dragon hunter

Chapter 67
Seeing that Fatty Wang was about to be strangled by that zombie, I rushed over and pushed Fatty away with my palm before I had time to think about it.

There was a sharp pain in my shoulder, as if being pinched by an iron claw, I groaned, and threw the talisman paper in my hand towards the face of the zombie beside me.

Since I learned how to make talismans, I made two cowhide pockets at my waist, which are full of drawn talisman papers.

The burly man fell under the spell and became a painless zombie. His face was burnt black by the talisman, but he refused to let go.

"The lowest phosphorus talisman, apart from its ability to spontaneously ignite, is too weak in restraining evil spirits." I felt a little bitter in my heart.

My shoulders were tightly strangled, and my forehead was so headache that I was sweating, but I couldn't move my body.

Seeing a few zombies around me coming to me, I yelled, "Fatty, don't die."

"Fatty is here!" Fatty Wang yelled, and he got up quickly, like an angry wild boar, leaning towards the burly zombie.

The burly zombie was knocked and flew to the side, and Fatty Wang became a rolling gourd. I covered my shoulders and grinned, bloodstains were faintly visible on the broken clothes.

"Are you okay, is it okay?" Zhen Qingyi's voice was full of concern. She and Li Xiaolei were entangled by several zombies, and they couldn't get away either.

"It's okay!" I slapped my swollen face to pretend to be a fat man, and seeing that zombie on the ground was about to get up, I rushed over and pulled Fatty Wang up, and ran to the side.

"You little dolls, with such poor skills, dare to swim in the muddy water of Majia Village." The old boatman was as flexible as a cunning rabbit, surrounded by a group of zombies, with ease.

Seeing the dangerous situation on our side, he rushed over and kicked the burly zombie that had just climbed up. A string of black donkey hooves danced airtightly. Several small zombies around were hit by the black donkey hooves and fell to the ground. The ground trembled.

"When I was young, I once met a master of physiognomy, who was unpredictable in physiognomy, and I admired his skills very much." The old boatman grabbed my arm and led me towards a group of zombies.

"Grandpa, why are you dragging me? It's so dangerous." My figure couldn't help but ran towards the group of zombies opposite.

"I've learned a little bit about the footwork of that Xiangmen master. Whether you can understand it depends on your chance." The old boatman let go of my arm, changed his footwork, and slammed into a zombie beside him.

I stared blankly at the figure of the old boatman. When I was a child, I read a lot of martial arts novels, and I also dreamed of being a hero. I hoped to be like the protagonist in the martial arts novels, learn a high level of martial arts, and travel all over the world.

However, on the way to Shaolin Temple, he was caught and beaten by his second uncle, and he finally understood that what a bullshit hero is, after all, it's just a story in a book.

After all these years of group fights, I thought that a single brick could break the world in martial arts, but I didn't expect that such a little old man suddenly appeared and said: "Young man, your skills are too poor, I want to teach you a set of footwork."

I'm so excited, the years have been unlucky recently, and I keep encountering all kinds of weird things, every time I'm chased like a dog, I also deeply hate myself for being too poor.

I didn't blink, I stared at the old boatman's feet, and gradually I saw some tricks. The footwork of the other party has something to do with gossip. Every step I take, it seems that the steps are not big, but they just happen to avoid the zombies. attack.

"It's useless to watch without practicing. Come and try yourself." The old boatman shook his figure and pulled me into the group of zombies.

I was in a hurry, throwing the talisman papers in my hands, dodging the arms stretched around me in embarrassment, and I was about to be strangled by the neck with both hands.

"Left step forward, step on the ridge." The old boatman kicked me.

I grew up reading the Book of Changes when I was a child, and I am very familiar with the gossip. Every time I move my footsteps, I subconsciously walk towards the threshold.

"Take a half step to the right and step on the Kun position." The old boatman stretched out his hand to support me who almost lost my balance.

As soon as the other party finished speaking, I subconsciously stepped on the Kun position with my right foot, my body swayed, and I almost fell down. Thanks to a hand stretched out from the side, I was supported.

If you are not familiar with gossip, it is extremely difficult to get started with this set of footwork. Fortunately, I have a solid foundation, and under the guidance of the old boatman, I gradually learned some tricks.

Seeing that every time it is dangerous and dangerous, I can always escape the zombie attack in time, and I am secretly proud of it.

What's even more amazing is that from the tattoo on my back, there was a heat flow, and after flowing into my legs, I felt that my steps were lighter.

"Hey, your doll is weird. You are young, but you have internal energy in your body." The old boatman looked at me strangely, but didn't go into it.

"Damn it, I've become a master in just a few minutes." Fatty Wang was dumbfounded, and ran over with a shy face, "Old man, you can also teach Fatty me."

"You have an expert to teach you, I have nothing to teach you." The old boatman looked at the fat man carefully and shook his head.

Fatty Wang, with his face on his back, rushed towards a female zombie silently, Wang Baquan danced vigorously, venting his inner grievances.

Worried about Zhen Qingyi's safety, I took the time to look back, but my eyes widened in surprise, there was a new change there.

The zombie controlled by Li Xiaolei had a few silver needles stuck in his head, and he was as fierce as a dragon, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. He was alone and dragged down three companions.

"The potential is stimulated. I didn't expect the girl to be a descendant of the medical school." The old boatman's black donkey kicked and danced, and the zombies around him fell down like dumplings.

