What the?!

A corpse that can speak human language?!

The man in the Taishi's chair stood up abruptly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man's sideburns are a little gray, but the eyebrows are still jet black, the face is not handsome, but it is also considered to be clear eyebrows, at first glance, in the pile of men can also be regarded as the height of the middle and upper, the eyes are full of heroism when looking forward to it, but the fingernails hanging on both sides of the body are long, although the men have nails that make some people feel uncomfortable, but the nails of the man's hands are extremely beautiful, indicating the owner's love for them.

But in fact, this is a profession that will keep long nails.

You know, the words of long nails...... Sometimes you have to pick up some glutinous rice...... Wine...... Cinnabar powder or something......

You can also save the metering spoon~

"No, it can't be!" Uncle Nine exclaimed in a low voice after being surprised, paused, and reiterated again with a frown, "This is impossible. ”

"Senior brother!" The Four-Eyed Daoist shouted anxiously, his face a little pale from the overnight rush, "I'm in a hurry like this, don't you believe it?!" ”

"Senior brother, it's not that I don't believe you, it's that this incident itself can't happen!" Uncle Nine sat back on the Taishi chair, his long nails on the end of the handle of the Taishi chair, his eyes were shining, he looked at the four-eyed Taoist in front of him, and asked: "Senior brother, you also know that the origin of zombies is because of a breath, and you also understand that this breath not only creates the yin body of zombies, but also becomes a partition for zombie sounds——"

"Since you said that the torch you threw could hurt the zombie, then it means that it was just a low-level zombie—"

"It is impossible for low-level zombies to turn qi into spirit and speak!" Uncle Jiu's face was heavy, and he analyzed, his nails "clicked" on the Nanmu handle and knocked regularly, "Senior brother, think about it carefully, are you wrong?" ”

After such an analysis by Uncle Jiu, the four-eyed Taoist frowned and thought about it carefully, and the details that he hadn't thought of before were all recalled, and when combined, it was really so!

But the corpses of those who were bitten to death by that "thing" are so ......

"What Senior Brother said is indeed reasonable, but the strange thing is that if that thing is really not a zombie, then why ...... the corpses of those people who were bitten to death" The four-eyed Taoist said with a puzzled face, while sitting down at the bottom of the head, bending slightly towards the ninth uncle, and whispering, "The meeting will become a walking corpse that night!" ”

When Uncle Nine heard this, his eyes widened, and just when Uncle Nine was about to exclaim, several immature noises came from outside the closed door, which instantly attracted the attention of the two Taoist masters in the room.

"Oh, you go over and step on me!"

"Who stepped on whom, Qiusheng, don't squeeze me! Just know to squeeze! No matter how much you squeeze it, you can't reach it! ”

"Eh! You're a literary talent! Dare to fight me, right? I haven't settled accounts with you last time you lost my horseback! ”

"You're embarrassed to say Qiusheng! I ask you, did you cheat last time with the wall piercing spell that your master taught you! Isn't it! Isn't it! ”

"Who said I cheated! Who said I cheated! You have to have evidence to say that I cheated - are you afraid of Wencai and want to play Laipi?! ”

"Who's playing tricks! You name it! Last time you pestered the master to open a small stove for you, was it a wall-piercing spell that you learned? I said, why didn't the master teach me to lead the three fires for a long time, and then he taught me the wall-piercing spell - it must be you! The master has always been fair, you must have begged the master to teach you the wall spell first, and the master will teach me alone later! ”

"Wen, Wencai, Wencai, don't talk nonsense!"

"Humph! Definitely......"

"What are you doing-?!" At this moment, the red door suddenly opened from the inside, and Uncle Jiu's voice came from the two little men in an unkind tone.

Uncle Nine was wearing a robe that was common in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China (the kind in the movie), but his sleeves were rolled up, revealing slender but natural muscular arms, a pair of gray cloth shoes on his feet, and a pair of bright and shining eyes under his eyebrows were full of malice - looking at a pair of little boys in front of the door.

That's right, little boy.

Qiusheng, who has a cute face and a little fat, looks taller, with white skin, a small tail whip, and wears a small brocade robe like a young master of a rich and noble family.

Qiusheng at this time is still a local staff outside the only child, the family is well-off, before him, the parents have only one daughter, after he was born, very healthy, was born in the autumn, the days are excellent, but the time of birth is unlucky, life is not hard, or three days a small illness, five days a major illness, in order to feed his son, the staff also had to think about the customs of the folk people, to give a "Qiusheng" name, only to slow down, at this time the ninth uncle lived in the town, outside the staff for the son, took the mayor's door and sent Qiusheng over, intending to be a nominal disciple and cover up the evil spirit, just to survive and continue the incense.

Speaking of which, since Qiusheng was under the Ninth Uncle, he has not been sick again, let alone a major illness, even if he has a minor illness or a small pain, he will not find Qiusheng.

At this time, Qiusheng is becoming more and more cute, a living little Zhengtai, angry and pouting, just one word: "cute"!

And the opposite of Qiusheng is a little boy with an ordinary appearance and no bright spots.

He didn't have big bright eyes, but looked a little dull, and he didn't have a cute little face, his face was gray, maybe he had just made it like this when he was noisy, and he didn't have the same handsome facial features as Qiusheng, and he only wore gray short brown clothes.

But such a little boy is a real disciple of Uncle Jiu.

Literary talent.

"Ahh Master! Qiusheng was taken aback by Uncle Jiu's sudden opening of the door, and he dared to quickly glance up, oops, what should I do, the master's face is so dark!

Qiu Shengling's eyes rolled, and suddenly, taking advantage of the slow reaction of Wen Cai next to him, a jumper turned around and jumped to the bottom of the stairs, running towards the door, and shouted while running: "Master--it's not me coming!" ”

Then there was no one to be seen.

Wencai didn't react until Qiusheng was halfway through running, and immediately wanted to learn from Qiusheng to turn around and slip away, but the fact is that he was powerless, and the nine-year-old boy hadn't even started to take a step when he was lifted by the collar of the master Jiu Uncle, who was one taller than him.

"Master......" The little boy wanted to look up at his master and laugh twice to plead for mercy, but as soon as he looked up, he met his master's face as black as the bottom of the pot, and he couldn't say a word.