It must be for the money! I came in early to kill people for my life, and I was a thief.

While comforting his sister to sleep, he thought to himself, when he glanced back, the black shadow outside the room suddenly disappeared, and the big stone on Mao Xiaojuan's chest fell, and it was strange that he was not nervous when he met the thief, looking at his sister who was sleeping sweetly, he covered the quilt tightly, and stayed for a while, before he cautiously walked to the window, his fingers dipped his mouth saliva, the window paper poked holes, and Mao Xiaojuan looked out nervously.

There are thieves at home, it's strange if you're not nervous, and you don't know if you're leaving?

The night was long, and under the moonlight outside, a dark shadow was sneakily walking out of the door with his heels.

Ma Dan, he was so poor that he wasted his time in the middle of the night. The black shadow opened the door of the courtyard of Mao Xiaojuan's house, took a sip, and under the light of a white lantern hanging outside the door, he showed his figure, a middle-aged and thin man, dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a peachwood sword, with a bell hanging under his waist, a roe deer, with two mosaaches, his face was very gloomy, and he was obviously very unhappy.

"Is the Taoist priest a murderer? Otherwise, how can he come to the door to steal money?" Mao Xiaojuan's heart moved, "In this life, the Taoist priest represents the zombie, if there is a Taoist priest, there will be zombies and ghosts, and if you are not worried about not being able to find a bad place, if you keep up with the Taoist priest, there will be zombies and ghosts, and the problem of poor talent can be solved?"

"Chase!" Mao Xiaojuan's heart was hot, and he secretly followed with his heels without thinking about it.

When I arrived at the door of the house, the night was as cold as water, there was no one in the dark street, and the cold wind was blowing.

Mao Xiaojuan was not in a hurry, there was a confident smile on his delicate little face, looking for the ground, finding a bamboo strip from the weeds on the side of the street, holding a bamboo strip wet with morning dew in his hand, waving it for a while, the bamboo strip fluttered dexterously on the body, pinched the fingering point of the body with one hand, and said something in his mouth: "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law, the heaven and the earth are endless, thousands of miles of tracking, now!." ”

With this wave, the little face was tense and colorful, and Mao Xiaojuan looked like a little Taoist.

As soon as the voice fell, Mao Xiaojuan felt the blood boiling all over his body, his eyes lit up violently, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the street, fluttering away. With his current Taoism, he can only trace the blood qi that has just appeared, and it is rumored that the cultivation is deep in the depths, with this small spell, no matter how long the person has stayed, as long as he has stayed, he can catch up with the weak qi and blood.

This method is only a temporary improvement of people's ability to feel, it is a Taoist method, the body slapping and twisting and other actions cooperate, forcibly open the blood orifice, and urge the blood and qi to improve - the Taoist Buddhism is deep and boundless, the deeper Mao Xiaojuan feels its elusiveness, and it can only be explained scientifically like this, which is the best way for the older generation to summarize, and it can be used without cultivation.

The same goes for the shaman who dances the great god. Those Taoist priests who do the Dharma for others, holding a peachwood sword and waving it wildly, chanting words in their mouths, and not moving anywhere in their bodies, know at a glance that there are fake Taoist priests, how can there be so many magical things in the world, there are advantages and disadvantages.

"You have to find it quickly, otherwise it will take a long time, and the consumption of qi and blood will be extremely large. The hand became a sword finger to capture this trace of blood, and felt the blood and qi of the body to push violently, Mao Xiaojuan knew the drawbacks, his heart tightened, and he chased after it very quickly.

Follow the blood and go straight to the outer city, the ancient evil ghosts, zombies and monsters are raging, the city wall is built and added, piled up more and more farther away, but the city outside the city is really not inhabited, and the population is mainly concentrated in the inner city. A large population means money, and the management is more stringent, and the insecurity of the city outside the city, the sparse population, the barren mountains and rivers, and the inconvenient transportation are also a major reason.

After chasing the blood in the middle of the night, he came to a mountain range, and through the mottled leaves, Mao Xiaojuan saw a dim light in the hidden place halfway up the mountainside. A little light was evident on the dimly lit hills.

Mao Xiaojuan squatted on the spot, pointed at the sword with his hand, and thrust into the overgrown ground, feeling the slightest cold air seeping out of the ground, his eyes lit up, and his heart was happy: "It's a bad land, sure enough, where there are Taoist priests, there is a bad land." ”

As far as the eye can see, the surrounding flowers and trees are flourishing. Evil land: Flowers and trees flourish but it is a cold place, and wild beasts dare not approach and avoid it.

I didn't hear any insects and frogs, and Mao Xiaojuan was even more sure in his heart. This is what he has been accustomed to for many years, and he always explores everywhere he goes.

When he found the mountain, Mao Xiaojuan had just arrived at the hut halfway up the mountain, and found a chicken coop in the forest, where many roosters and old hens were sleeping in the trees or grass with their necks bent.

Looking at the chicken coop, scattered chickens are piled up in piles, covering an area of at least one acre, one acre past, at least thousands of various chickens, Mao Xiaojuan was happy: "I have no money to raise a little female ghost, so I will send it to the door, enough to eat for several years......"

The halfway mountainside hut is built next to the mountain rock, gloomy and cold, and there is a gossip mirror hanging above the door of the hut, which looks like the Taoist priest lives.

Outside the dimly lit house, there stood an old zombie with a pale face, dressed in a zombie robe, with a hat, sharp fangs showing out of its mouth, at least an inch by eye, with long and thick fingernails like black nails, and standing with black stains, a mid-term bronze corpse. And next to the old zombie stood a little zombie, a small zombie robe and the old zombie robe in stark contrast, tattered, teenage appearance, very cute, showing small fangs, crooked hat, tilted head is sleeping.