After a lot of hard work, everyone finally knocked down the group of guys who had been enchanted and turned into zombies. The old boatman immediately urged me to feed the group of guys who had been enchanted with pills.

The clothes on my body were all soaked with sweat, and when the mountain wind blew at night, I shivered, but my heart was more or less relieved, at least the crisis in front of me was resolved.

The old boatman took out a small flashlight and walked towards the ancestral house. It was quiet inside, and he didn't know what was there.

I was a little worried, handed the small medicine bottle in my hand to Zhen Qingyi, and chased after him.

With the dim light of the flashlight, I could clearly see the appearance of the ancestral house. It was a dilapidated old house with a long history. The doors and windows were all wooden structures from the past, and the window paper was all rotten.

A few dilapidated wooden windows were slanted, covered with dust and cobwebs, it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, and it didn't look like it was inhabited at all.

The old boatman stepped over the broken threshold and walked into the house with a flashlight. The scene inside made my heart beat faster.

The ancestral house is very spacious, with coffins scattered all over the place, twisted blood-red runes painted on the ground, black silk hanging from the beams of the roof, flying in the wind.

"Yin-yang silk, it's no wonder there are dream spirits in the barren village." The old boatman used a flashlight to shine on the fluttering black silk and satin, with such a tone as expected.

"Yin-Yang silk?" My heart tightened. The little thief said that the silk scarves sold by Ghost Weaver would become Yin-Yang silk if they were full of human blood.

Looking at the black silk and satin fluttering in the room, I seemed to see skinny ghosts, and I felt a creepy feeling in my heart.

"The people in these coffins are sacrifices." The old boatman narrowed his eyes and said.

I suppressed the fear in my heart, looked at the coffins in the room, and gradually realized that these seemingly messy coffins were actually placed carefully.

"It's a bit like the corpse awakening array, which actually introduced the evil spirit of the corpse farm, so vicious." I took out the compass, saw the direction of the beating pointer, and gasped.

The corpse raising place was originally a place where evil spirits gather, and the Juesha awakening corpse formation is like adding fuel to the fire, magnifying the evil spirit here tenfold, making this ancestral house almost a forbidden place for living people. No wonder the group of ghosts love Otherwise, they will all turn into zombies.

I quickly bit my finger and drew a blood talisman between my eyebrows to prevent the evil spirit here from invading my body.

"Hey, isn't that Old Xu?" Fatty Wang's voice came from outside the door, his face was pale, and he pointed to a coffin by the wall.

I turned around and saw that the coffin lid by the wall was only half covered, revealing half of Ghost Tan Xu's face.

My heart tightened, and I walked over quickly, and lifted the lid of the coffin. Ghost Detective Xu was pale and lay motionless in the coffin.

"Don't move yet, there is a black thread attached to his head." Fatty Wang leaned over nervously, staring at Ghost Tan Xu's head.

I looked up and saw a trace of black air extending from the top of Ghost Tan Xu's head, all the way to the depths of the ancestral house.

"It's so vicious, something is extracting his soul." My complexion changed, and I threw a piece of burning talisman paper, cutting off the black thread attached to Ghost Tan Xu's head.

"Oh my god, there is a black thread attached to each of these coffins." Fatty Wang opened his yin and yang eyes, and he is most sensitive to things about the soul.

I probed Old Xu's nose and saw that he was still breathing weakly. Hearing Fatty Wang's exclamation, I realized that the situation was not good. I remembered that the old boatman said just now that the people in these coffins were all sacrifices.

"Hey, where is the old man?" I glanced around, but found that the old boatman was gone.

"I don't know, I saw the old man over there just now." Fatty Wang looked around with fear in his eyes and looked around in surprise.

"Come on, help me get old Xu up first." I pulled Guitan Xu's body, feeling dead.

"How's the situation?" Zhen Qingyi ran over quickly, and was startled when he saw Ghost Detective Xu lying in the coffin, "Ah, what's wrong with him?"

"In a coma, bring a small pill here." I patted Lao Xu's face, but he didn't respond.

"Here!" Li Xiaolei ran in panting with a small medicine bottle in her hand.

I pushed Ghost Tan Xu's lips away, fed a pill in, and together with the fat man, carried him out of the house.

"Hey, he's about to wake up." Zhen Qingyi followed behind and said something hurriedly.

Ghost Detective Xu moved his eyelids, opened his eyes, and looked a little dazed. After seeing us, he immediately struggled to stand up, "You guys are here, hurry up, go and save my sister."

Fatty Wang and I supported his arm and asked anxiously, "Where is your sister? There are too many coffins in there, please show us."

Supported by us, Ghost Detective Xu walked tremblingly to the door, pointed to a coffin in the room, then his body went limp, and he fell into a coma again.

Fatty Wang and I put Ghost Detective Xu by the wall, ran quickly to the side of the coffin, opened the lid vigorously, and saw a haggard woman lying inside, her figure was as thin as a stick, her lips were chapped and white.

"Fatty, help me." I lifted the woman's upper body and greeted the fat man on the other side.

Seeing a strand of black air as thin as a gossamer attached to the opponent's head, I freed up a hand and threw a burning talisman to cut off the black air.

Fatty Wang and I carried the woman, feeling light and light, the other was like a hollow dead wood without the slightest weight.

"Old Xu's sister is dying, her soul is incomplete." Fatty Wang's eyes flashed intolerable.

"Do your best and obey the destiny!" I said hurriedly, signaling Fatty Wang to move faster.

This house is very weird, and the old boatman disappeared inexplicably, which made me feel a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)