beginning, so the heart of the mountain was not completely activated, but it was just maintained by a trace of aura left by him, but the mountain is a mountain after all, and it is absolutely unbearable to be pressed on mortals.
Dryly, others may not be able to understand Uncle Chen's bitter mentality, so let's put it this way, at the beginning, Wu Chengen's Monkey King, who had vast magical powers and could go to heaven and earth, carried a mountain moved by a monster, and grinned, if this is changed to a mortal, I am afraid that it will be directly crushed into pulp.
Fortunately, Uncle Chen has white hair and stiffness, and he is still persisting from night to morning, but the trapped people have to face the crisis all night, and they have not rested well, and when Li Qingming has eaten breakfast in the morning, he and Zhang Beibei have walked around to close the formation, and what they see is a group of people who confirm their safety and sit on the ground without any image.
"If you didn't have hostility towards Xiao Wangcai last night, this chain formation wouldn't have been activated. Li Qingming threw the spinning top into the paper bag, and the heart of the mountain shrunk and put it in the paper bag, and then pushed open the door of the patriarch's house and motioned for them to follow.
This is a bit big, the problem is to put a superb zombie like Xiao Wangcai outside, and an excellent little milk dog, is it okay for everyone to be red-eyed, Uncle Chen feels very aggrieved, the other party said high-sounding, in fact, I still want to save their face.
Entering the hall, Xiao Wangcai sat in the corner with the little milk dog in his arms, and his two pairs of eyes stared at everyone synchronously. The patriarch had already prepared tea and asked Uncle Chen to talk to the young man who took the lead, Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei sat on the other side, the latter found a bag of snacks, and ate them, looking like two hundred and five.
After a while, Guo Chenyu also came, and his face was not good after seeing Uncle Chen, but he didn't speak directly, the meaning was very clear, first talk about the Chen family coming to the village to ask for a corpse.
As a result, without waiting for the patriarch to speak, Uncle Chen said: "Originally, the family wanted to pick a few qualified people this time, but now it seems that everyone together can't match that child." The meaning of this was very clear, he wanted the people of the village to live, so he exchanged that child for it.
"Boss, he wants to be rich. Zhang Beibei saw that everyone didn't speak, so he whispered, "Does he know how to raise a prosperous fortune?"
Uncle Chen's expression froze when he heard this, he really didn't know how to feed the 'living people', but careful study could always find out, it was nothing more than the supply of yin qi, evil qi and so on, but these words were not easy to say in person, Uncle Chen felt as if he had been slapped by this two hundred and five, and his face was suddenly extremely ugly.
The young man who was faintly sitting on the main seat and could also make the decision smiled: "What's so difficult about this, my Chen family has been refining corpses, driving corpses, and dealing with corpses for generations, is there anyone more capable than the Chen family? It's not that I said, at least in the corpse area, the Chen family said second, and no one dared to say first." ”
With some strange expressions on his face, Zhang Beibei walked over and grabbed Xiao Wangcai's wrist and pulled him out, then poured a little yang qi into it and said, "Then do you know that you need to use a little yang qi to raise him? The boss said that this is to hang him and make him look like an ordinary person, otherwise he will become a cold zombie!"
I really don't know. Who doesn't know that Yang Qi is the nemesis of zombies, and refining corpses must isolate Yang Qi, but as a result, this little zombie still needs Yang Qi?
It seems that they have been slapped by this two hundred and five again, and everyone in the Chen family present has a bad face, but they are still unwilling to give up Xiao Wangcai. The atmosphere was so not embarrassing that it was noon, and finally Li Qingming proposed that he could take Xiao Wangcai to Chen's house for a trip, and talk about other things later.
This is the expression that Li Qingming and Guo Chenyu discussed, Uncle Chen is afraid that he has already recognized Guo Chenyu, but at this time, the value of Xiao Wangcai is above all else, and he agreed without hesitation.
Before leaving the village, Li Qingming asked everyone to wait at the entrance of the village for a while, he took out a pile of talismans and threw them into the air, took out a brush and threw out red cinnabar dots, forming a gossip array in mid-air, which floated to the center of the village and fell to the ground. Under everyone's distant gaze, Zhang Beibei stepped on the gossip array with one foot and roared with great momentum: "Under the sun, the ghosts are scattered!
