"Senior brother, thank you for your glutinous rice~!" At the urging of the sissy head of the guard, the Chizuru Daoist didn't have time to catch up with the four-eyed chief, so he was about to say goodbye and prepare to leave.

"You're welcome, junior brother, I hope you don't need this bag of glutinous rice~!" Seeing that the head of the four-eyed road saw the head of the thousand cranes put away the glutinous rice, he replied with a serious face.

After borrowing a bag of glutinous rice from the four-eyed Taoist chief, and following the advice of Master Yixiu, and dismantling the tent on the golden coffin, the corpse transport team of the thousand crane Taoist came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Of course, if you are serious, it is not a "hurry". Because since they set out, the Thousand Crane Dao Chiefs have been walking for seven or eight days, but they still haven't walked out of this mountainous and vast place.

This is because the zombie corpse in the golden coffin is too heavy and fierce, and no mule or horse dares to approach the cart, so they can only use manpower to push and pull the heavy golden coffin. Coupled with the rugged mountain road and the pampered little Baylor dragging their feet, they could only walk dozens of miles after a day's journey. When the weather is bad and the road conditions are difficult, you can't even walk more than ten miles in a day's trip.

"This coffin is so bright-eyed, I think it must be worth a lot."

Seeing that the golden coffin began to move into the distance, Huang Xiaohao sighed in his mouth, but his hands quietly reached behind his back, took out a tracer paper crane, and manipulated the small paper crane from between the grass on the ground, quietly flew to the bottom of the golden coffin, and attached there.

"Of course it's worth it, it's made of pure gold." The four-eyed Taoist didn't notice Huang Xiaohao's small movements, but when he heard him say this, he also sighed a little enviously.

The four-eyed Taoist has been helping people drive out corpses for so many years, and he has only accumulated a small box of gold bars. Now this group of Manchurians, the gold spent on making this coffin, even if the four-eyed Taoist chief works for a few hundred years, he can't accumulate.

If Jia Le was present, it is estimated that he would take over the words of the four-eyed Taoist at this moment, saying something like "In the future, I will make money to buy an identical golden coffin for the master, and honor your old man".

Huang Xiaohao naturally wouldn't say this kind of thing, he was just looking at the golden coffin that was fading away, thinking in his heart how much it would weigh after melting it and how much it would be worth.

Even if the zombie in the golden coffin did not have a sudden accident like the plot of the movie, it broke out of the coffin. With such a golden coffin with bright and blind eyes, when he walked to the hinterland of the Central Plains and the area where the warlords were fighting, he would definitely be robbed by the group of marshals who collected military funds everywhere.

Anyway, it can't be saved, so it's better to hand over the golden coffin to Huang Xiaohao. At least Huang Xiaohao would not let go of the zombie worth tens of thousands of merit points, so it was a matter of course to take their golden coffin as a reward.

This is no robbery! The gold of the Manchurians was originally robbed from the Han people, and Huang Xiaohao planned to melt the golden coffin in his heart, which was not considered robbery, but only taken back.

"Look at the scale of that golden coffin, if it is really made of pure gold, a ton is indispensable, right? How much is that worth? Just when Huang Xiaohao sighed in his heart, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Boom~!" There was such a muffled thunder in the sky, and suddenly the wind and clouds rolled up, and the sky was about to change.

A violent storm seems inevitable.

"I hope they're okay~!"

Frightened by the sudden thunder, his heart jumped, and the four-eyed Taoist suddenly felt something, and looked at the corpse transport team that had already set off, and couldn't help but feel a trace of worry in his heart.

Less than two hours after they left, a trace of rain clouds in the sky had turned into thick dark clouds, covering the sky and the earth, pouring heavy rain, thunder and lightning, and howling winds.

After dinner, the four-eyed Taoist stood at the door of the lobby, looking at the storm outside the door, and the trace of worry in his heart lingered.

"I don't know how they're doing now?"

"Uncle Shi, the relationship between your brothers and sisters is so good, Uncle Qianhe has been gone for a long time, and you still remember him so much." Huang Xiaohao stood aside, and when he saw the worried expression of the four-eyed Daoist, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah Hao, you don't know, Maoshan has been passed down to our generation, although there are dozens of senior brothers, but because of disagreements in ideas, disputes between heads and other reasons, in fact, everyone's relationship is not very good." The four-eyed Dao chief sighed and told Huang Xiaohao about their generation of Maoshan disciples.

