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Yizhuang.

Vomit!

As soon as Xiaoyin stopped, Qiusheng turned over and jumped down, ran to the side and vomited.

"Dude, you did it on purpose!"

Qiusheng vomited and walked back, looking at Zhang Long with a pale face.

Zhang Long was expressionless and said: "Where is so much nonsense, hurry up, prepare an antidote to Lao Tzu." ”

"Yes, yes, your brother is now an uncle!"

Qiusheng didn't dare to complain, after all, he was the one who cheated people first, and that was the one who was at a loss!

Zhang Long put Xiaoyin into the package and followed Qiusheng into Yizhuang.

Yizhuang is not big, there are only two or three rooms, and the largest area is the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was filled with many spiritual seats, and in addition, there were seventeen or eighteen coffins.

In front of an incense case not far from the coffin, there were thirteen or fourteen zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, these zombies were some low-level white zombies, with a yellow corpse charm on their foreheads, black eyes, green fangs, and they really didn't dare to compliment.

"Brother, you wait a while, and the little brother will prepare an antidote for you immediately."

Qiusheng said, took out the bottles and cans, and began to prepare the medicinal soup.

Zhang Long waited for boredom, walked up to a zombie, and reached out to remove the corpse charm.

Roar~

Losing the suppression of the corpse suppression talisman, the white zombie immediately opened his eyes, woke up, raised his arm, stretched out his long black pointed nails, and pinched at Zhang Long.

Without waiting for Zhang Long to put the corpse suppression talisman on again, the white zombie suddenly shuddered, stopped his movements, withdrew his arms, lowered his head, and stood there obediently, looking like a courtier meeting the king.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Long understood, and knew that the zombie in front of him was frightened by the flying corpse qi on his body, and he couldn't cry or laugh at once.

Looking at the white stiff with lowered eyebrows, Zhang Long had the heart to try the Maoshan Dao technique he had just learned.

Throwing the corpse talisman into the brazier on the side and burning it, Zhang Long took out the yellow talisman paper, cinnabar, red pen, and red pen in his hand from the cloth bag, and dipped the red pen in cinnabar, thinking about the drawing method of the corpse talisman, holding his breath and concentrating, putting away his distracting thoughts, reciting the Taoist corpse mantra, and concentrating on drawing the talisman.

As the red pen traveled on the yellow paper, without Zhang Long's knowledge, the sea of qi in his body surged, and a wisp of internal force overflowed under the transformation of the Taoist incantation, turning into spiritual power, seeping into cinnabar through the red pen, and remaining on the yellow paper.

Zhang Longbi walked the dragon snake, although it was the first time to draw a talisman, but it seemed to have been practiced thousands of times, extremely skillful, in one go, the corpse talisman was drawn in an instant.

The newly painted yellow rune paper was a little dazzling in the candlelight, and what was even more amazing was that the bright red cinnabar handwriting on it was faintly revealing a trace of streamer, like a burning and dancing flame.

Although the streamer was only fleeting, Zhang Long still caught it.

"The corpse talisman I drew seems to be a little different."

Zhang Long muttered, he didn't know that the internal force in his body had turned into spiritual power and was infused into cinnabar, but he just felt that the color of the cinnabar handwriting on the rune paper he drew seemed to be darker, and there was a faint flash.

Casually pasted the corpse talisman to Bai Zhuang, Zhang Long turned around and walked towards Qiusheng.

He didn't notice that at the moment when the corpse suppression talisman was pasted, a black corpse qi overflowed from the white zombie's mouth and nose, the body trembled left and right, and the originally tall and sturdy body instantly shrank a circle, and it was directly suppressed by the corpse suppression talisman from the white zombie to the lowest purple zombie.

"It's been a long time, have you done it?"

"OK, OK, right away!"

Qiusheng laughed with him, picked up the file, filed the six stiff fangs into bone meal, poured them into the medicinal soup of Hei Buqiu, stirred it around, and handed it to Zhang Longdao: "Okay, drink it, the taste may be a little weird, but the effect is absolutely good." ”

Zhang Long took it and sniffed it, there was indeed a disgusting smell.

Zhang Long held the porcelain bowl, looked at Qiusheng suspiciously, and said, "Nima, you shouldn't have intentionally fixed me, right?" ”

"Hey, brother, how dare I, this kind of decoction that fights poison with poison and removes corpse poison is this taste, I swear to God, if I intend to fix you, Xiao Ding Ding will never lift it from now on!"

