Uncle Jiu's heart was also anxious, the last time he let the princess escape, it only took one day to turn into a ghost, if it wasn't for Mao Shanming sacrificing his essence and blood to bless the peachwood sword, otherwise he really didn't know how to subdue this old witch.

"Ah Fu Ah Shou, you two are here to take care of Uncle Ming, Ah Qiang will chase after me!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes were firmly fixed on the direction of Wang Po's escape, and he chased after Ah Qiang all the way, although Wang Po's speed was not slow, but Uncle Jiu's speed was even faster.

Wang Po has been seriously injured, and the speed of escape is naturally not as good as before, she can't even fly now, she can only run away quickly.

"Master, where is she going?"

Ah Qiang was so tired that he was out of breath, he knew that this work should be done by other disciples, and his own disciple was not as good as Uncle Jiu's registered disciple.

Qiusheng Wencai and other named disciples generally don't need to follow Uncle Jiu, so they will only come to see Uncle Jiu during the New Year's holidays, bring some gifts, and kowtow by the way.

"I don't know, but we can't let this old witch run away this time anyway, otherwise he won't know what will become of him next time, chase after him!"

Uncle Nine turned his head with a gloomy face and scolded Ah Qiang angrily, usually this guy is a hangman, and Uncle Nine will turn a blind eye.

But now at this critical moment, when people's lives are at stake, Ah Qiang is still so hanging, which instantly makes Uncle Nine dissatisfied.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's stern appearance, Ah Qiang immediately shrunk his neck and stopped talking, so he could only grit his teeth and follow Uncle Jiu.

The Wang Po in front had already felt that someone was chasing behind her, but now there was no way to subdue the two, so she could only set up a small mechanism along the way to block the speed of Uncle Jiu.

As time passed, Wang Po had arrived at the cottage at this time.

After coming to the cottage, he walked to the blood pool with difficulty, and this way seemed to have exhausted the last strength, and after reaching the edge of the blood pool, Wang Po looked at the copper horn golden coffin in the center of the blood pool and stretched out a hand.

It seemed that she was calling Zhang Nian in the bronze horn golden coffin for help, and seemed to be shouting something, and after a few seconds, Wang Po completely lowered her head and lay motionless in place.

Zhang Nian has been paying attention to Wang Po, so he also knows the current situation, but he didn't help.

First, he and Wang Po are only in a trading relationship, and they can't help, and second, Wang Po has been stabbed in the heart by a peach wood sword blessed with Maoshan Ming's essence blood, and she is already dying, and no matter how she is treated, she will not survive.

"Master, what kind of place is this? Why does it stink so much? ”

Ah Qiang covered his mouth with one hand at this time, and he didn't even dare to breathe, the bloody smell and rancid smell here were too strong.

"I saw Wang Po running inside, we have to chase and kill quickly, there can be no more accidents."

Uncle Nine made up his mind, and although the rancid smell here was really unbearable, he still forcibly broke in with Ah Qiang.

The scene that Uncle Nine and Ah Qiang saw along the way made them remember it for the rest of their lives, there were human corpses everywhere here, many stumps and broken arms, and blood spilled in the passage without any rules.

There were still some blood stains in the several iron cages next to it, which were obviously used to imprison some ordinary people.

"It seems that this is where the horse thieves are holding our villagers, but now the villagers have apparently been killed by the horse thieves."

Uncle Nine had a gloomy face, these horse thieves are really not people, not to mention anything else, just these stumps and broken arms add up to dozens or hundreds of people, and there are some corpses with missing arms and legs, the scene here is like hell.

"Master, what do you think is that?"

Ah Qiang's curiosity was much heavier than that of Nine Numbers, so he was looking left and right while being afraid, and suddenly saw a huge golden coffin in the center of a blood-red pool in front of him.

"Bronze horn golden coffin? I remember that Senior Brother Chizuru once told me that he was escorting a pair of bronze horned gold officials recently, but why did he appear here? ”

After Uncle Nine saw this bronze horn and gold coffin, he was puzzled at first, and then his eyes showed a look of horror.

Although Uncle Nine can't directly see how the zombies inside are now, just by virtue of this bronze horn golden coffin frantically absorbing the surrounding qi, blood and corpse qi, Uncle Nine can conclude that if the zombies in this are born, let alone him, even if the whole town and the whole world are finished.

"Ah Qiang, hurry up and call Qiusheng Wencai and a few of them over, and move this bronze horn and gold coffin to our Yizhuang."

Uncle Nine's voice trembled and patted Ah Qiang, asking him to hurry up and call those apprentices over to deal with it together, Uncle Nine felt an emotion called fear for the first time in so many years.

Uncle Nine was afraid, he was really afraid, he was afraid that the zombies in the copper horn and golden coffin would run out, and at that time, there would really be no one to stop him.

Uncle Jiu looked at Wang Po's corpse and fell into deep thought, now he knows why Wang Po can heal after being injured in only one day, and her Taoism has increased greatly, it is this bronze horn and golden coffin that is the ghost.