Chapter 2: Mr. Zombie!

I don't know how long time has passed, Feng Wanli only felt that his head was swollen, the pain was unbearable, and he struggled in a daze, but he was surprised to find himself in a courtyard.

"Yizhuang?"

Feng Wanli looked around, and suddenly found that the traditional Chinese Yizhuang was written on the wooden house in front of him, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and said secretly: "What the hell is this, how did I appear here?"

"Uncles and uncles, I'm back for dinner!" Wen Cai took a handful of incense in his hand and bowed to the door, and then returned to the house.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Feng Wanli's eyes widened, and secretly said Could this be the world of Mr. Zombie?

"But how did I show up?"

Feng Wanli was puzzled, looked down at the brass-colored compass in his hand, and suddenly shuddered: "Do I really have a crow's mouth?" I said before that I awakened the fire ability, and the yellow-haired boy awakened the fire ability. ”

"And I just said I wanted to awaken before I came here, could it be that this is my awakened ability?

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli was full of despair, knowing that he was just complaining, and he didn't want to really mutate at all.

"Who's out there!!"

The appearance of Feng Wanli, of course, did not hide from Wen Cai, and when he heard the movement outside, Wen Cai's face was different, and he stretched out his head with a handful of incense.

Seeing the appearance of Wencai, Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he kept thinking about the plot of Mr. Zombie in his heart, and then asked, "Hello, is this Yizhuang?"

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Wencai has an upright temperament, and he does not doubt that there will be any conspiracy if he suddenly appears in Yizhuang at night.

Looking at Wencai, Feng Wanli gritted his teeth and said directly: "I came here to learn from a teacher!"

"Looking for my master?"

Wen Cai frowned, and suddenly realized that the incense in his hand was about to burn out, so he hurriedly put it aside and continued: "It turned out to be an apprentice, don't leave here, I'll call my master." ”

"Bang dang!"

At this moment, a zombie dressed in a Qing Dynasty official uniform with yellow paper on his face jumped up from the coffin.

"Qiusheng!" Feng Wanli's heart tightened, did he debunk Qiusheng's identity, or pretend to be dead?

"Boy, I heard it just now, you're coming to apprentice!"

Just when Feng Wanli hesitated, Qiusheng directly removed the talisman on his face, revealing a miserable white face, leaning forward slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Hehe and smiling.

For Qiu Sheng, it is obvious that the newly arrived Feng Wanli is more interesting than the silly literary talent.

Feng Wanli looked at Qiusheng who came up, frowned, stepped back and nodded: "Yes, I want to come here to worship Uncle Nine as a teacher!"

"It turned out to be an apprentice?"

Qiusheng looked like this, nodded, and said with a smile: "Hehe! I am the disciple of the ninth uncle you want to apprentice to, what kind of softness do you have, filial piety and filial piety to me, when the time comes, I will help you say good things, and let my master accept you as an apprentice." ”

Speaking of this, Qiusheng looked up and down and found that he didn't look like a rich son, so he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Hmph, Qiusheng, you're messing around again!"

At this moment, two people came to the house, one was the ninth uncle who was familiar with Feng Wanli, and the other was the fourth elder of the ninth uncle's junior brother.

Seeing that he was coming, Qiusheng immediately stood up straight: "There is no master, I see that the kid is unknown and is being interrogated!"

"Nonsense!" Uncle Nine scolded, glared at Qiusheng fiercely, and walked over.

Seeing Feng Wanli's strange appearance, Uncle Nine was surprised, could it be that there were some ghosts and gods making trouble outside the village.

Because Feng Wanli was blocking the door, the four-eyed Taoist did not drive the corpse out of the door, but stopped at the door and watched the conversation between Uncle Nine and Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli lowered his head and said very sincerely: "Boy Feng Wanli, my hometown was plagued by zombies, only I survived visiting relatives, I heard that Uncle Nine is a master of Maoshan Mountain, so I want to come to learn art, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and avenge my parents!"

Speaking of this, Feng Wanli even knelt down.

Although he knelt to the sky and knelt down to his parents, in order to survive, Feng Wanli was also out of the way, and he continued to comfort in his heart: "Is the master a father?" ”

"En!" After listening to Feng Wanli's words, Uncle Jiu's face sank, but he thought about it.

"It's quite pitiful!" Wen Cai frowned and sighed on the side.

Qiusheng rolled his eyes, and directly bumped Xia Wencai with his shoulder: "There are too many poor people, as for whether to accept apprentices or not, let the master decide, you don't talk more." ”

After saying that, Qiusheng immediately picked his eyes at Feng Wanli.

Uncle Nine shook his head and said directly: "You are past the age of cultivation, even if I want to teach, I can't do anything." ”

"I'll go!"

Feng Wan's color is black, and sure enough, he is a supporting role template, no, it is obviously a dragon template.

"What can I do about this, this is a zombie ghost world, if I don't learn some skills, I won't live long. ”

"Bang dang!"

At this moment, Feng Wanli's second-hand brass compass fell out of his pocket.

"Oh, senior brother, I think that although this kid has passed the cultivation age, he is pitiful, so it is better to accept him as a disciple!"

At this moment, the four-eyed Taoist who was originally motionless suddenly stood up.

Looking at the yellow compass on the ground, the four-eyed Taoist was very excited, how much should such a piece of gold be worth.

Uncle Nine was also very clear about his junior brother's virtue, and he was unhappy in his heart, and snorted lightly: "Aren't you just a disciple, I want to accept you." ”

After that, Uncle Nine turned around and walked directly into the room.

It's really another village, although the four-eyed Taoist is the junior brother of the ninth uncle, and his strength is not as good as the ninth uncle, but at this time, the four-eyed Taoist is the best choice for Feng Wanli.

To tell the truth, Feng Wanli is still very interested in refining corpses, well, it would be better if he could control ghosts.

Since ancient times, Xu Xian Sun Snake, Ning Caichen Sun Ghost, these ancestors are all models of wind and thousands of miles.

Feng Wanli is a personal essence, how can he not know the thoughts of the four-eyed Taoist, and hurriedly handed over the brass compass on the ground: "Daoist, this is what I picked up on the road, I am penniless, this should be an apprenticeship." ”

"This... ”

Hearing the three words of the apprenticeship, the four-eyed Taoist who was originally hesitant showed joy on his face.

Apprenticeship, will I accept it justifiably?

The four-eyed Taoist snorted softly: "For the sake of the teacher, I will see that you are pitiful, so I will accept you as a registered disciple first." ”

Although the four-eyed Taoist said this in his mouth, his eyes were firmly fixed on the golden compass in Feng Wanli's hand.

Feng Wanli was very sensible, and hurriedly handed over the golden compass in his hand.

"Hey, hey!"

Holding the yellow compass, the four-eyed Taoist chief looked at the exquisite patterns on the compass, and exclaimed: "This carving skill, could it be that the master carved it?"

"I don't have much time, I want to send customers, so I'll pass on your Maoshan cultivation method now. ”