On the second day, Ma Rulong and Hong Tianci contacted the road police, and the water police acted together, preparing to use Ma Rulong to disguise himself as Zhou Yongling and determine the route map, as an internal response, so that everyone could land on the island and destroy Luo Sanpao and others.

But the strange thing is that they waited at the dock all day, but they didn't wait for the person Zhou Yongling said about the joint.

After about a few months, Luo Sanpao and his party seemed to have evaporated from the world, until Ma Rulong and others accidentally caught a thief, and after strict interrogation, they learned that Luo Sanpao was slapped to death by a flying devil-like figure one night a few months ago!

But that's a story for later.

Let's say that Zhang Wen, after returning to the Taoist Hall, he instructed the Seven Water Ghosts to go out to search for the whereabouts of the blue-faced ghost king, and for two or three days, he failed to find the whereabouts of the blue-faced ghost king, and the ghost king seemed to have evaporated from the world.

It's night again, and the zombies are deserted.

Flapping the edges, live chickens flapping their wings and struggling.

"Wow......"

The chicken was just about to scream, but the sound stopped abruptly, and when he got closer, there was only a piece of chicken feathers left, and a few skinny chicken corpses on the ground that did not see blood.

The zombie brothers and sisters licked their lips, in their hearts, this kind of day is really good, they have food to eat every day, and they don't need everyone to grab a chicken.

"Bao'er, Hanlin, dig a pit and throw the chickens in."

The voice suddenly came from the gate, and the two zombies paused, and their bodies could be clearly seen trembling slightly.

The two zombies nodded obediently, bent down to dig a pit, their claws were sharp, and they easily dug a big pit in the ground, and the chicken corpse was thrown into it, and then a flame flew in, fell into the pit, and burned the chicken corpse.

You can clearly see the trembling of the two zombies, especially when the strange flame floats in, the two zombies can't help it!

The person who came was naturally Zhang Wen.

Now that there is nothing to do, he is ready to settle the matter of promising Bao Guoan's zombie family, and count them as a reward for their service.

Zhang Wen sat at the table, and in front of him there was a pile of paper, as well as pen and ink.

Bao Guoan stood respectfully in front of Zhang Wen.

"I will help you with what I promised you that day." Zhang Wen said: "I know you can't speak, there is prepared pen and ink here, although your body is stiff, but I think it is much softer than ordinary zombies, write it, at least let me understand it." ”

Let the zombie write, of course, it is not as easy as imagined, even if Bao Guoan is much softer than other zombies, but this "many" still has to be put in double quotation marks.

Bao Guoan grabbed the brush with one hand, and the tip of the pen touched the paper, and immediately stained a large piece.

Paper pieces were scrapped.

You can also see Bao Guoan's nervousness.

Zhang Wen waited patiently, he sighed in his heart, the biological hormones left by the bearded man had almost been used up, he could go to the Americas, now his mana is strong, and it will take a long time for others to return to the void monks, and he can easily travel back and forth between the two places with the ability of ginseng beads.

If Bao Guoan drank biological hormones, with his current wisdom, except that he couldn't speak, it was estimated that he would be no different from ordinary people.

But Zhang Wen has another concern in his heart, Bao Guoan's wisdom is the same as that of human beings, if he drinks hormones, what changes will there be, but it is not something that Zhang Wen can control, if he creates a lawless and invincible zombie king, it will harm others and himself.

The reason for this is that Zhang Wen can't take the four zombies under his hands, and he can't form a restriction, so he can only suppress and deter with his own strength.

It took more than ten minutes for the zombie to finally succeed in writing a crooked word on the paper.

"Mole"

"Moles?" Zhang Wen thought about it before asking: "You mean, the person who harmed you has a mole on his body?" ”

With Bao Guoan's skills now, it is not difficult to take revenge, but Bao Guoan can only hide in this wilderness to steal chickens and kill people, such as rats crossing the street, which can only show that Bao Guoan does not know who his enemy is.

