The sound of the ghost crying gradually weakened, and finally subsided completely, Bai Luo hugged Xue'er, who was a little paralyzed in his arms, and slowly knelt on the ground.

"Cher's ......"

Bai Luo couldn't see the slightest sadness on his face, but his hands were trembling, and he gently pulled the broken hair in front of Xue'er's forehead, Bai Luo looked at the delicate pale cheeks, and dropped a kiss on Xue'er's cold forehead.

The lips moved slowly, Bai Luo took Xue'er's soft lips, the golden pupils shone slightly, and a golden round pill fell into Xue'er's mouth and slowly crossed into Xue'er's body.

Worm Blue finally understood Bai Luo's thoughts, "You...... If you actually give up a hundred years of cultivation, you will die! ”

The golden round pill is the inner pill cultivated by zombies, and only to the extent of Bailuo can zombies produce inner pills, and what Bailuo has to do is to give up his own cultivation and use zombie inner pills to let Xue'er's soul transcend the six reincarnations and not drink Meng Po soup.

Walking across the Nai He Bridge, not drinking Meng Po soup, I wish only that the encounter in the next life will continue to write the first meeting in this life.

……

Cher's body turned into ashes little by little, and finally dissipated completely.

Bai Luo's hands hugged in vain, but his arms were empty.

After a moment of silence, Bai Luo slowly raised his head and looked at Worm Blue, "Now, it's your turn......"

Bai Luo got up and walked towards Worm Blue step by step, like a hundred ghosts bound by invisible chains behind him, slowly emerged, roaring hideously, as if he had seen a supreme delicacy, and rushed to Worm Blue.

"No, don't...... Stay back! ”

Worm Blue struggled and roared, but was overwhelmed by the hundred ghosts in an instant.

A terrible scream came from Worm Blue's mouth, this was the pain from the Hundred Ghost Phagogues, even if he endured a thousand cuts, it was not as good as just in case.

Under Bai Luo's deliberate control, it took half an hour for the screams of the insect blue to disappear completely.

A hundred ghosts returned to the body, and there was not even a drop of blood left on the ground.

Looking at the ghost that escaped from the worm blue, Bai Luo pointed out, and a ray of black light fell on it, "I won't destroy you, I will let your soul be tortured, and you can't get rid of ......"

Bai Luo muttered softly and looked up at the sky, now, he didn't have more time to pay attention to Worm Blue.

The zombie was gone, and it should have disappeared, but Bai Luo was different, relying on the Buddhist scriptures, and with the help of the host, he was able to retain a trace of essence.

This trace of essence allowed him to live like a mortal for decades.

And relying on the zombie's bloodline, Buddhist scriptures, Maoshan Tao Te Ching, and Turtle Breath Gong, he can sleep for a hundred years, preventing the passage of life until ...... Cher is reincarnated.

Cher's reincarnation, about a hundred years later.

The prefecture has the rules of the prefecture, and no matter how strong Bai Luo is, he can't violate it.

Therefore, Bai Luo can only choose to believe in the host and wait for a hundred years.

Now, Bailuo has to find a place for himself where no one will disturb him...... Habitat.

Bai Luo didn't say goodbye and went straight down the mountain.

Without cultivation, he still has an extraordinary physique, with an astonishing speed, and disappears in an instant.

……

Thirty years later......

In a bustling and lively town, there is a very famous Yizhuang, in which three people live.

The owner of Yizhuang was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with half-white hair and thick eyebrows, and they were joined together, so he called himself a man of the eyebrows, while the people in the town respectfully called him Uncle Ying, or Uncle Jiu.

The other two people in Yizhuang are the apprentices of Yimei Daoren, about twenty years old, one is called Ah Hao and the other is called Ah Fang.

"Master, the little zombie stole my pants again."

"yes, got it."

"Master, the little zombie also knocked over my food."

"yes, got it."

Ah Hao's face was full of grievances, looking at Uncle Ying's self-absorbed drawing talismans without care, and couldn't help but say, "Master, I don't think that's a little zombie, it's your son!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ah Hao screamed "ouch", covered his head, and picked up the wooden block that Uncle Ying threw over on the ground.

"Mouthy!"

Uncle Ying scolded, but he didn't get angry and continued to draw talismans.

Ah Hao didn't care, obviously he had already figured out Uncle Ying's temperament, and stepped forward with a smile, gossiping: "Master, for so many years, why did you just overkill zombies, but you didn't kill one?" ”

Uncle Ying paused, his eyes were a little hazy, as if he had thought of something from the past, but then patted him on the top of Ah Hao's head, "You dare to inquire about even Master's affairs." ”

"Master, I'm just curious......

Uncle Ying looked at Ah Hao, "You really want to know?" ”

Ah Hao nodded repeatedly.

Uncle Ying put down the wolf pen in his hand, put away the drawn talisman seal, and then moved the bench, came to the courtyard, and sat down upright, "It's been so many years...... Since you want to know, let me tell you about it......"

The next moment, Ah Fang came out of nowhere, holding a chair in his hand, moving quickly, and sat in front of Uncle Ying, "Master, please speak." ”

Uncle Ying: "......"

"Chirp ......"

The little zombie, who looked like he was only five or six years old, also jumped over and stood beside Uncle Ying, making an appearance of listening carefully.

Uncle Ying couldn't help laughing, the spirituality of this little zombie is too high, almost like a human, which is why Uncle Ying is reluctant to overdo it.

Perhaps, one day, this little zombie can reach the height of his senior brother.

And it is his responsibility to educate the little zombie correctly......

Looking at the two apprentices in front of him looking forward to it, Uncle Ying smiled slightly and began to tell.

"That year, I was only eight years old, and that was the first time I met my senior brother......"

"Senior brother is a hundred-year-old zombie, but he never hurts anyone......"

"Senior brother fell in love with Senior Sister Xue'er......"

"Senior brother destroys the ...... of a hundred ghosts"

“……”

One by one, one by one, Uncle Ying told everything in his memory.

Holding it in his heart for so many years, he also wants to have someone to talk to.

Senior brother, are you still alive?

The little A-Ying of the year has grown up......

……

"Chirp ......"

The little zombie screamed twice, stretched out his stiff arm, and wiped the corners of Uncle Ying's eyes with his cold little hands, which had some tear stains.

Uncle Ying smiled and stroked the little zombie's head and comforted, "I'm fine." ”

The door of Yizhuang was suddenly knocked, the voice was urgent, Ah Hao got up and opened the door, a middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and rushed into Yizhuang, "Uncle Jiu, we dug a well in that area according to your instructions, but we dug up a dried corpse!" ”

"The dry corpse's eyes are red, the body is hard, and the fangs are sharp, will the corpse change, we don't dare to play it arbitrarily, so we can only come to ask you."

Uncle Ying immediately stood up, "Lead the way ahead, I'll take a look!" ”

According to what the middle-aged man said, the dry corpse has a high chance of being transformed, and it must be disposed of as soon as possible.

Uncle Ying walked out of Yizhuang, the sky was suddenly overcast, and in a short moment, it was pouring rain, and the rain curtain obscured the vision......

(End of chapter)