Chapter 132: Reversal of the Situation

"Master."

"Uncle Nine."

When everyone entered the back of the wall, they happened to see Uncle Nine who broke through the door and rushed in.

"Stop talking nonsense, Qiusheng, take it!"

Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a yellow robe, gave Qiusheng an ink fountain line holding a copper coin.

Qiusheng immediately caught the copper coin.

The two walked side by side, pulling open the ink fountain line and rushing to the gap in the wall at the same time.

Knock knock!

The heavy footsteps of zombies followed.

"Drink!" Qiusheng and Uncle Jiu squatted down and tightened the ink fountain line at the same time.

The old zombie that rushed out instantly crashed into the ink fountain line.

Boom!

Where the old zombie touched the ink fountain line, it instantly exploded into a ball of sparks, and at the same time, as if it was hit by a huge force, the old zombie that rushed out was bounced back at a faster speed, and hit the tables and chairs in the room with a bang, smashing the entire seat to pieces.

"Follow me."

Uncle Nine greeted him, tightened the ink bucket line, and the two rushed into the next room one after the other.

"Wencai and Xiaoyu, you two protect Tingting!"

Wu Qizhe gave an order, and then followed.

Xiaoyu glanced at Wu Qizhe, and quietly didn't say anything, so she followed.

Looking at the two people who entered the gap one after the other, Tingting's heart was slightly bitter, but unfortunately she couldn't help anything, and she could only cause chaos for Brother Qizhe when she went in.

Tingting felt a little sorry for herself!

.......

Wu Qizhe, who rushed into the room, happened to see Uncle Nine and Qiusheng stretching the ink fountain line, and they had already forced the old zombie into a corner.

For the ink fountain line in the hands of the two, the old zombie seems to have encountered a natural enemy, and he is very afraid!

Born with the restraint of the ink fountain line.

The ink fountain line really has such a great power! Seeing the zombies that had been cornered, Wu Qizhe couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

When he fought with the old zombies, it was really hard-hitting, and there was nothing imaginary, but the Maoshan technique could specifically restrain the zombies, and it seemed that it did have its own uniqueness.

"Tie him up."

Uncle Jiu, who forced the old zombie into a corner, shouted to Qiusheng, and the two approached the zombie, and the ink fountain line in his hand was entwined.

Tied up!

In an instant, a crackling sound sounded from the zombie's body, and the sparks that continued to explode, and the old zombie's whole body trembled like a sheep having a seizure.

Uncle Nine and Qiusheng glanced at each other, the ink fountain line in his hand crossed, and after going around in a circle, he pulled behind the old zombie, and after several consecutive circles, the old zombie was wrapped into a human-shaped zongzi.

At this time, the old zombie was already exploding all over his body, and others couldn't get close to it at all.

The sound of crackling explosions, the situation of the old zombie at the moment, looks extremely miserable, and the clothes on the whole body have been blown up, turning into rags hanging on the clothes.

In this way, a few minutes passed, and the zombie fell to the ground with smoke all over its body.

Boom!

He fell to the ground, still smoking.

Wu Qizhe was surprised, could it be that this is the end, the old zombie was so lightly wiped out?

"Dead?" Wu Qizhe said in disbelief.

"I should be dead!" Uncle Nine said uncertainly, looking at the old zombie who couldn't move on the ground, he didn't dare to say that the other party must be dead.

Uncle Nine and his apprentice Qiusheng stepped forward to check it out!

Qiusheng was born in front of Uncle Jiu, and the whole person seemed to have changed, and he was much braver!

Is this what is called spiritual belief?

The two walked up to the zombie step by step, and Qiusheng planned to go up to check, but was stopped by Uncle Nine, who took out a rune paper from his pocket.

Two fingers clamped the rune paper, the fingertips shook, and the rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire.

"Burn him, safest!"

Saying that, the burning rune paper in Uncle Nine's hand was still facing the old zombie.

The rags on the old zombie's body naturally became flammable, and they were set on fire at once, and the zombie began to burn.

"It seems that the old zombie is really dead!" Looking at the old zombie lying motionless in the fire, letting the flames burn without seeing any reaction, Uncle Nine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, you're done." Uncle Nine turned to look at Wu Qizhe.

Qiusheng also had a smile on his face, and he finally defeated the old zombie.

At this moment, Wu Qizhe's face changed dramatically when he was standing in front of him!

"Watch your back!!"

What the?!

"Roar!!

The two turned around at the same time, and the old zombie who was lying on the ground and being burned by the flames a second ago opened his hands and stood up straight from the ground, roaring wildly, and instantly hit the two of them.

"Poof."

"Poof."

In the air, Qiusheng and Uncle Jiu spewed out two bloody bows and arrows at the same time, flew far away, and smashed into the wall at the same time, and their bodies rebounded and rolled to the ground.

The flames exploded, the sparks were scattered all over the ground, and the old zombies covered in charred black were bubbling with thick black gas all over their bodies at this moment.

"Roar!!

The billowing black qi wrapped around the entire body, and the remaining bit of fire was immediately extinguished, and the black qi on the body became thicker and thicker.

Wu Qizhe could barely see the figure of the old zombie wrapped in black gas.

Uncle Nine was lying on the ground and looked at the old zombie in the black gas with a shocked face, not only was he not afraid of flames, but the corpse qi was so powerful, this was far beyond ordinary zombies!

At this moment, the old zombie in the black gas moved, broke through the black gas in an instant, and rushed towards the gap, his target was still Tingting!

When Uncle Nine first appeared, the old zombie already had an idea, pretending to be invincible first, letting the other party take it lightly, and a fatal blow at a critical time would easily seriously injure the old Taoist.

After all, Wu Qizhe is already difficult enough to deal with, and with the addition of an old Taoist, it is even more impossible to achieve his goal.

So the old zombie actually used a strategy, but he didn't expect it to succeed, the black gas was bad, interfering with Wu Qizhe's sight, only the last step was left, the blood of his granddaughter Tingting who sucked, and who else was his opponent.

The old zombie had already broken through the gap in the blink of an eye, and he didn't give Wu Qizhe time to react at all.

Xiaoyu didn't come back to her senses for a while, she still had the upper hand before, and she was turned over by the old zombie in an instant.

Wen Cai and Tingting in the next room were directly stunned when they saw the old zombies rushing over.

Wen Cai hesitated for a moment and rushed over directly, although he was very cowardly, he couldn't let a woman rush in front!

"Tingting, run to the yard!" After saying this, Wen Cai pounced without hesitation.

The old zombie smiled disdainfully, looked at the figure rushing over, and with a wave of his hand, Wen Cai was completely photographed out.

Wen Cai, who flew out upside down, directly knocked down several coffins before falling to the ground, feeling that the whole person had fallen apart.

Wen Cai stopped the old zombie's progress slightly, and at this time, Tingting had already rushed out of the room and came to the courtyard.

It's just that in the eyes of the old zombie, it's still meat to the mouth, and it's impossible to escape.

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