Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 25 Battle with Mao Zang
  The night was already very late, everyone was very sleepy, but no one dared to sleep. The slightest movement would cause jealousy.

"Master, do you think this old man won't come? You've been waiting all night."

Wencai's eyelids couldn't help but drop, he yawned widely and said listlessly.

Even Qiu Sheng couldn't stand it anymore. He told his aunt tonight to stay in Yizhuang to help, but he was also sleepy-eyed: "Yes, master, why don't we go back to sleep, maybe Mr. Ren won't come tonight."

An Yan was very energetic. Staying up late was a common occurrence for him who came from modern times.

At this time, I'm afraid it's already two o'clock in the morning.

Uncle Jiu, who had advanced cultivation, could naturally withstand it. When he saw that Tingting was also drowsy, and it was not long before dawn when the rooster crowed, he thought for a while and said, "If your eyes are sleepy, just go to bed first. I'm here to guard."

"I can't do it anymore. I'm going to sleep first." Ah Wei didn't want to move for a long time. Hearing this, he wanted to fall asleep.

Bang!
  Roar!
  There was a sound from the direction of the morgue, accompanied by the roar of zombies.

"coming!"

The people in the room were so excited that they all woke up instantly and no longer felt sleepy.

The ordinary people in the security team were sent back by Uncle Jiu. If there were too many ordinary people dealing with zombies, they would only get in the way.

"Master, wait!"

Uncle Jiu wanted to rush out, but was stopped. He looked at An Yan in confusion.

"Master, we should stay together at this time and not disperse our forces." An Yan thought of Mrs. Ren's cunning, so she grabbed Uncle Jiu and said, "Mr. Ren's target is Tingting, and she will definitely come here in the end."

"That's right! Uncle Jiu, let's stick together." Ah Wei didn't want Uncle Jiu's thigh to leave his sight, otherwise he would be scared.

If the poison from his corpse hadn't been completely removed, the others would have run away long ago.

Uncle Jiu thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he sat down with his golden sword again, wearing a yellow robe and holding a peach wood sword in one hand. He felt full of security just by looking at it.

Old man Ren outside was in bad luck, because Yizhuang was covered with ink lines, yellow talismans and glutinous rice.

As soon as Old Master Ren jumped in just now, he landed on the ink line, burning his copper skin and iron bones with sparks flying everywhere. The glutinous rice under his feet burned his feet, leaving dark footprints. The pain made Mr. Ren roar angrily. His body was covered with a layer of light white hair, and bursts of black corpse aura emitted, instantly corroding the ink lines.

It was obvious that Mr. Ren had become a hairy zombie that could be compared to a spirit-refining god, with leaps and bounds and bronze skin and iron bones. Fortunately, it has just transformed into a hairy bone, otherwise it would be invulnerable to ordinary fire, and it would no longer even be afraid of the sun.

Of course, if it really gets to that point, I'm afraid it's not far from black zombies.

Facing the hot ground, Mr. Ren Tingting jumped up and landed on the roof. He sniffed his nose slightly and looked for Ren Tingting's location.

Roar!
  Finally, he found it, and there were other smells of blood food.

Mr. Ren couldn't wait any longer. He jumped up and jumped from the roof of the morgue to the roof of the lobby. The heavy body suddenly collapsed the tiled roof, and the whole body fell down.

When Uncle Jiu and the others were wondering where the current old man would appear from, there was the sound of falling tiles from the attic, accompanied by the roar of corpses.

"upstairs!"

Uncle Jiu jumped up in an instant, took three steps with his mahogany sword in his hand, stepped on the stairs and flew up to the attic.

Ah Wei screamed out of fear and hid behind Qiu Sheng who was nearest. Ren Tingting and Wen Cai grabbed An Yan's arms, making it impossible for An Yan to go up and help.

Seeing this, An Yan smiled bitterly and stayed below to protect the three of them with Qiu Sheng.

"Death!"

