After the end of feudal society, didn't the ghost head knife become the last weapon in the world? I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Not bad!" The old monk nodded. According to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the last executioner collected this ghost-headed knife, this knife is made of Xuantie, the knife weighs thirty-six catties and nine taels, the whole body is snow-white, only the blade has a hint of red. Every full moon night, the yin qi gathers, and there will be a red light at the knife edge! ”

"Will there be such a miracle in the Thousand Pig Knife?" Da Chun then asked.

The old monk shook his head, stroked his beard and said, "There is naturally a difference between a person and a pig, and a pig-killing knife is naturally different from a murderous knife!" ”

We went all the way to the city and first found the butcher who killed the pig to buy a knife. A total of three butchers were found before they could buy a real Thousand Pig Knife.

The old monk would not distinguish either, however, he asked me to see. My eyes have been different since I was blind.

We bought five pig-killing knives from three butchers at a high price, and after my eyes looked at it, I chose one of them.

According to the old monk's previous explanation, I found that the edge of this knife was faintly emitting blood.

A thousand pig knives. Black dog blood, big red rooster, ten catties of glutinous rice, peach branches and willow strips, 12 zodiac clay figures, red silk threads, iron bells.

I bought these things back and set them up in an afternoon.

The old monk's previous statement that the three of Baiyun Old Daoist masters and apprentices were actually just scaring them. For the three of them, the old monk actually had other arrangements:

These three people also had corpse poison on their bodies, and when it got dark, the old monk arranged for these three people to lie down as well, and then bleed their palms and feet.

When it got dark, four people were spread out in turn in the middle hall of the room, and a table was placed in front of the middle hall. There was a lamp on the table, and there were black dog blood, a thousand pig knives, peach branches and willow strips, and glutinous rice.

The big red rooster was standing on the side of the table at the moment, one leg tied to a red cloth bag.

"Uncle Xiao, if it's an ordinary zombie coming tonight, I can barely handle it, but if it's not an ordinary zombie, I just can't deal with it!"

When I heard the old monk say this, I was immediately taken aback and quickly asked, "What do you mean by not being an ordinary zombie?" And what if you can't deal with it? ”

"Uncle Xiao, if I can't deal with it, it's up to you!" The old monk looked at me very seriously and said.

"Uh...... "I have a black line, if I look at the eight characters, I can still rely on the five elements, and I am really not good at dealing with zombies...... Or rather. Not at all.

"Teacher's nephew...... Dealing with zombies is a serious matter, so don't be kidding! I said quickly.

The old monk's eyes suddenly became serious, "Uncle Junior, I'm not joking!" Zombies kill like hemp, you must not be careless! ”

"Isn't it...... Are you coming really? I looked at him with wide eyes.

He nodded a little calmly: "Uncle Junior, you have to believe in yourself, believe in your master, and believe in your face and talent......"

I'll take it, the talent is just that, and it's barely reasonable, but what's the matter with physiognomy? When did killing zombies pay attention to physiognomy?

"Hey......" I sighed, "Nephew, you have to believe that the ones who come here are ordinary zombies!" ”

When the old monk heard this, he shook his head, "A zombie that can grow corpse poison just by smell, that is beyond the scope of ordinary knowledge!" ”

"Teacher's nephew...... I still have something to do, or we can get in touch again. I'll treat you to chicken kidneys another day! "With that, I'm ready to smear the soles of my feet with oil.

Old monk, old monk...... It's not worrying when you're old, what should you say about you?

Like me, Du Chongyang has repeatedly emphasized that don't sit on things that you are not sure about! Why are you still adventurous when you are so old?

I'm really speechless for you!

However. Now that it's over, can I Du Chongyang still slip away? It's just a matter of thinking.

Inside a small old house, the door is open.

Time is passing little by little, and the night has come to the hour. After nine o'clock it was the end of the day.

For rural people. It's already late, and it's still very early for the dicks who stay up late in the city.

"Master...... Haven't the zombies come here yet? At this time, the trembling voice of Bai Yun Lao Dao came from behind him.

"Shut up!" The old monk scolded loudly.

"It's not. Master, I'm old, and there's not much blood in my body, if the zombies don't come yet. I'm afraid I'll die because of the bleeding! ”

Bai Yun Lao Dao whispered.

"Die and die, you're going to die sooner or later anyway!" The old monk had an expression that didn't care whether the old Taoist priest was alive or dead.

"Forehead......" Standing next to me, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Aren't the monks out of compassion?" Why don't you care about the lives and deaths of others? This monk is a real and fake monk! ”

"Poof......

Just then a bat flew over and landed on top of the gate.

It is very quiet all around. So when this bat instigated its wings and fell, it was still very loud.

I noticed this bat, a bat in the dark, with blood-red eyes.

Albeit just one. But I know that soon there will be two, three, only more and more. More and more.

This is a precursor to the appearance of zombies.

"Teacher nephew, pay attention, when there are more and more bats, zombies will appear!" I whispered to the old monk.

"Uncle Xiao should also pay attention. The more bats, the greater the origin of the zombies! The old monk said to me again.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that I have to make a move.

Sure enough, the second bat, the third bat...... More and more bats are emerging.

A white mist began to appear outside.

The old monk had already grabbed the glutinous rice in his hand. Glutinous rice has adsorption, and their properties determine that they can suck out corpse poison.

Glutinous rice can weaken zombies, but it can't kill them.

On the table is a Thousand Pig Knife, a weapon that is actually used to kill zombies. It's that Thousand Pig Knife.

There are more and more bats, densely packed.

The moonlight in mid-air was hidden in the dark clouds, and there was chaos all around.

The white mist came in from outside, and a familiar voice could be heard from the white mist.

"Uh......h Woo...... "Why is this voice so familiar?" I've heard it in at least two places.

A group of figures gradually appeared in the white mist. The paper-figurin-like creature reappeared.

I knew there was a coffin behind them. Bronze corpse coffin.

The last time we encountered it, the bronze corpse flew over our heads, and we didn't feel anything.

Could it be that it's not zombies but ghosts?

"One mile of wow......" There was a crisp cry from inside.

It's not some birdsong. It's what people are singing.

"Teacher, nephew, did you hear that?" I hurriedly said to the old monk.

"I heard you!" The old monk nodded, and randomly he asked me again, "Little uncle, have you seen it?" ”

"See what?" I hurriedly asked.

"Is there something in the white mist?" The old monk asked again.

"Something in the white mist? Can't you see? I suddenly looked back at the old monk and asked.

The old monk shook his head. It means that nothing can be seen.

"No, it won't!" My eyes widened in astonishment.

The white fog continued to spread around, and in the white fog, I saw the smoke slowly rising.

There was a haze all around, and the group disappeared from the doorway, and the strange singing gradually faded away.

"Are you leaving? Won't they come in? "I wondered.

At this moment, the singing voice, which had faded away, began to come closer again, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

I saw bats fly out and fall down like steps.

When I looked up suddenly, I almost screamed because I saw a group of paper figures carrying a bronze coffin to the top of the gate.

And in mid-air. There were bats forming steps, and the paper people walked up to the top of the gate step by step.

Then, the bat continued to lay the mat in front of it, forming a new staircase. This staircase is to be descended......

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