The Maoshan disciples of the Ninth Uncle and the Four Eyes Dao Elder of their generation can be said to be full of talents and gathered together. There are a few people among them, who are even more outstanding, with extremely high cultivation talents, and are considered by the elders of Maoshan to be expected to survive a thunder tribulation in this era of the end of the law, transcend the mortal womb, and achieve the position of a tribulation of ghosts and immortals.

There are even such rumors in Maoshan that whoever can be the first to survive a thunderstorm and achieve a catastrophe of ghosts and immortals is the next generation of leaders of Maoshan. Of course, those elders in Maoshan neither admitted nor denied this rumor, which led to the battle for the heads of this generation, which has continued for more than ten years, and it has not ended.

Among these people with extremely high cultivation talents, Huang Xiaohao's master Ninth Uncle and Maoshan Senior Brother Shi Jian are the highest and most promising to break through. Therefore, the next generation of the head of Maoshan is naturally very likely to be selected from these two people. And the remaining brothers and sisters were also divided into three factions because of their respective ideas and distant relatives.

One faction supports Senior Brother Shi Jian, the other faction supports Yimei Dao Chang Jiu Uncle, and the rest of the faction is a wavering centrist.

Originally, Shi Jian, as a senior brother, had the longest cultivation and the highest cultivation, and the ninth uncle had no intention of fighting for power and profit, so at the beginning, he was recognized by everyone as the heir to the head. It's just that Shi Jian later violated the rules of the door and made a big mistake, although he was not expelled from the sect because of this, but it also disappointed the elders of the sect in Maoshan and lost the qualification of the original stable heir.

In addition, he is domineering and has a fierce temper, and he is not as kind and easy-going as Uncle Jiu, so his popularity in the door is naturally not as good as that of Uncle Jiu. Therefore, even if Uncle Nine has no intention of competing for the position of the head of the house, the senior brothers who gathered around him will push Uncle Nine to the throne and support him and Senior Brother Shi Jian to compete for the head of the house.

The four-eyed Taoist is naturally one of the members of this faction that supports Uncle Nine. And the Thousand Crane Daoist has always been unswervingly on the side of the Ninth Uncle and the Four Eyes Daoist.

Huang Xiaohao actually has no interest in the head of the Maoshan faction in this small world, he is more interested in the inside story of the gossip that Shi Jian committed back then, but unfortunately the four-eyed Taoist did not mention the meaning of these gossips at all, and Huang Xiaohao is not easy to ask.

"In other words, Uncle Chizuru is his own person~!" Huang Xiaohao listened to so many inside stories of Maoshan and summed up such a sentence.

Since it's your own person, I'm embarrassed to see death and not save it!

"Uncle Shi, the rain is about to stop~!" Huang Xiaohao looked at the pouring rain outside, and suddenly said such a sentence.

When the four-eyed Taoist heard such a sentence, he was confused. He looked up at the sky, it was pitch black, dark clouds covered the top, the heavy rain was about to be an hour, and there was no weakening trend in the slightest, where did Huang Xiaohao come to the conclusion that "the rain is about to stop".

With such a heavy rain, the Thousand Crane Dao Chiefs naturally couldn't continue to hurry, and it was getting late, so they simply set up camp in a high forest.

In the midst of the raging storm, after more than a dozen soldiers laboriously set up a camp tent, the head of the Thousand Crane Dao wanted to let the golden coffin enter the camp tent to avoid the rain.

Because after following the advice of Master Ikkyu during the day and dismantling the tent on the top of the golden coffin, this golden coffin was completely exposed to heavy rain at this moment. The ink net that had been washed away by the torrential rain for so long, and the ink on the golden coffin had almost melted away, almost turning into an ordinary rope net.

Seeing this situation, the Chizuru Dao Chief was immediately worried, if the ink bucket net lost its effect, the zombies inside would break out of the coffin at any time.

When this zombie was murderous, it was thanks to the joint efforts of the Thousand Crane Dao Leader and several other colleagues that the zombie was finally subdued. Now that he only relies on the head of the Thousand Crane Dao alone, plus his four apprentices at most, whether he can subdue the zombies who broke out of the coffin, he has no confidence at all.

"Wu Shilang, can you let that golden coffin go into the camp tent to shelter from the rain?" With a worried feeling, Chizuru Michichi ran up to the sissy guard chief and asked.

"No~!" Hearing that the chief of the Thousand Cranes wanted to let the golden coffin enter the camp first to avoid the rain, the chief of the guard in charge immediately vetoed it.

