Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 52
Hearing this, Uncle Nine showed a bit of embarrassment. His two apprentices really went to the theater to do something.

However, he thought about it seriously.

It's just to disturb the group of lonely ghosts, and there is someone who can embarrass these ghosts, then things will be easy to handle.

Uncle Jiu directly ignored the responsible words, and it wasn't Wencai, Qiusheng, or Lin Jiu who embarrassed the ghost messenger.

This account cannot be settled on Yizhuang's head.

"Then you don't go to settle accounts with that person, why did you come to my Yizhuang?"

However, just as Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he found the four ghost messengers looking at each other, not knowing what he was talking about.

Only then did it suddenly occur to him that the four ghost messengers couldn't understand what he said at all.

As a fourth-grade Taoist master in Maoshan, and a banknote-printing class in the underworld, he can indeed understand the common language below, but it doesn't mean he can speak it.

After a moment of silence, Uncle Jiu walked slowly to the corner, and picked up a plate of mud balls from the Land Lord's tribute.

Then he went back to the chair next to the table and sat down, looking at those mud pills, his body suddenly had a rejection reaction.

Uncle Jiu really didn't want to eat it.

At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, and Qiu Sheng ran in from outside drunk.

But when he saw these ghost messengers, his heart was filled with emptiness.

With a flattering smile, he walked through the ghost station, walked behind Uncle Jiu, and then bowed his head in silence.

Inside the Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu saw the gazes of these ghost messengers and kept staring at Qiusheng.

The man-eating look in his eyes showed that things had begun to change.

So he sighed helplessly, resisting the discomfort in his body, picked up a mud pill, put it in his mouth, and said.

"It's hard to blame my apprentice for this matter, but you are all here, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, the four ghost guards looked at each other, and from Uncle Jiu's tone, he knew that he wanted to settle the matter.

"300 billion ghost notes, and then you must find out the person who is tonight before the gate of hell is closed tomorrow, or you will bear the consequences!"

There are two purposes for these four ghost messengers to visit Yizhuang tonight.

One is to ask for medical expenses.

The second is to seek revenge from Ren Mu.

Although the four of them combined could not defeat Ren Mu.

But the most indispensable thing below are ghosts, if four are not enough, then forty.

When they returned to the bottom just now, they had already issued a killing order from the underworld.

He thought that the guy who punched out the thunder tonight was only at the peak of the fourth rank.

After hearing the ghost messenger's words clearly, Uncle Jiu was shocked, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

However, before he could open his mouth, Qiu Sheng, who was drunk, was dazzled when he saw the mud pills on the table.

Thinking it was a meatball, he snatched it up and ate one with lightning speed.

But before he had tasted it, he heard the ghost messenger's words, Qiu Shengjiu was strong and courageous, and immediately became furious, slapped the table and roared.

"You paper figurines, you have a big tone, 300 billion ghost notes, I have worked so hard to print them for a few months, and only 100 billion have been printed!"

"What's more, in the theater, we didn't do anything, but since you all pushed it to me, do you think Maoshan is easy to bully!"

Qiu Sheng's words made Uncle Jiu understand immediately that his apprentice really did not cause any trouble.

Even so, things became easy to handle again.

He is a fourth-grade Taoist in Maoshan, Lin Jiu is not being blackmailed by ghosts!

However, these ghost messengers dared to blackmail Uncle Jiu, and they were well prepared.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Guichai immediately erupted with a powerful aura, wanting to use the cold ghostly aura of a fourth-grade ghost to teach him a lesson.

Suddenly, a whirlwind of gloomy and cold momentum was formed over Yizhuang, and it quickly blew towards Qiusheng.

"Crack!" The wind was so strong that Qiu Sheng couldn't stand still, the plate in his hand broke, and all the mud pellets fell on the ground.

"Hmph, friends are here, treat each other with courtesy. The wild dogs are here, patriarch Excalibur is waiting for you!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu, even though his body was exhausted and his mana was insufficient.

But he also quickly circulated the remaining mana in his body to completely release the powerful aura of a fourth-rank Taoist.

A cyan whirlwind instantly rose beside him, protecting Qiu Sheng in time.

And the cyan whirlwind is getting bigger and bigger, and in the small Yizhuang, it collides with the imposing whirlwind of ghosts.

With Uncle Jiu's exertion, he pushed back all the pressure of the ghost messenger.

But these ghost messengers were not to be outdone, and directly fought with Uncle Jiu.

These four ghost messengers were wounded to the foundation by Ren Mu's Yin Lei Emperor Corpse Fist, and they couldn't exert much strength.

And Uncle Jiu's situation is not very good.

Both sides are equally indifferent, for a while, the two whirlwinds collided continuously in the Yizhuang, pushing back and forth, and no one could do anything to the other.

However, Uncle Jiu's originally pale face lost its color bit by bit under the desperate use of mana, as if he was struggling before dying.

And those four ghost messengers, although their faces were snow-white, saw Uncle Jiu's situation, they all smiled a little.

In the imposing competition between the two sides, one can already tell who is stronger and who is weaker.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's eyes were fixed on the two colliding whirlwinds in the air.

He has already seen his cyan whirlwind, which has been pushed by the opponent, and the speed of rotation has slowed down a lot.

"I can't lose to this group of robbers!" Uncle Jiu roared in his heart, and was about to bite the tip of his tongue, and use the essence and blood full of vitality to suppress these ghosts.

However, with such a desperate effort, even if he wins, he will have to cultivate for several months.

"Boom!" When Uncle Nine was about to go all out, the tiles on the roof couldn't bear their imposing pressure and fell down.

It just happened to be at the weakest point in the aura competition between Uncle Jiu and Guicha, and the two colliding auras separated quickly.

Moreover, there seems to be a mysterious force on the tiles, which prevents the two whirlwinds of momentum from colliding with each other.

After a while, both sides pulled back one after another, and the two whirlwinds dissipated into the air.

"Huh!" Uncle Jiu looked at the intact tiles on the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing that the master was a little weak, Qiu Sheng picked up a cup of tea in a panic and handed it over.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's hands trembled a little, but in order to maintain his powerful majesty, he was a Taoist priest in Maoshan.

He still managed to take the tea that Qiu Sheng handed over, and after taking a few sips, he finally recovered.

The situation of these ghosts is not very good, and it can be seen that Uncle Jiu is already at the end of his battle.

The people who know you best are often your enemies.

The four ghosts have cooperated for many years, and the ghost power has long been able to operate freely.

With four enemies and one, he discovered that Uncle Jiu's toughness was just pretending, and if the stalemate continued, he would definitely lose, so he could blackmail him at will.

But these ghost messengers knew that Uncle Jiu was dying, but they didn't do anything, they just stared at the tiles on the ground.

(End of this chapter)