Entering Uncle Ying's Zombie World

Chapter 50 Royal Zombies
"Yes, Junior Brother Hao is right. It's the rainy season. It comes and goes quickly. There's no way to prevent it."

The four eyes immediately echoed: "Junior Brother Qianhe, if it rains, the ink fountain will melt, it's not a joke."

Yixiu looked at Hao Lan in surprise. He really didn't expect this, and Master Yixiu became a little embarrassed. If that happened, it means that he did something bad with good intentions.

"Are you tearing it down or not?" Wu Shilang asked, looking a little impatient.

After weighing the pros and cons, Taoist Master Qianhe said to Wu Shilang, "No more demolition, no more demolition."

"It's so annoying, saying to dismantle it for a while, and not dismantling it for a while." Wu Shilang glanced at the few people with a slightly complaining look, and went back to that little brother.

"North, south, east, west, no demolition." Taoist Qianhe said to his disciples, and then looked at Hao Lan gratefully, because it was hard for him to say that because Gu Yixiu was here.

"Daoist Qianhe, the poor monk almost did something bad with good intentions, what a sin."

With a little apology, Master Yixiu clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly. Master Yixiu didn't mind the apology.

Hao Lan was not surprised by Master Yixiu's apology. As a true Buddhist monk, his mind is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and he will also compete with Simu.

"Uncle Nuomi." Jia Le came at this moment, and handed a small bag of glutinous rice to Daoist Qianhe.

After receiving the glutinous rice, Daoist Qianhe said goodbye to them, and then set out on the road.

"I hope you will never need glutinous rice." Looking at Qianhedao's long-gone back with four eyes, he murmured worriedly.

Seeing this, Hao Lan expressed his plan: "Senior Brother, I'm afraid that something may happen to Senior Brother Qianhe, so I'll follow secretly and escort him to Beijing."

Hearing this, he looked at Hao Lan in surprise, he never expected that Hao Lan would propose to protect Taoist Master Qianhe and go to Beijing together.

"Brother, are you serious?"

Hao Lan nodded. No one knew better than him. If he didn't follow, Daoist Qianhe would be killed by the royal zombies. If he didn't meet him, Hao Lan couldn't help even if he wanted to. Going to help, Hao Lan will feel uneasy in his conscience, after all, Daoist Qianhe is his senior brother.

"That's good too. With your younger brother protecting you secretly, even if the zombies come out of the coffin, you won't be able to show off." Of course, Simu would not disagree. He knew that Hao Lan was more suitable and better at dealing with zombies than him. powerful.

After going back to get some things, Hao Lan chased after him, and quietly followed behind. Because Taoist Qianhe and his party were pushing the golden coffin, they didn't walk too fast. Considering Hao Lan's foot strength, this It's just pediatrics.

After resting several times in the middle, night fell, and suddenly there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.

Daoist Qianhe was really shocked at this moment, but fortunately he didn't dismantle it, otherwise something would really happen.

The people who set up the village quickly set up a big tent, and Taoist Master Qianhe immediately stepped forward and said, "Wu Shilang, can you let the coffin go in?"

Although the tent has not been dismantled, but the rain is so heavy, if we don't take shelter from the rain quickly, we will still get wet a lot, and the ink fountain will melt away.

Wu Shilang said with displeasure: "Why?"

"Because the ink fountain line is drenched by the rain again, I'm afraid it will melt away, and I'm afraid..."

Before Qianhedao finished his long talk, he was interrupted by Wu Shilang, who said fiercely like a concubine: "No, we can do it later."

After finishing speaking, Wu Shilang followed the little prince with a servile face and said, "Brother 71, let's go in."

"Bridge up."

After the little prince entered, Taoist Master Qianhe immediately ordered several disciples to push the coffin in, but it was raining and it was not so easy to push. Seeing this, several officers and soldiers came to help, supported the coffin and pushed hard .

Hao Lan, who was following behind, immediately stepped forward and said loudly: "Go away, lightning is coming down."

Hearing this, several officers and soldiers hurried away.

Daoist Qianhe looked back and saw that it was Hao Lan, and just when he was about to speak, a bolt of lightning struck down with a bang, hitting the coffin, and the tent was struck with a big hole by the lightning.

The lightning sizzled on the coffin for a long time before it slowly dissipated.

Everyone present was a little frightened that there was actually a lightning strike. It is conceivable that if Hao Lan hadn't told them to go away, they would have died on the spot.

"Junior brother, you are..."

Taoist Master Qianhe walked towards Hao Lan with a puzzled look on his face. At this time, the rain stopped, and it came and went quickly.

"Brother, now is not the time to ask this. Our big trouble is coming." Hao Lan looked at the coffin nervously. Although he was very confident in his current strength, the horror of the royal zombies was not a joke. Before the official fight, everything is just speculation.

Daoist Qianhe understood what Hao Lan meant, then he looked at the coffin and said, "Junior brother, what do you mean, the royal zombies won't be able to trap them?"

Hao Lan nodded and said: "I can't be trapped anymore. The thunder just now has completely activated the royal zombies, and Mo Dou's mana is no longer enough to trap him."

"Brother, I propose that your disciples should disperse these people first, and let us deal with him together."

"Okay." Daoist Qianhe immediately ordered several disciples. He understood that zombies are not something ordinary people can deal with. More importantly, if the royal zombies suck blood, he will be even more terrifying.

The coffin lid was shaking at this moment, and the thick rope was breaking bit by bit. It was hard to imagine what kind of strength was needed to cause such a phenomenon.

A group of people who had some doubts about the words of Taoist Master Qianhe's disciples, saw this scene, and their expressions changed suddenly.

"Wu Shilang, it's not good, the zombies can't be trapped, and they are about to escape. Daoist Qianhe said, let's go first."

Wu Shilang scolded: "Why are you going? Brother 71 is tired, you should have a good rest."

"Go out and tell him, no matter what, don't bother 71, brother, otherwise I won't be able to spare him."

The guard got the order, went out of the tent, and said to Daoist Qianhe, "Master, Wu Dailang said 71, brother is tired and needs to rest."

Hearing this, Hao Lan's face suddenly became ugly. If these people don't leave, it's not as simple as dragging their feet. Although he can deal with the royal zombies, if he insists on smoking, it's hard for Hao Lan to stop him .

"Damn, that damn sissy, if he wants to die, don't hurt others." Hao Lan cursed secretly, thinking how to let these people go, otherwise they will only be food for zombies if they stay here , making the zombies more ferocious.

"What should we do, Junior Brother? Can we stop him?" Daoist Qianhe also became more and more nervous. Looking at the ink bucket rope that was about to be torn apart, how could he not know that this royal zombie is terrifyingly powerful, and it is by no means ordinary. Zombies comparable.

With a few snaps, the thick ink fountain rope was completely broken, and the coffin lid flew up with a bang, as if it was made of wood, without any weight, and with a muffled bang, it fell to the ground, and the ground shook, and the coffin lid was visible. In fact, it was terribly heavy, and it was unimaginable what kind of force it was to lift the coffin lid so easily.

(End of this chapter)