Yan Xu shook his head, it seems that this mountain is not as good as he imagined, so let's go home and have a look.

Just as Yan Xu was thinking about this, he found that there was a fire not far in front of him, so he was overjoyed, quickened his pace, and walked to the front to take a look, it turned out to be an abandoned grass shed next to the road, and he could see a cloth banner with a tea word hanging on it.

But there is already someone in the grass hut, a sturdy man in his thirties, but now his condition is not very good, he is using the fire to burn the dagger in his hand, and at the same time tearing off his shirt, revealing one shoulder, Yan Xu can see that the other party's shoulder is pierced with a black nail, and he can still smell the fishy smell from afar, obviously this man is not only hit by a hidden weapon, but also the kind with poison, at this moment, in order to heal the wound, he has to use a red-hot dagger to cut off the necrotic flesh around him.

"You can't do that. Yan Xu suddenly spoke, and the other party was suddenly startled, jumped up with a dagger, and looked at Yan Xu vigilantly.

"Whose child are you, the third watch ran to the wilderness in the middle of the night?" looked Yan Xu up and down, the man relaxed a little, but still asked vigilantly, after all, it is also an old man to live to this age, it is impossible to relax his vigilance because Yan Xu is young, and he will relax a little because of Yan Xu's temperament, at a glance, he knows that he is from a rich background, and he is still a rookie who has just gone out.

"The disciple of the Lower Purple Cloud Temple, Yan Xu. Yan Xu didn't think there was anything wrong, and walked into the grass shed as he spoke, while looking at the roast chicken on the fire.

"Forget it, you kid is bold, you dare to go out alone in these years, so I will let you rest here for one night, and go back as soon as possible tomorrow, the current rivers and lakes are not the rivers and lakes of the past. When the man saw Yan Xu walking in unsuspectingly, he immediately shook his head, sat down again, and tore half of the roast chicken for him.

"Thank you. Yan Xu was not polite, he took the roast chicken and ate it, although the taste was not as good as that made by the Taoist chef on the mountain, but it also tasted different in this wilderness.

Maybe he was afraid that the wound would scare Yan Xu, the man pulled up his shirt again, Yan Xu finished eating the roast chicken, took out a talisman and wiped it on his hand, and suddenly all the oil disappeared, and then said.

"You invite me to dinner, I'll help you heal your wounds, you are a coffin nail, and now you have been poisoned by the corpse, but you can't just dig it out. Yan Xu saw that there was no oil stain on his hands, nodded with satisfaction, and then pointed to the man's shoulder and said.

"What kind of secret weapon is this?" This man is also an old man, but he has never heard of this secret weapon, is it some unknown secret weapon master, think about the person who shot at him, he has indeed not seen it, and he has never heard of it.

"This is not a secret weapon, it is a magic weapon, refined from the nails of a century-old zombie coffin, it is the favorite magic weapon used by the side door, it takes root in the flesh, and it has corpse poison, it seems that the person who injured you has taken a fancy to your body and wants to refine you into a zombie. Yan Xu shook his head, he didn't know about the masters of the rivers and lakes, but he was very familiar with the methods of the sideways.

The man's face was very ugly, although he had never seen zombies, he had heard of them, thinking that his corpse would be used by people after his death, his heart suddenly became angry, but there was nothing he could do, after all, he had only heard of these methods but had never seen them, so he could only put his hope on this young man.

"It's an exorcism, you put it on the wound and the nail comes off. Yan Xu took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

The man was not afraid of being plotted, now he felt a little cold in his body, and his joints began to become stiff, thinking of the legend about zombies, he knew that what the other party said was true, if the means of poisoning him might have some effect, but in the face of these strange spells, he could only rely on this young man's ability to learn home.

The actual effect was even better than the man imagined, when he attached the exorcism charm to the wound on his shoulder, the nail that could not be pulled out no matter how happened fell off automatically, and a lot of black blood flowed out from the wound, and the stiffness of the body also subsided a little.

Yan Xu looked at the color of the wound, took out a pill and a box of ointment from his arms, and asked the other party to take both internal and external use, and sure enough, his complexion was much better after a while.

"Is this a spell? No wonder my iron shirt doesn't work. "This man is also slightly famous in the rivers and lakes, the people in the rivers and lakes are called the iron-clothed guest, and he has practiced to the peak of the realm of the iron cloth shirt, such as wearing two layers of heavy armor, the knife can not be cut in, the gun cannot be pierced, if it is trained into a zombie, I am afraid that it is not much weaker than the iron corpse of a hundred years of climate, and it is no wonder that it is looked at by the side door.

"You should be more careful in the future, listen to my master, now is different from the past, in the past, monks could not easily attack ordinary people, and martial artists were vigorous, ordinary spells were difficult to work, but now the Heavenly Dao is chaotic, the Dao Demon is rising, especially some people who are on the side of the door have become more unscrupulous, and the martial artists with strong blood have also become a delicacy in their eyes. Yan Xu didn't lie, this was what Xuanyun Lao Dao said to him personally, and it was also a reminder to him that the world is chaotic now, so he should be more careful.

The iron-clad man suddenly realized that there have been more and more similar rumors over the years, and even in the end, they all fell on him, and he was suddenly angry, and he couldn't wait to cut that guy with a knife.

"Jie Ji, the little Taoist priest has some knowledge, but didn't your master tell you not to meddle in things. The sudden sound made the iron-clad man's face change, he couldn't forget this voice, it was this person who injured him.

Slowly walked from the field a short, short and fat strange man dressed in dry grass weaving into a strange coat, a closer look, this appearance is also strange enough, only to see a big round face with a pair of extremely focused mung bean eyes, and at the same time a flattened nose with a thin pointed mouse mouth, from a distance it looks like a groundhog into a sperm.

"Digging the hill gate?" Yan Xu's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the inner lining that seemed to be woven with hair under the withered grass, he suddenly remembered a special genre that the master said, digging the hill gate.

In fact, the digging of the hill is a gang of tomb robbers, their main feature is that they are dressed all the year round with the grave grass and the hair of the dead woven into the cloth, wearing this cloth ghosts can not see them, zombies can not smell their scent, so that the owner of their grave digging can not find them to take revenge, so the people who dig the hill gate have always been dressed all the year round, for fear of being haunted by ghosts.

And the inner lining of this robe is woven with the hair of a dead man in a special way, so it also has the ability to catch ghosts, and it is also a low-level magic weapon.