Zhang Wuren kept drawing something on the coffin with cinnabar mixed with chicken blood, and I opened the lid of the gasoline drum and put it in the most appropriate position. Then he also pinched the windproof lighter in his hand.

This is our last resort, and if we can't subdue this old zombie, we will not hesitate to ignite the fire. When the time comes, when life is at stake, who can control so much.

After cleaning up, Feng Zhuanghan also came over with food. Although they are all takeout, they taste really delicious. Feng Zhuanghan also carried beer and asked us if we would drink, but Zhang Wuren and I refused.

I say working hours, don't drink.

After eating and drinking, the three of us were ready to rest. Because the time of opening the coffin is set for the second half of the night, around three o'clock in the morning. At that time, the yin energy begins to dissipate and the yang energy rises, which is also beneficial to us.

But after Zhang Wuren went into the basement to check it, he came out with a gloomy face. I hurriedly asked him what was wrong, and he gritted his teeth and said that the Buddhist inscription painted with chicken blood cinnabar just now had melted, the bronze mirror on it had also rotted, and the Sanqing Town corpse talisman had also turned into a pitch-black color.

In other words, this old zombie is afraid that it won't wait until the early hours of the morning to make a fuss, so we have to stay by the coffin tonight.

As soon as I heard this, I chuckled, but when it came to the end, there was no way to hide, so we packed up our things and went into the basement.

Feng Zhuanghan was a little relieved, and also came in with an axe. This guy is tall and big, and he is also a soldier, so he probably won't lag behind when it is critical. Now there is one more person and more strength, so neither Zhang Wuren nor I rejected him.

The basement was dim and dim, and the three of us sat on the ground and didn't chat, but took care of our spirits. At twelve o'clock, I clearly heard a scratching sound coming from inside the coffin.

It's like someone is scratching at wood with their sharp nails.

The three of us perked up, and said that this old zombie finally couldn't help but come out.

Strange to say, the big black dogs who were lying on the ground all stood up, but it was very good, the big black dogs did not bark, but grinned at the coffin. Zhang Wuren waved at me, and the two of us stood on both sides of the coffin, one left and one right.

After getting close to the coffin, I found that the Sanqing Town corpse talisman had already fallen to the ground without knowing when, and the talisman paper was so black that I couldn't see the original color. The bronze mirror on the coffin lid also fell to the ground crookedly, and I reached out to hold it steady, but as soon as I stretched out my hand, the bronze mirror shattered in half.

The fracture does not look like copper at all, but rather like fragile black charcoal.

This bronze mirror suppressed the zombie king for hundreds of years, and now it has finally lost its copper nature, and it is useless to be eroded by yin qi.

Zhang Wuyi's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand and put the gossip mirror in the position of the bronze mirror, he whispered, insist on opening the coffin until three o'clock, and now this guy rushing out is harmful to us!

After the gossip mirror was put up, the inside of the coffin immediately fell silent. I just breathed a sigh of relief, and I saw that the Buddhist texts on the coffin seemed to have dried out, and they dissipated very quickly.

Zhang Wuren said a word of! I heard a bang, and the whole coffin was broken.

I watched as a swarthy man burst out of it and pounced directly on Zhang Wuyan.

Zhang Wuren's reaction was much faster than mine, his body was short, and he grabbed the tantric iron rod in his hand and pulled it directly. The shadow swooped into the air, and its hands had been slammed into the basement wall, and there were two holes on the spot.

I almost didn't get scared, because the walls in the basement are load-bearing, and they are all made of reinforced concrete, and this guy can put a hole in it with just one hand, which is fucking better than a steel knife! Thanks to Zhang Wucan't help flashing fast just now, otherwise he would have been torn apart on the spot.

The ground was covered with cinnabar, and the old zombie stumbled when he stepped on it. Zhang Wuren is right, zombies stepping on cinnabar are like humans stepping on coals, this is estimated to be enough for him.

I hurriedly went to get the lightning strike wood, but I didn't expect Zhang Wuren to roar, hurry! Let the dogs go! As he spoke, he pulled out a red rope from his bosom and rolled on the spot, and the red rope had been wrapped around the old zombie's calf.

As soon as Feng Zhuanghan over there pulled the rope, ten big black dogs pounced on him violently. The black dog is psychic, and the most evil thing is to see it, and the scene of ten big black dogs together is really spectacular.

The soles of the old zombie's feet were eroded by cinnabar, he was unstable on his feet, and his legs were tied by red ropes, and he couldn't break free in a hurry, so the big black dogs took a big advantage, and the old zombie that bit couldn't move. The old zombie was also very powerful, and his two steel knife-like claws grabbed a big black dog, and with a force, he immediately tore the unlucky big black dog in half.

The black dog's blood mixed with internal organs poured the old zombie on his head and face.

Everyone knows that black dog blood can ward off evil spirits, and this old zombie tore up the big black dog, which happened to be our plan. This guy is ignorant after all, and when the black dog's blood is poured on his body, his whole body becomes extremely clumsy.

