If you are angry, you still have a breath that you haven't swallowed, and these things will definitely get up to the dead, it's only a matter of time.

Murong Mozi took out the blood poppy chalcedony and Tianhe cinnabar, drew talismans, pinched seals, and recited mantras, enveloping the entire river. Lu Zimeng also found a hundred zhang silkworms, pinched a magic seal, and the silk covered the magic circle. In this way, it should be possible to trap these standing corpses! A six-grade magic circle plus a five-grade magic weapon can be trapped. But these corpses are too angry, plus that angry, it's really hard to say, let's take a step at a time.

Lu Zimeng and the two lived in the village chief's house, the village chief is a man in his forties, what is Zhu Dingzhong, his ancestors have lived in this village for three generations, and their Zhu family has been guarding this village.

As soon as it gets dark, everyone stays in their own homes and doesn't dare to go out. At eight o'clock, the whole village turned off the lights, and of course Zhu Dingzhong also turned off the lights.

In the room, Lu Zimeng and Murong Mozi didn't dare to speak, of course they weren't afraid of ghosts, they were afraid of people. The two of them are not talking, but they are chatting on their phones.

Mozi, do you feel that there is something wrong with this Zhu Dingzhong.

Well, he seems to be a martial artist.

Be careful at night, sometimes, ghosts are scarier than people!

The two ended their chat and both lay down to sleep. Lu Zimeng let go of her divine sense, her divine sense couldn't penetrate the wall of this room, it was really suspicious. Could it be that this Zhu Dingzhong is not just a martial artist? Or maybe he's not human.

Eleven o'clock is the time when the yin qi is at its heaviest at night, as long as this time period has passed, the night should be stable.

Half an hour passed, nothing wrong happened, Lu Zimeng just wanted to squint for a while, but she felt that the magic circle laid by Murong Mozi was broken. Murong Mozi felt the damage to the magic circle and immediately took out the peachwood sword.

"Don't use a peachwood sword, the peachwood sword doesn't do anything for these things."

Murong Mozi nodded, and replaced the peachwood sword with the Bagua Meridian Mandarin Duck Yue. Lu Zimeng also took out the hairpin, and the hairpin turned into a sword with a shake.

Two people climbed out of the window in the dark.

Outside, the wind was blowing, and the leaves rustling in the wind were blowing.

Lu Zimeng and Murong Mozi came to the river quickly, and the scene in front of them scared the two of them. All the corpses were "alive", all of them were full of fangs, their hands were claw-shaped, and their nails were like sharp knives, and all of them were alienated. Soon, Baizhang silk broke, and a five-grade magic weapon broke like this.

"The thunder of the sky rushes to the earth, and the evil of the world is destroyed, and the urgency is like a law!" Lu Zimeng recited a legal decision, and the first few turned into ashes. Fire exorcism spells, which can burn them, they are afraid of fire.

"Burn them with fire, they're afraid of fire!" Mozi hears it, but Mozi can resist water, but she can't drive fire, so she can only use brute force to kill those zombies who have risen.

Alien fire is a way to consume spiritual power, Lu Zimeng gradually ran out of spiritual power, she took out the jade bottle, stuffed a few Ning Bi Dan into her mouth, and then threw the bottle to Mozi, who also ate a few pills. Gradually regain your strength. But there are too many zombies, and the two of them can't stand it, Lu Zimeng didn't pay attention, was hit by a standing corpse, and flew out dozens of meters at once, she felt that her meridians were about to be broken again, and her internal organs seemed to be shattered, Lu Zimeng spit blood, and there was really some meat in the blood. The standing corpse that injured her walked up to her and grabbed Lu Zimeng's neck, and Lu Zimeng recognized the standing corpse, it was Zhu Dingzhong.

"You are Zhu Dingzhong!"

Zhu Dingzhong smiled, "You know it's too late!" As he spoke, he pushed harder in his hands. Murong Mozi was dealing with a group of standing corpses by herself, and she had no way to save Lu Zimeng.

Lu Zimeng has already vented a lot of anger, but she has less breath, and Murong Mozi is also injured.

Lu Zimeng suddenly felt that the yin qi around her body had decreased, and she could breathe, and Lu Zimeng took two breaths of air fiercely. Only then did he find that Zhu Dingzhong was gone, and Lu Zimeng looked at the sky and showed a very good-looking smile. Ghost car, here it comes.

The ghost car screamed, and the screams in this life carried eighty percent of the spiritual power, and all the corpses that were originally standing here lay down, and they swallowed their anger.

The ghost stood beside Lu Zimeng, coquettishly buying cuteness at Lu Zimeng, telling about the longing for Lu Zimeng for tens of thousands of years. Murong Mozi came to Lu Zimeng's side and gently stroked the feathers of this ghost car, its feathers were very comfortable, Lu Zimeng used to joke with it that he wanted to pluck out all its feathers to make a dress for himself.

If anyone knows that the ancient beast, the ghost car, is coquettish with a woman, it will definitely be a big surprise!