The two zombies had big dark circles in their eyes, and their nostrils were wide open, facing the moon, and as soon as the moon moved, they jumped and moved, and the slightest hint of white breath could be seen, and as they breathed, they were inhaled.

The thin Taoist priest grabbed a chicken in one hand, pinched the beard in the other hand, shook his head and came to the outside of the room, stretched his waist with his hand, raised the bell and shook it, and the crisp "bell bell" rang, and the two zombies woke up very quickly, looking at the chicken in the hand of the Taoist, the two zombies were bright-eyed, and the two hands were straight up, jumping up and jumping up one after the other.

The lean Taoist priest saw that the little zombie was actually jumping faster than the old zombie, and he came to him at once, and spit flew at the face of the little zombie and scolded angrily: "Foodie, if you can't train, you know what is the use of eating, raising you? I've been raising you for a few years, it's almost half a year! If I don't train you, Daoist, I will lose money, if it weren't for the glimpse of your little zombie who looks good and can sell it for a good price, I won't train you stupid stiff." ”

Saying that, the lean Taoist priest saw that the old zombie also jumped over, looked at the chicken, a pair of cloudy old zombie eyes with a fierce desire, and stretched out his tongue to lick a circle of slightly dry and pale lips, his eyes were soft, he reached out and picked up the peachwood sword from his back, and the lean hand pinched the chicken's wings hard, and the chicken suddenly became magical, and stretched his neck straight towards the bowl on the table.

The lean Taoist peachwood sword slashed through the neck of the chicken, the chicken straightened its neck as if it didn't feel a trace, and the chicken blood sprayed wildly into the bowl, and the little zombie saw it, and jumped closer, looking at the chicken blood, saliva swallowed straight to the throat and rolled, and his eyes were hot.

After releasing the chicken blood, the little zombie came over at once, and the lean Taoist priest was obviously very angry, so he touched the peach wood sword on the ground with a large basin of unknown black blood, and then pumped it towards the little zombie, and said angrily: "Get out." ”

"Wow wow. The little zombie was pumped, cried bitterly, and jumped away, looking at the peach wood sword with black blood in the thin hand, there was deep fear in the small eyes, and then "hissed" where the thin Taoist priest slapped his arm, there was a corroded wound, and there was a large piece of flesh in the clothes that were corroded and pitted, the little zombie grinned in pain, jumped on the ground, and stopped for a while, and the wound also stopped corroding.

The lean Taoist priest was obviously familiar with the road, added water to dilute a large basin, picked up a large bowl and handed it to the old zombie, his attitude obviously changed greatly: "Lao Hao, I have worked hard for you, eat." ”

The old zombie called Lao Hao, who had been very calm next to him, jumped and took it, and the ugly old face looked at the lean Taoist priest and showed an even more ugly smile, and his hands were stiff and took the bowl, obviously very difficult, and slowly bent his hands, raised them to the mouth and drank them, and after a while, he drank all the essence, and coughed full, obviously full of wine and food.

The little zombie has been salivating from the side, with tears still in his eyes, poking his little head and licking his lips, obviously very longing. Zombies also have moisture and can naturally shed tears.

"If you want to eat, you can go. The lean old Taoist priest glanced at the little zombie, and the peachwood sword pointed to the clearing.

"Huh?" The little zombie looked at the peachwood sword, looked down at the clearing, there was a confused look in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to wrap around his head, obviously not understanding.

The lean Taoist priest was furious: "What a stupid person, just this simple move, I have practiced for more than half a year!" Holding a peachwood sword, the black blood under him was "popping" and jerking at the little zombie.

The lean Taoist priest smoked the little zombie with his head and scurried wildly, crying bitterly, like a child, "Wow, Wow, Wow...... and cried bitterly, and his body was covered with scars after a while.

The lean Taoist priest yawned: "Sleepy, Ma Dan, Lao Hao go, let this stupid stiff think about what is wrong here, let's go into the room and rest." The old man held the basin of chicken blood, and walked towards the room without turning his head, and the old zombie jumped in with his humanity.

"Bang" as the door closed, sobbing and choking, the little zombie who had been anxiously watching the lean old way into the door jumped up, poked the door with both hands, jumped wildly, looked at the empty surroundings and was obviously flustered, with the helplessness of a child, wow wow cried in a low voice for a while.

After poking the door weakly, he jumped for a while, the little zombie was obviously tired, his hand covered his gurgling belly, and he jumped back to the same place, his head lowered, looking at the outside of the Nuo compound, there was a trace of longing in his eyes, but he was covered up by deep fear, his eyes were shining and he looked for the ground and the desktop, and found a drop of chicken blood on the desktop, and his eyes showed a look of surprise, and he looked down and licked it, revealing a deep satisfaction......

"It's really backward, and it's stiff with the blood of a black dog, what kind of fight has it become, it's really strange and pitiful. Looking at the pitiful appearance of the little zombie, he poked around with the feathers of two stolen chickens and looked distressed.

That look, as if the little zombie was in his pocket, and the little zombie's injuries were all his treasures.

The little zombie doesn't have much wisdom in forming a brain, so it's naturally stupid, and it has to be taught patiently, how can it be trained with black dog blood. Although the little zombie is not intelligent, it still has a little bit of humanity......

"Stop. Mao Xiaojuan's hands grabbed the chicken's wings and pinched their backs, and the two energetic chickens suddenly withered, shrunk their necks and remained motionless, and their wings and feet were not fluttering, and they were weak.

"Shhhhhhhh