The two zombies were both green-faced and fanged, ragged, and covered with red and green hairs half a finger length respectively. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The red-haired posture was stiff, but the speed was extremely fast, and the blue and black nails had to poke Cheng Qinghe's back several times.

She gritted her teeth, mustered up all her strength and ran a few steps forward, then turned around and drew her wooden sword to stand over.

But seeing that this wooden sword really worked, white smoke rose from the zombie skin attached to the sword body. But obviously the strength was not enough, the red-haired zombie whined hard one by one, and Cheng Qinghe fell into the mud in response.

She turned her face sideways with a groan, and five red-haired fingers dug deep into the mud beside her ear, and she stared straight at her.

Fu, Fu, she touched a handful of corpse talismans in a cold sweat and pasted them on the forehead of the zombie, the golden light flashed, and a few rune papers fell, leaving two foreheads in the middle, one of which was still a hundred yuan bill, probably left over when buying chickens!

The red-haired zombie immediately stopped moving, Cheng Qinghe gritted his teeth and got out from under it.

"Roar~" The green-haired corpse a few meters away was still grinding towards her, and it was estimated that the Tao was not enough, and her movements were much stiffer.

And the red-haired corpse that was originally fixed slowly pulled out his claws, took off Grandpa Mao from his forehead, and looked left and right with salivation.

Her eyes widened again, she picked up her sword and ran down the hill in a hurry.

Sweat sprinkled everywhere, until I saw a temple, go in and see, the temple is full of incense, candlelight flickering, there are many believers, a young nun is holding a porcelain cup in one hand, holding a leaf in the other hand to sprinkle the water to drive away evil spirits, and there is a row of believers waiting for the water below.

Cheng Qinghe was shocked, expecting that this temple could be so prosperous in this barren mountain and wilderness, and there must be something extraordinary.

She quickly lay down in the third empty seat, and after the nun sprinkled the second one, she sprinkled her with leaves, and suddenly she looked at Cheng Qinghe's face, squatted down and wiped her nose with the leaves with lightning speed, and then stood up.

Cheng Qinghe was stunned: What do you mean?

The nun sneered: You have an oily nose!

The women looked at each other, Cheng Qinghe stood up with a cold snort, looked around, and the old Nanhai Guanyin and the boy under the seat were enshrined in front of the hall, as if they had been cleaned up temporarily, and without waiting for the nun to stop them, she reached out and touched a handful of tributes on the case, hard DIY fruits, enough to confuse the real with the fake.

This nun looked fourteen or fifteen years old, but she looked slim, and she didn't know where the disgust came from, with a straight face, she looked coldly at the wooden sword she was carrying behind her back.

It seems that he has a bit of vision, Cheng Qinghe ignored it, reached into the box full of banknotes and fished out two 50 denominations.

Nun Surprise: What do you do?

She sneered: "Lend me 100 yuan and take the car home."

Wow, she can see that this temple is so coincidental, there are just two zombies on the other side of the mountain, and this end is opening the temple to sell the town corpse talisman to make money, and pretending to sprinkle Guanyin water.

There are a lot of capable people who can control the corpse, and the corpse chasers in Xiangxi are one of them, she looked at the talisman on the case, the three-point crown, although she is not proficient in learning, she also knows that this is the talisman of Sanqing Taoism.

What zombie three puritans can do it, but the dragon and tiger mountain, which has the most complete Taoism, can't do it?

I have to say that she is too unlucky, do you believe people who say zombies? Zhong Emei said that it was a demon, and the corpse control technique was broad and profound, and there was a faction that fed the corpse in a unique way, and its habits would be closer to that of the demon.

Take a corpse talisman to deal with the demon? No matter how advanced the painting is, it is useless.

Cheng Qinghe, who was dirty, looked for a long time before stepping on the Yambak Road, but she looked at the villagers coming and going on the road and collected her feet again.

This is what it looks like...... Let's take the mountain road!

I have to say that Zhong Emei was a little disappointed, originally saw that she had some talent and had the heart to teach her, but she saw that she acted impulsively and recklessly, and her heart was weak and not tenacious enough.

She has the weakness that cultivation should not have, Emei shook her head, even the youngest daughter of the He family, who is not good at raising little zombies, is stronger than her, and after many tempering, she may be able to become a preach~

Emei expected it right, although Cheng Qinghe had good qualifications, her heart was far from enough, she didn't know the reason for the zombies, and she only felt disheartened when she returned home.

"What's wrong?" Liu Laosi asked her.

She shook her head, took out a change of clothes and went to the bathroom, it seems that the way to find a fertile field with these strange tricks is simply fantastic, otherwise, it is better to give up, right? She thought vaguely as she stood under the shower head.

When she came back from working in the farmland, she gently opened a crack in the door, and when she saw that she was taking a bath in the bathroom, she took the dirty clothes in the outer basket and washed them.

When I entered the door again, I saw her granddaughter with shoulder-length short hair and a face facing the mirror.

"What's upset?" Feng Yu walked over and took the dry towel from the washstand and sat down beside her.

"Grandma." Qinghe muttered and rested his head on her shoulder.

This child has no mother when he is young, and he probably doesn't know who to talk to if he has something on his mind. Feng Yu sighed in her heart, supported her head, and wiped her hair with a dry cloth.

The cool wet hair fell on Cheng Qinghe's clean and translucent face, a little itchy, she scratched it, and her shaken head gradually sank......

People say that she doesn't know what it's like to be young and sad, but she is young and has a lot of burdens.

In the end, she hid "Ghost Service" in the cabinet and locked it.

The next day, Sunday, Feng Yu let her go up the mountain.

The peach tree that had been planted for a while bloomed and spread ten miles of red makeup, her father Cheng Ming was bowing his back to weed, and when he saw her coming, he frowned: "Why did you come here?" There are many mosquitoes in the mountains. This baby pimple and special mosquitoes, complaining, put the work on the hand, led Qinghe to a big stone next to the mountain stream and sat down, and built a grass hut on it, which was very cool.

"Grandma told me to come up and have a look."

Cheng Ming handed her a bottle of water: "It's okay to come out for a walk, your father and I are planning to open a farmhouse and use these mountains as tourist areas, you see, build a pavilion next to this mountain stream, and a few corridors ......"

Her father doesn't have any big ambitions, but he just wants to work hard to give his child a good future.

The family couldn't afford to invite anyone to watch the fruit forest, so Feng Yu and Cheng Yun took the initiative to take turns, and Cheng Qinghe ran up the mountain to help weed when he was fine.

After Huang Tai Sin finished eating the chicken, he remembered Cheng Qinghe's girl again, and he still knew about the courtesy, not to mention that it remembered their agreement!

On this day, Wong Tai Sin picked up a little wild boar cub and went to the fruit grove, and when he saw the little girl sleeping under the grass hut, he shook his hair and shook the pig cub off.

The pig went down to the ground, sniffed here and there, and was still quiet.

But in her early tens, Cheng Qinghe appeared as a Peugeot's little beauty, with long eyelashes, a quiet nose, pink and tender lips, and jet-black hair that made her skin thrillingly white.

Fragrant, so fragrant!

How can a mortal be so fragrant?

It remembered the refreshing scent of biting her finger that night, and couldn't help but drool as it looked at her.