The van that crosses

Chapter 62 No Resistance
Time suddenly came to night.

The ninth uncle and his apprentice really didn't come back tonight, and the corpse was imminent. They needed to find a feng shui treasure as soon as possible and bury the corpse.

Zhou He and Qianhe made some food at will. After Qianhe and the little prince finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhou He, on the other hand, came to the morgue where Mrs Ren's corpse was placed.

Zhou He took a futon, sat cross-legged on it, pinched his fingers with both hands, and began to practice qigong.

Over time, more and more yin qi began to be absorbed by the coffin.

No, it should not be said that it was absorbed by the coffin, but by the old man Ren in the coffin.

"Squeak!"

A peculiar voice caught Zhou He's attention.

Zhou He opened his eyes, and suddenly, he saw that the coffin was lifted up a little except for the one below.

The zombies inside are breaking the coffin.

"Are you going to come out?" Zhou He saw this scene, stood up, and moved his muscles.

"Boom boom boom..."

The next second, the coffin was scattered and fell to the ground, and then a figure stood up from inside.

"Ha!" The zombie let out a breath of corpse, and then set his eyes on Zhou He.

Zhou He's body exudes majestic blood energy all the time, and in the eyes of zombies, it is simply a super tonic pill.

The next moment, the zombie jumped high and jumped towards Zhou He.

He felt that as long as he sucked Zhou He's blood, he would definitely gain great benefits, which was even better than sucking the blood of his blood relatives.

"You are very courageous, and dare to take the initiative to attack and send you back to the west with one punch!" Zhou He clenched his fist and his left foot suddenly took a step forward.

Immediately, the blue brick beneath his feet cracked.

"Dead!" Zhou He slammed the zombie's stomach with a punch.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

Seeing that the zombie's figure flew back directly, even the door of the morgue was smashed, and then smashed heavily on the wall of the yard.

The entire body of the zombie is half embedded in the wall, which is really impossible to buckle.

"It's almost, your zombie is much weaker than the royal zombie." Zhou He walked from the morgue to the backyard.

"What happened?" At this moment, Qianhe put on a coat and ran out.

As for the little prince, the child, in addition to being injured, slept to death and didn't wake up at all.

"This is a zombie? The corpse has changed?" Qianhe saw the face of the zombie on the wall changed slightly.

"It's okay, just leave the zombie to me." Zhou He smiled lightly, stepped forward and grabbed the zombie's legs.

With a violent tug, the zombie was ripped off the wall.

Without waiting for the zombies to resist, Zhou He lifted it high, and then slammed it on the hard green brick road.

"Boom!" The blue bricks on the ground were smashed to pieces.

"Roar!" The zombie roared with its mouth open, trying to struggle, but it was powerless to resist.

"Boom boom boom!" Zhou He smashed his face a dozen times, and the ground around him was full of potholes.

Zhou He was not satisfied, and his feet began to stamp on him frantically. After a few minutes, Zhou He stopped.

The zombie at this time fell to the ground, trembling all over, trying to get up, but couldn't move at all, only the head could move.

Zhou He smashed it a few times, directly smashing the bones of the old man's body.

If you want to recover, you can either suck blood, or you can recover by absorbing yin and moonlight essence.

Unfortunately, it has no chance.

Zhou He looked left and looked, and found that there was a huge stone grinding plate in the corner of the backyard, which seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

Zhou He immediately walked over, luckily, and then shouted, and directly hugged the stone grinding plate.

Then he slowly walked to the zombie's side and let go.

"Boom!" The stone mill smashed the zombie directly into the ground.

"Okay, it's alright, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy, we will continue on our way in the morning tomorrow."

"Uh. Okay." Qianhe swallowed, stunned.

At this time, he can really see the power of Zhou He.

It is really terrifying that such a heavy stone grinding plate can be carried so far, and it is no wonder that Zhou He's blood can play an extremely powerful role in Fulu.

"Looks like I'm going to use some Daoyou Zhou's blood to refine a few talismans." Qianhe rubbed his chin and thought.

……

Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and it was just before six o'clock.

Jiu Shu returned to Yizhuang with Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng tired.

They didn't notice anything wrong, because they came in the front yard, and the morgue, in the back yard.

"It seems that Junior Brother and the others haven't gotten up yet. Forget it, let's go to sleep first."

"You two, go, put a stick of incense on everyone in the morgue, I'm sleepy, I'll go take a nap first." Ninth Uncle rubbed his neck and searched for a night, and finally found a place that could The feng shui treasure land to suppress zombies.

"Don't be lazy for me, go to the incense and sleep." Jiu Shu urged.

"Yes, Master!" The two stretched their voices, seeming so unwilling.

But there is no way, who made them not come back yesterday, and they had no choice but to make up for it this morning.

Ninth Uncle just took off his coat and was about to lie down on the bed when he heard a scream from the backyard.

Ninth Uncle's face changed drastically, and he seemed to think of something bad. He didn't even bother to wear his clothes. He picked up the peach wood sword beside him and headed towards the morgue.

When Uncle Ninth came to the morgue and saw the scattered coffins, his face became extremely ugly.

At this time, he also saw the broken door and the huge stone grinding disc outside the yard.

"Zombies, there are zombies." Wen Cai hid in the distance with a look of fear.

"Master, Master, look, zombie, there is a zombie under the grinding wheel, Mr. Ren." Qiu Sheng squatted on the edge of the grinding wheel and pointed at the zombie with half of its head slightly exposed.

Fortunately, the grinding disc was big enough to block the sunlight for the zombie, otherwise, the zombie would have died in the sunlight.

"What's going on here?" Ninth Uncle hurried over and squatted down to check.

This is indeed a zombie. Last night, the old man had turned into a corpse, but why was the zombie pressed under the grinding wheel?
"Could it be Zhou He?" Uncle Ninth sounded his junior brother and said that Zhou He's force was superior, and he suppressed the zombies on the van.

"Senior brother, you are back. Last night, the zombies broke the coffin and were suppressed here by fellow Daoist Zhou." At this time, Qianhe walked from the morgue to the backyard.

"Sure enough, it's Fellow Daoist Zhou. Fortunately, he is there. Otherwise, this zombie's broken coffin will cause endless disasters." Jiu Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, the ink bucket lines have all been played on this coffin. It stands to reason that it can't break the coffin. It's strange." Ninth Uncle looked puzzled.

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