"It's raining so hard that the ink fountain lines on the golden coffin have melted, and if it's a little later...", Chizuru continued to persuade worriedly, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sissy head of the guard.

"It's a little later, not now~!" The chief of the guard doesn't care about the problem of whether the ink fountain can be turned into a black one, his main task along the way is to take care of the master's son, little Baylor, and other things must be ranked behind little Baylor.

Therefore, the first tent that the soldiers had painstakingly set up was naturally occupied by little Baylor and a few of his guards.

Naturally, the head of the Thousand Crane Daoist did not dare to rob Little Baylor's tent, so he could only wait for the second tent.

After the second camp tent was also erected by the soldiers, the Taoist leader of Chizuru immediately called on the apprentices around him to work together with those soldiers to push and pull the golden coffin, and pushed the golden coffin into the camp tent to avoid the rain.

It was only when they were in the muddy ground, pushing the golden coffin less than a few meters away, that they suddenly found that the heavy rain had suddenly stopped.

"Huh? The rain has stopped~! Seeing this situation, the head of the Thousand Crane Dao finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart full of pressure, and now the golden coffin is still not moving, and he can rearrange the ink fountain net when the rain stops, so there is no need to worry about accidents.

"Don't be stunned, let's push the coffin into the tent first~!" The Thousand Crane Dao Commander beckoned the soldiers who had stopped to continue pushing, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

"God finally gave me some face..."

"Boom~!"

The words of happiness in the heart of the Thousand Crane Daoist had just come out, and he saw a white in front of him, and a deafening roar of thunder suddenly resounded in his ears.

After the heavy rain suddenly stopped, before everyone had time to rejoice, a lightning bolt fell from the sky, slashing straight at the huge and heavy golden coffin in this clearing.

When I saw this paragraph in the movie, Huang Xiaohao was still a little strange, not to mention that the thunder is the nemesis of all demons and monsters, such a lightning bolt slashed down, and the zombies in the coffin, even if they were not split into ashes, they had to be electrocuted! How could they still break out of the coffin without any damage and wipe out this corpse carrying team?

At this moment, Huang Xiaohao realized that it was the four soldiers who pushed and pulled the golden coffin, which played the role of the ground line. They had been completely drenched in heavy rain before, but at the moment they had excellent electrical conductivity, plus they were in direct contact with the entire golden coffin.

As soon as the lightning struck the top of the golden coffin, it immediately led underground through the four humanoid ground wires, and it did not affect the zombie inside the golden coffin at all.

No, there is still a little effect, there should still be a little electricity flowing into the golden coffin, awakening the sleeping zombie. Although it was a little far away, Huang Xiaohao still keenly sensed that a trace of electric current that was so weak that it could not harm the zombies at all stimulated the silent corpse qi in the golden coffin, and stimulated this corpse qi to be completely active, and even Huang Xiaohao had such a feeling: The zombie in the golden coffin, after being electrocuted like this, seemed to be taking drugs, and was a little excited.

Could this be the legendary overpower?

In Huang Xiaohao's sense, this zombie who was excited after being electrocuted was already planning to break out of the coffin before the others could recover from such an unexpected change of lightning strike.

With just a slight push, the ink fountain net, which had already been washed away by the rain, immediately shattered inch by inch.

"Hurry up and get the rope, hurry~!" Seeing that the zombie was about to come out of the coffin, Qianhe Dao shouted a command, and immediately jumped up, and the whole person pressed onto the coffin lid of the golden coffin, and pressed the coffin lid down again, preventing the zombie from pushing it away.

"Hurry up, I can't hold this coffin board down~!"

The Thousand Crane Daoist felt the huge force under his buttocks, and shouted anxiously, and then his four apprentices threw over a thick piece of hemp rope, and after the Thousand Crane Dao Commander caught it, he cooperated with his four apprentices to tie up the golden coffin with this hemp rope.

However, this kind of behavior is completely useless, and the excited zombies can even push away the ink fountain net, let alone this ordinary hemp rope.

The zombie in the golden coffin pushed hard, and the hemp rope as thick as the baby's arm shattered inch by inch, and the entire coffin lid, like a flip phone, bounced up with a brush.

The head of the Thousand Crane Dao who was pressed on it naturally bounced out, and after falling to the ground, before he could react, he saw that the coffin lid made of pure gold and extremely heavy also fell from the sky and pressed down on his head.

"Ah~!" The Chizuru Dao Leader only had time to move his body, and before he could completely dodge, he was pressed to his left leg by the coffin lid, and let out a miserable scream.