When Uncle Jiu saw the white hair growing on Mr. Ren's body, his pupils shrank. He moved his mana finger and wiped it on the peach wood sword. The golden red light on the sword wiped off by his finger made it turn from an ordinary peach wood sword to golden red. laser sword.

Holding the golden-red peach wood sword, Uncle Jiu slashed at Old Man Ren's body. The pure Yang mana and the Yin evil corpse energy collided and burst into flames, and the white corpse hair was charred and rolled up. Old Master Ren had a fierce look in his eyes, opened his mouth and roared with black energy. He slapped away the mahogany sword that was struck on his body with one hand, and then stabbed Uncle Jiu with his long black nails. It had no effect. Uncle Jiu changed his color slightly and immediately raised his sword to block. The huge force suddenly broke the enchanted peach wood sword, causing Uncle Jiu to retreat continuously.

Mr. Ren ignored Uncle Jiu and looked at Ren Tingting downstairs. The blood of his close relatives was resonating. Compared with the blood of others, he now only wanted to drink Ren Tingting's.

So after forcing Uncle Jiu back, Mr. Ren showed his long and thick fangs and jumped down from the attic.

"Qiu Sheng! Pull the net!"

"it is good!"

Seeing that Mr. Ren was about to jump down, An Yan immediately broke away from the two of them, turned to the side, and grabbed the black dog blood fishing net on the ground. Qiu Sheng pushed Ah Wei away from behind and grabbed the fishing net on the other side.

Ah Wei didn't expect Qiu Sheng to deliver a fatal blow. He covered his lower body and arched his waist, gasping for air: "The egg! It's broken!"

The black dog blood fishing net was pulled up by An Yan and Qiu Sheng, and Mrs. Ren jumped straight into the net. In an instant, it seemed as if a large firecracker was set off, crackling and roaring.

drink!
  An Yan and Qiu Sheng used their strength together to pull Mr. Ren to the ground.

With a good opportunity, An Yan saw Mr. Ren fall, and immediately took out the peach wood sword and flew up. The magic power surged up and the peach wood sword was dyed with golden light.

"Die!"

He shouted loudly, holding the mahogany sword tightly with both hands and thrusting it down into the back of Mr. Ren. A clear cracking sound was heard, and the ten-year-old mahogany sword broke directly. Before An Yan could be frightened, Mrs. Ren burst out with strong black corpse energy and shattered the black dog blood fishing net. He jumped straight up and knocked An Yan away with a sweeping iron arm.

Bang! An Yan screamed in pain and was hit hard on the wooden table, which was instantly crushed.

"Brother An!"

"An Yan!"

Ren Tingting and Wencai were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. When they saw the zombie jumping towards them, they were so frightened that they grabbed the wooden chairs and threw them at Mr. Ren.

Facing the wooden chair that was thrown at him, Mr. Ren blocked it with a wave of his hand.

"Don't be afraid, cousin! Cousin will protect you!" Seeing Ren Tingting in trouble, Ah Wei couldn't care less about the pain in his balls and hurriedly drew his gun and shot.

boom! boom! boom!
  The bullet that hit Old Mrs. Ren only broke a few hairs on his body, and hit the copper-clad iron frame with a harsh sound of metal collision.

"Damn! This shotgun is useless!"

Ah Wei's face turned green with anger, and he threw the pistol to the ground. For the first time, he felt that he was such a waste for carrying a gun.

Qiu Sheng rushed up from behind and choked Mr. Ren, trying to trip him up. Unexpectedly, he didn't move at all but dragged him forward.

"Written talent!"

"I am coming!"

As soon as the Wen Cai in front opened his clothes, which were covered with corpse-suppressing charms, he immediately pounced.

Roar!
  The corpse suppressing charm had some effect, which angered Mr. Ren. He grabbed Wen Cai and opened his mouth to suck the blood in front of him.

The stench hit his face, and Wencai turned pale with fright. He pressed his hands against the foul-smelling mouth and hurriedly shouted for help.

"Master! Help!!!"

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