"Your uncle's."

The black-robed young man felt his scalp tingle, but he didn't stand still, but rushed forward with a straight arrow step.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins! At this time, turning around and running away is simply sending you to death, and only by letting go can you have a glimmer of life.

In the sleeve of his right hand, there was a pile of pardon general talismans, a full six.

This is made by Mr. Feng Shui during his lifetime, and with just one sheet, it can fix the black stiff for a long time.

As for jumping stiff, it must be able to be fixed, but how long it can be fixed, and the black-robed young man has no bottom in his heart.

After all, when his dead ghost master was alive, he was also a Taoist disciple in the later stage of cultivation, and in terms of realm, it was better to jump stiff.

However, it is certain that it will be able to buy him a certain amount of time.

This little time is his last chance.

In the sleeve of his left hand, a peachwood short sword that was only an inch long with a handle fell, and the mana in his body poured into it.

In the blink of an eye, the black-robed young man had already come to Ren Weiyong.

Raising his hand, six pardon general talismans all fell on Ren Weiyong's forehead.

At the same time, the peachwood short sword glowed with clear light and stabbed straight into Ren Weiyong's chest.

On the short sword, there was a strong resistance, and the black-robed young man was not surprised.

"It's done!"

"The pardon general Fu has temporarily fixed him."

"I stabbed ......"

Boom –

The ecstasy in the heart of the black-robed young man could not be expressed on his face, and a muffled sound exploded in his ears.

Ren Weiyong pardoned the general talisman on his forehead, and spontaneously combusted directly without fire.

A pair of miserable white corpse hands lifted, directly grabbed the shoulders of the black-robed young man, and pulled him into his arms.

"Ahh

The sharp pain in his shoulder stimulated the potential of the black-robed youth, and with all his strength, he wanted to stab the peachwood short sword in his hand into Ren Weiyong's chest.

However, this desperate stab is like a stab on a stubborn stone.

The peachwood short sword, which usually encounters evil and invincible, is unable to break through Ren Weiyong's defense at this moment.

"You can't stab it!"

"Iron armor is strong, and the body is as strong as iron!"

"This guy is an iron-armored corpse!"

The face of the black-robed young man showed a look of despair, thinking of what Mr. Feng Shui had told him, the armor corpse xenomorph among the zombies.

Among people, there are aliens, who are born with strange arts. Among the zombies, there are naturally xenomorphs, which are different from ordinary zombies.

Among the zombie xenogies, the most common is the "armor corpse".

A corpse is divided into three types: iron armor corpse, bronze armor corpse, and silver armor corpse.

Iron armor corpse, iron armor, body as strong as iron!

Bronze armor corpse, bronze armor plus body, infinite power!

Silver armor corpse, silver armor plus body, ten thousand laws will not invade!

The three kinds of armor corpses, each with their own natural powers, cannot be measured by common sense at all.

In normal times, if he encounters a corpse, the black-robed young man will definitely be ecstatic.

But now, at this moment, there is only despair in his heart.

"Ho-"

Ren Weiyong grinned, hugged the black-robed young man into his arms, and then grinned, four sharp fangs poked out of his mouth, and lowered his head to lean forward.

The sharp fangs pierced the neck of the black-robed youth, and the mana and soul of the black-robed youth poured out of his body along with the hot blood, and submerged into Ren Weiyong's mouth.

"Good swimmers drown!"

At the last moment when his consciousness fell into darkness, in a trance, the black-robed young man saw his dead ghost master.

In his mind, the first lesson that Mr. Feng Shui taught him came to mind, that is, when refining corpses, you must be in awe, and there can be no luck or slackness.

"Master, I'm so anxious!"

According to the rules, after the corpse raised in the ground is raised, the black-robed young man should practice the corpse control prohibition in the zombie's body as soon as possible to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

But it will take a day or two to re-practice the corpse control ban, and when it is daytime, Lin Jiu finds that Ren Weiyong is gone, and the Ren family will definitely be vigilant.

The black-robed young man thought that the soldiers were fast, so he didn't follow the rules.

So, he's dead!

"Ho-"

In one gulp, he sucked the blood in the black-robed young man's body, and at the same time, even the mana and soul in his body were devoured.

As soon as he came out of the coffin, Ren Weiyong felt the feeling of fullness for the first time, carried the body of the black-robed young man, and turned to leave.

……

Ren Mansion.

All the guards and subordinates were called.

The lanterns and torches on the house were all lit, and the firelight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the Ren Mansion brightly.

The backyard of Ren's mansion was blocked by Ren Fa's guards, and people in the mansion were not allowed to enter without permission.

And he and Ren Tingting accompanied Gu Qianqiu, sitting in the pavilion in the backyard, waiting quietly.

"It's back!"

Suddenly, Gu Qianqiu stood up and looked outside the courtyard.

Whew—

Ren Fa and Ren Tingting also stood up, followed Gu Qianqiu's gaze, and only saw the courtyard wall, and the darkness outside the courtyard wall that could not be dissolved.

Ren Tingting looked at Ren Fa.

Ren Fa shook his head and motioned for him to say nothing.

Soon, they heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Ren Weiyong broke in from the darkness, landed in front of Gu Qianqiu, and threw the body of the black-robed young man on the ground.

"Go, see what's on this guy, if there's anything that represents his identity."

Gu Qianqiu raised his hand and motioned for Ren Fa's father and daughter to step forward, touching the corpse, so naturally let the juniors come.

This is also a kind of exercise for them, after all, it is a matter of time before they embark on the path of cultivation and come into contact with the dead.

You don't even dare to touch the dead, if you really want to deal with the demons and zombies, that is, to deliver food.

“……”

Ren Fa was stunned for a moment and hesitated.

On the contrary, it was Ren Tingting, without the slightest hesitation, and went straight up.

Seeing that his daughter was not afraid, Ren Fa's old face turned red, and he gritted his teeth to endure the fear in his heart and came up.

"Father and daughter!"

Gu Qianqiu saw the reactions of both of them.

The satisfaction with Ren Tingting in my heart continued to rise.

Other aspects aside, at least in the face of mysterious and terrifying things, Ren Tingting is stronger than Ren Fa.

Soon, the things on the black-robed young man were touched by the father and daughter together.

A peachwood short sword, a bronze bell, a bronze token, a few yellow paper talismans, and a few oceans.

Gu Qianqiu waved his hand, and the oval-shaped bronze token fell into his hand.

On the front of the token, a zombie with a hand raised above the sky and the moon is depicted, and the word "corpse" is engraved on the back.

……

Outside Renjia Town, Yizhuang, Lin Jiu was sleeping soundly, and suddenly, the gate of Yizhuang was slammed, and at the same time, it was accompanied by shouts.

"Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle......"

"What's going on again?"

Lin Jiu woke up suddenly, got out of bed, put on his shoes, put on his robe, and hurried out before he had time to put them on.

Evil spirits generally make trouble at night, so for Lin Jiu, it is common for someone to come to invite him in the middle of the night.

It is said that the master has something to do, and the disciple obeys him, but the reality is that every time, he has to open the door in person.

As for his two apprentices, if Qiusheng was okay at night, they would all go back to the town to live.

The rest of the literary talents, once they fall asleep, can't even wake up with thunder, so they can't be counted on.