Qiusheng cried and swore a poisonous oath.

After making sure that Qiusheng didn't mean to fix himself, Zhang Long bit the pressure, pinched his nose, poured the decoction in one gulp, and then hurriedly flipped it over, took out a bottle of Yili yogurt from the package, and dried it out in one gulp.

"By the way, Uncle Nine, hurry up and find Uncle Nine."

Zhang Long wiped the corners of his mouth and said.

Qiusheng looked at a broken coffin in the mourning hall and said with a smile: "Before I left, Master Ren in the county town asked the master to lead the grave of his father Mrs. Ren, and the master should be in Ren's mansion at this time." ”

Zhang Long: "Ren Mansion removes the corpse, the plot of the movie? ”

Qiusheng: "That's right. ”

Zhang Long: "I'll go, you don't have to worry that Uncle Nine can't deal with that zombie alone!" ”

Qiusheng said with a smile: "It should be fine, the old lady Ren is at the level of green stiffness, and the master should be able to deal with it, at most he is a little embarrassed." ”

Out of Yizhuang, Zhang Long mentioned Qiusheng, flew off the wall, and rushed towards Renfu.

Three minutes later, the two arrived at Ren's mansion, and before they could walk in, they heard a beastly roar and crackling fighting in the distance.

The two looked at each other and rushed into the hall.

In the hall, Master Ren had been killed by the corpse-transformed Old Lady Ren, and he fell to the ground, with two terrifying blood holes exposed around his neck.

Fighting with Old Lady Ren are Uncle Nine and Wencai.

"Wencai, catch it, tie it with ink thread!"

Uncle Jiu's hundred-year-old peachwood sword was taken by Qiu Sheng to deal with Feitian Mao Stiff, and the peachwood sword in his hand was only more than ten years, and he couldn't deal with Old Lady Ren at all, and it had already collapsed.

Fortunately, there were enough tools in his cloth bag, so Uncle Nine took out the ink line from it, dipped it in the ink and threw it out, and the ink fountain drew a perfect parabola, and flew towards Wencai.

Wencai, this guy was timid and lustful, he seemed to be stupid at this time, and he didn't notice the ink fountain thrown by Uncle Jiu, and the ink fountain fell directly to the ground with a snap.

"I have such an apprentice!"

Uncle Nine was dumbfounded, the old lady Ren over there had already sucked up all the blood of Master Ren, his eyes became extremely red, and the black hair on his body began to grow wildly, and he was about to evolve from green stiff to hairy stiff.

"That bastard boy in Qiusheng doesn't know where to catch ghosts with my hundred-year-old peachwood sword, otherwise where would the situation be like this!"

"Master, I'm here!"

Just when Uncle Nine didn't know what to do, Qiusheng rushed in, flipped over to the ground, and picked up the ink fountain.

Seeing Qiusheng, Uncle Nine was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, knowing that it was not the time to reprimand.

He grabbed one end of the ink thread and pulled it slightly, and the silk thread stained with ink suddenly tightened, flashing the golden light of the Taoist, wrapping the old lady Ren and tying it up.

Cracking sound~

The ink bucket gold thread specializes in restraining zombies, and being entangled like this, the old lady Ren is like a firecracker, bursting with countless sparks, and a disgusting scorching smell fills the air.

Roar roar roar ~

The old lady Ren, who was bound and burned by the golden thread of the ink bucket, her eyes were blood-red, like a wounded beast, she opened her fangs and mouth, and roared again and again!

Then with both hands, he broke the golden thread of the ink bucket and lifted the ninth uncle and Qiusheng away.

"Nima, this is the rhythm that is going to become stiff!"

Looking at the old lady Ren, whose hair was getting longer and longer, Qiusheng who was in the air was in a hurry, and shouted at Zhang Long: "Brother, don't look at it, hurry up and help!" ”

When Zhang Long heard this, his figure flew up, kicked the old lady Ren to the ground, stepped on it with his right foot, turned out a piece of yellow paper with his left hand, took out a cinnabar pen with his right hand, recited the corpse mantra, took the dragon and snake, drew a corpse talisman, snapped, and pasted it on the head of the old lady Ren.

With a flash of golden light, the old lady Ren's body trembled, and a mouthful of corpse gas spit out, and the crazy hair also stopped growing, and it was suppressed in an instant.

"Rune paper corpse, the corpse qi of the town is out of the body, this, this is the power that only the blue rune has to have!" Ninth Uncle, Qiusheng exclaimed.