A white aura visible to the naked eye emanated from Zhang Beibei's body, instantly reaching the edge of the village, and then slowly disappearing. Something seemed to break in the air, and something seemed to disappear with a scream, and even everyone could see a few wandering lonely ghosts, ignoring the scorching sun, and left frantically.
He was like a real little sun, dazzling in that moment.
Looking at the man who walked over slowly, Li Qingming stretched out his hand to him, led Xiao Wangcai with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go." ”
The evaluation of the two hundred and five in the hearts of the people of the Chen family suddenly turned upside down, and they felt that he was a master with a deep and unique personality! Because they were so shocked that they didn't notice that the Chen family's magic technique to stay in the village to control the people in the village had begun to slowly fade, and I was afraid that it would not be long before it would completely fail. I'm afraid that only someone like Xiao Sun can erase the spell engraved in the bloodline, and only Li Qingming would be so bold to do it in front of the Chen family.
Walking silently on the road, he went up the mountain shortly after leaving the village, weaving through the woods. Because of the distance, everyone also went into a wooden house built in the village to rest, which contained pots and pans, water, etc., so that they could rest and eat for a while.
The wooden house had a large door, and under the door you could see rows of feet that had taken up some mud, and there was a strange smell in the air. Zhang Beibei ran to the back of the door curiously to take a look, and then ran back with a palpitating face, leaned into Li Qingming's ear and whispered: "Boss, they are all dead people, it's so scary." ”
"Don't bother people, they all want to return to their roots. Li Qingming explained helplessly, "The yang energy on your body will collide with them." ”
"Didn't the drought say that it is not popular to drive out corpses now?" Zhang Beibei showed a strange expression, and he said incomprehensibly, "I thought this industry had declined. ”
The guy who is drought, it is more reliable to let him tell some stories in the Book of Mountains and Seas, but he prefers to make things up by himself, and he usually runs the train with his mouth full of fooling the people in the restaurant, and the stories he makes up are basically fake, but I didn't expect him to make up the line of chasing corpses, and his involvement is really wide.
Guo Chenyu, who had been sitting next to him silently, explained in a whisper when he heard this, "Although this line of work is uncommon, it has not declined yet. Some ordinary people may not care about the fallen leaves and return to their roots, and they will be cremated after death, and they will buy a cemetery outside and bury it. But some of the characters who can get in touch with some of us will not be so hasty, they will inevitably return to their roots, if they die in a foreign country, there will generally be family members looking for the corpse family, bringing the corpse back, and burying it in the ancestral grave, so that they will be blessed by the ancestors. ”
Speaking of this, I have to say that the cohesion of a family depends not only on the people from all over the world, but also on whether these people can be twisted into a rope. Only the family that is twisted into a rope will develop better and better, so that the people who live in it do not have to worry about their own safety even if they are thousands of miles away, because no matter whether they live or die, the family will not forget him.
This time Li Qingming encountered probably this kind of person, if he looked with his yin eyes, he would definitely be able to see the unconscious soul next to the corpse. When these corpses return to their roots, the souls will enter the underworld under the protection of the ancestors, which is much better than the lonely souls and wild ghosts going to the underworld, because the people have ancestors to cover them.
That night, a thin man appeared in the far corner of the wooden house, and he didn't talk to everyone much, but took out a bell, lit a stick of incense, and bowed it, and then shook the bell and walked away with the jumping corpse behind him.
Everyone continued to rest, set off early the next morning, and finally came to the mountains to be isolated from the world after another day of walking, but the scale of the building was extremely large, and there were many people around the corpse family. If it's not a corpse here, I'm afraid it's similar to a paradise, and there are power stations, signal towers, etc. not far away, with complete hardware facilities, like a hidden town.
Entering from the gate, Li Qingming found that most of the people here were in a hurry, some were carrying a large box on their backs, some were carrying a large box by their entourage, and some seemed to be a novice, directly tying a corpse with a strip of cloth and carrying it in their hands, the guy also stopped to greet Uncle Chen and asked, "These are the materials?"
Li Qingming: "It's two hundred and five more than two hundred and five." ”
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