Zhang Wuren shouted, Lao He! Look for a chance to stuff the lightning strike wood in his mouth! Feng Zhuanghan, don't be idle, prepare the coffin nail!

I took a step forward, just in time to see a big black dog being kicked upside down by the old zombie, and then falling to the ground and convulsing. I said in my heart that this old zombie was doused with the blood of a black dog and was so fierce, if we didn't have these things, we wouldn't be able to do it.

There were still four or five of the ten big black dogs left, and the rest were either disemboweled, or thrown out and thrown to death. However, the remaining four or five big black dogs also killed the red eye, and they fought to the death. I circled around the back of the coffin, and the lightning struck the wood sideways and smashed it into the old zombie's back.

To say that this masculine lightning strike wood is indeed easy to use, I hit it with a stick, and I felt that my palms were numb, like holding a leaking electric shocker. Seriously, I'm not sure if it was a hallucination at the time, but as soon as I went down with a stick, I saw the old zombie pause visibly.

This pause was caught by Zhang Wuren, he rubbed his body and straightened up, turned the tantric iron rod sideways, and directly choked the throat of the old zombie.

Lao He! Hurry up! I hurried over to stuff the lightning strike wood in the old zombie's mouth, but this guy kicked me and flew me upside down on the spot. I just felt a pain in my chest, and I didn't know that my ribs were kicked and broken by this guy.

Zhang Wuyi scolded, glared at Feng Zhuanghan, and said, Old Feng, don't be afraid of death if you don't want to die!

Feng Zhuanghan was not a timid person, otherwise he would not have followed us to the basement. It's really that he doesn't know how to start, don't look at the fire axe in his hand, but he doesn't know where to cut.

Zhang Wu couldn't help but be anxious, and said that you fucking smashed it with eggs!

Feng Zhuanghan came to his senses at this time, grabbed the egg on the ground and smashed it.

To say that there is something like eggs that is also particular, because this thing does not distinguish between yin and yang, and does not belong to the five elements. It's chaotic inside. But this also alludes to the truth that heaven and earth are born in the first place. In Zhang Wuren's words, that is, every egg is a small world, and if this thing is used well, it can actually be of great use.

Some of the eggs on the ground had been trampled by the big black dog, but many more were still there. Feng Zhuanghan grabbed the egg and smashed it at the old zombie without a head.

Now the old zombie finally can't bear it.

With my feet on the cinnabar, my legs were entangled in red ropes and I couldn't jump up, and I was not only covered with black dog blood, but I also struck me with lightning. This Wang Ba punch down, even the immortals couldn't bear it, plus the eggs smashed by Feng Zhuanghan, the old zombie was stunned.

I seized the opportunity and hurried over, and the lightning strike wood was desperately stuffed in its mouth. The guy's body trembled twice, as if he wanted to stand up again, but in the end he didn't jump up.

The old zombie didn't move, but my heart was still pounding. When I was nervous just now, I didn't feel scared, but the old zombie didn't move, and I was a little scared. Really, if we hadn't arranged it properly, I'm afraid it would have really been planted.

Zhang Wuren got up and asked me if I was okay? I shook my head, but I felt that my hands and feet were so sore that I couldn't stand up. Zhang Wuren handed me a cigarette and said, smoke a cigarette!

I saw that his hands were covered with black dog blood, and his cigarette was also full of blood, so I didn't answer it, saying that there was a gasoline drum next to it, so forget it.

Zhang Wuren didn't speak, but limped to pick up the corpse of a black dog from the ground. The corpse had been torn apart by the zombie's steel knife-like claws, and its head was gone. Zhang Wuren took out the black dog's blood from his cavity and poured it all over the old zombie.

Feng Zhuanghan smiled bitterly beside him, he couldn't ask for the corpse now. Waiting for Boss Peng to come over, I don't know how to get angry.

I told him, it's good to save your life tonight, what else do you want? But this old zombie is useless? Or was it temporarily restrained?

Zhang Wuren found a few coffin nails from the coffin lid, and when he heard me ask, it was not so easy to scrap it. Don't look at this old zombie who was caught off guard by us and lost a big defeat, but if it takes a few more nights, he can always ease up.

As he spoke, he took Feng Zhuanghan's fire axe and nailed the coffin nails one by one into the old zombie's body, one on each of his limbs, one on his head and one on his chest.

After the six coffins were nailed in, Zhang Wuren was truly relieved.

This job was really not easy, I was kicked and broke two ribs, and Zhang Wuren was twisted and broke his leg by an old zombie. On the contrary, Feng Zhuanghan didn't have any. But our image is already good, at least four of the ten big black dogs are still alive, and the other six have either been torn apart alive or smashed into a ball of meat sauce.

The basement was blood-red, either black dog blood or cinnabar, and broken eggs all over the floor. I said what to do with lightning striking wood? You can't keep stuffing it in his mouth, can you? This thing is ours.

Zhang Wuren said that he couldn't move for the time being, and now the old zombies are all relying on lightning strikes. When it gets dark, I'll ask for a few corpse talismans, and I'll be able to take away the lightning strike wood.