Old Man Huang stared at the big pit of black smoke and miasma, and the zombies inside the old lady Ren were struggling and roaring. He was hit by a large amount of glutinous rice, sparks burst out everywhere, the Qing Dynasty official uniform was burned to black ashes, and there were countless scars on his body, but it still struggled viciously to climb up, without any signs of death.

"None of this is dead? Glutinous rice is a lie, right? Master Huang turned his head and asked Huang, "So much glutinous rice has fallen, and the weight is heavier than this zombie, I don't think it's a big deal!" He had prepared several bags of glutinous rice in the courtyard before, and three or four hundred catties of glutinous rice were poured down, but the zombie was still alive.

Old lady Ren used to roar viciously, but now she is howling loudly, but she is still far from "death". Uncle Nine stepped forward, looked at the old lady Ren in the pit speechlessly, and analyzed: "Glutinous rice and ink fountain lines are both sharp weapons to restrain zombies, but they can't completely destroy zombies. It is necessary to use magic weapons such as peachwood swords and corpse suppression charms to make zombies lose their mobility, and then burn them to ashes with fire. ”

Seeing that the zombies could still move in the glutinous rice pile, Uncle Nine rarely showed an embarrassed expression: "Master Huang, you are generous, no one has used so much glutinous rice to bury zombies before, and I don't know, it's useless." ”

Master Huang twisted his neck, feeling that he had lost a lot of money by being fooled. He said with an unkind look: "Listen to what you mean, lighting a fire with fire oil seems to be more restrained zombies!" Uncle Nine stammered under his gaze, hesitated for a moment and had to admit: "Well, this, it seems that fire oil can indeed deal with zombies." ”

Old Man Huang was so angry that he exhaled and said to Huang: "The glutinous rice is all wasted!" How many rice dumplings can you make! I'm mad at me! Hey, I'm prepared, Huang, you go and pour the oil into the pit! It's really ......"

Master Huang originally thought that using "glutinous rice" was a clean and efficient method, and when the pile of glutinous rice was smashed up, the zombies were easily hung up, and this transaction was also cost-effective. Glutinous rice is easy to produce, safe to use, and not afraid of causing explosions and smoke, but as a result, it turns around, or do you still have to use kerosene, isn't it a double money?

Huang agreed: "I'll clean up the house first." Ren was still bouncing in the ink fountain line, he had just turned into a zombie, he was bombarded by the ink fountain line incessantly, and now he was covered in smoke and had lost his mobility. The ink fountain line was repeatedly bumped by him, and some positions were already broken, and if it continued for a while, Ren would have crashed out of it! Wen Cai and the others watched Ren play back and forth, but they didn't pay attention to the details of the ink fountain line at all.

Only such carelessness can become the protagonist of a comedy. Huang pulled out a peachwood sword and pierced the tent surrounded by ink fountain lines, Wen Cai and the others only heard a soft sound of "huh", and they couldn't see Huang's shot at all. The degree of his casual shots also exceeded the visual limit of ordinary people.

Ren was also unable to defend against Huang's sword, which was not a "fast sword" for Huang, and he didn't have any sword moves, even if he stabbed a little harder. But Huang's realm is here, every shot is natural, and the peachwood sword is not in Ren's chest, hitting him in the heart.

Huang Xin's mind moved, visualizing the power of masculinity, and sent mana to Ren's chest. In several dynasties, he collected classics and dabbled in all the traditional Chinese cultivation methods. Uncle Jiu's Dao method is not an alternate world, but the spirituality of this world, so that those cultivation methods can realize true power. In terms of masculine power alone, Huang has several methods of stimulation, such as Jiuyang Divine Skill, Longevity Technique, Buddhist Meditation, and Heart Spirit.

And all this is just the same way, Huang Mana gushed out, carrying the masculine power of destroying evil, Ren suddenly shook his body, and the wounds on his chest emitted green smoke on the front and back sides of his face. When the mana rushed in, destroying his whole body, and letting it be worn on the sword, it was like a swing, and the smell of burnt cotton came out of his whole body, like the smell of burnt cotton!

Wencai, Qiusheng and Ren Tingting covered their noses and retreated from the hall, and Uncle Nine turned around and saw Huang Yijian piercing Ren. The zombie was incapacitated on his sword, as if it had been re-transformed into a corpse, and inside that corpse, something seemed to be burning! The negative energy such as corpse poison and anger of the zombie was stimulated, and the positive mana of the yellow perfusion changed violently, and the final result was that Ren lost the state of "zombie" and turned into a badly damaged corpse.

The long nails he grew did not disappear because of this, but the blue corpse poison on them was swept away. Huang drew his sword, and Ren, like an ordinary corpse, slipped and fell to the ground with his strength.

"Killed a zombie with a sword?!" Uncle Jiu's eyes widened in surprise, this was not the spell he taught Huang! He has the common sense of walking the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't have this means of dealing with zombies! He had a faint understanding that the spells that Huang had mastered had already been out of what he had learned. It's hard to imagine that he has only been learning the Dao for a few days!

Huang walked up to Master Huang: "Dad, stay away, I'll kill him." ”

Master Huang looked at Huang with a new look, and Huang stabbed the zombie to death with a wooden sword, which shocked him a lot. A few days ago, when Huang dealt with the female corpse that had been transformed, he was still in a hurry, and finally with the help of things such as terrain and iron shelves, he stuck the female corpse and burned it alive. "Yellow, you can easily kill zombies now? Good, good! ”

Master Huang didn't get out of the way, he pointed to Old Lady Ren and pointed to the country: "Hey, Old Man Ren is dead, and he will let me lose hundreds of catties of glutinous rice, how can there be such a cheap thing?" I sent the Buddha to the west, and today I baked the glutinous rice, which is considered to be a tribute to the old man Ren. Hurry up and pour oil into it. ”

Huang looked at the oil cylinder in the corner, which was arranged by Master Huang a long time ago, and he laughed dryly: "Okay." He guessed that Master Huang thought so and burned the zombies with oil, which was considered that he spent a lot of money, but in the end he succeeded in destroying the zombies, which is acceptable; If Huang killed the zombies in the end, wouldn't his arrangement be all useless, and it would be too frustrating! And Master Huang is still very sure, he can burn this zombie to death, so he has to steal the limelight.

Huang held an oil cylinder of dozens of catties in one hand, stretched out his arms to both sides, and easily placed the oil cylinder on the edge of the hole.

Old man Huang talked about juvenile madness, made a humble appearance of the host, and said to Uncle Nine on the side: "Uncle Nine, come, let's burn this zombie to death!" Please! As he spoke, he scooped a whole scoop of oil with a scoop and poured it on the old man Ren who was trapped in the pit, and then handed another scoop to the ninth uncle.

Uncle Jiu: "......" If he has realistic experience, he can accurately describe his feelings, that is, an ordinary player, who thinks he has skills and equipment, and then encounters a RMB player's big move, which is really full of helplessness and urgency.

(End of chapter)