Bao Guoan's body is stiff and difficult to write, but he is definitely not a person without purpose, since it is so difficult to write a word that seems to be like it, there must be a reason.

Sure enough, after Zhang Wen finished speaking, Bao Guoan nodded vigorously.

Then I picked up the pen again, and it took a long time to successfully write down the word "hand"!

"The one who has a mole on his hand is the one who harms your whole family?" Zhang Wen asked again.

Bao Guoan nodded vigorously, and a little joy could be seen on the corpse's face.

There is a mole on the hand, and the area is too wide to detect even if you look at the city under your feet.

"Anything else?" Zhang Wen asked.

The zombies looked at each other in pairs, and finally looked at Zhang Wen together, shaking their bodies stiffly, acting as shaking their heads.

"This ...... I'll find someone to check it out for you. ”

If it is said that whoever has a mole on his hand, the corpse poison is completely gone, and Ah Bing, who has picked up a life, is the most suitable.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Ah Bing knew that his little life could be picked up, it was God's eyes open, and there were nobles to help him.

Therefore, when Zhang Wen found Ah Bing, Ah Bing did not hesitate and immediately took over the task.

There is a desert island outside Hong Kong, and there is no one on the island, only a huge cemetery.

There is a standing sign on the pier with three words written on it.

"Ghost Spirit Island"

The remaining paper man and paper horse fell to the ground, and before the fire could finish it, it was extinguished by a heavy rain, and the paper that was pasted on the outside turned into paste, leaving only the skeleton of the paper horse inside.

And under this cemetery, there is a yin house.

The house covers an area of more than ten tilts, with bungalows, cars, paper people, maids, and servants.

In the Yin Mansion, a ghost smoke is churning, and above the ghost smoke, there is a flame about half a fist size is tumbling and burning, using the gloomy ghost smoke as firewood, burning endlessly, not extinguishing or extinguishing!

This ghost smoke is the blue-faced ghost king, and he never thought that he would end up like this without being bad for a while.

Fortunately, what was summoned by Luo Sanpao at that time was only a part of his own mana, not all of it, otherwise the Samadhi True Fire really burned from his mouth, and it is estimated that a blue-faced head was also burned into charcoal at this time.

The mana returned to the palm of the hand, with the true fire of Samadhi, and in an instant, it burned to the wrist.

The blue-faced ghost king could only frantically pour out the mana in his body and spray it out with flames, so that he didn't let the samadhi true fire contaminate himself too much.

But the consequence is that the samadhi true fire has been supplied with mana, like a flame that has eaten enough gasoline, and the fire is flourishing!

The blue-faced ghost king will make offerings to the Samadhi True Fire regardless of the cost, only hoping that the Samadhi True Fire will burn more slowly.

With his ghost king cultivation, he can't support it for too long.

In an instant, the flames had climbed up the big arm and climbed up the shoulder!

Knowing that this fire was powerful, the blue-faced ghost king was shocked.

"Samadhi real fire? It's a pity that it's just a legal fire, a fake, it's almost the same as the three fires, and it's not worthy of the word true! ”

A voice erupted from all around.

Immediately, a brush appeared out of thin air from the air, and the brush was drawn from top to bottom, and with a slight stroke, the space seemed to be cut open!

If Zhang Wen was here, his eyes would definitely widen.

With a stroke of a brush, it can shatter space! He had never seen this kind of method in the hands of the Returning Void Cultivator, I am afraid that no one who is not an immortal can use such a heavenly skill!

The pen and ink slashed across the burning arm of the blue-faced ghost king, and instantly cut off the arm wrapped in samadhi true fire!

Suddenly attacked, the ghost king's face changed greatly.

He has cultivated into the body of a ghost king, and can manifest during the day without being affected, at night

But after seeing the pen clearly, he immediately put away the expression on his face and became extremely respectful.

"Your Excellency!" The ghost king bent over with one arm, his head drooping.