Ninth Uncle Shi Shaojian

Chapter 42 is at stake
A violent gust of wind, like a beast breaking through a cage, roared and blew across the sky and the earth, the trees bowed their heads, and the mountains and seas came oppressively like waves.

Taoist Qianhe moved forward against the wind, his clothes clinging to his chest, hunting, and even the thinner Qing soldiers could not stand still.

"Brother 71, the wind is so strong, it looks like it's going to rain, let's set up camp quickly." Wu Shilang held a handkerchief and said effeminately to the young lady sitting on the sedan chair.

Xiao Zhengtai was young, dressed in a gorgeous and noble Qing Dynasty prince's suit, with delicate features, and a natural nobility exuded in her cuteness. When the wind was blowing, she still calmly gave orders, "Wu Shilang, set up a tent."

Wu Shilang waved a handkerchief like a procuress, and shouted in a strange voice: "Did you hear that? Brother 71 has an order to set up a tent."

Several Qing soldiers and Brother 71's four personal guards took orders, and cooperated to erect the tent, and quickly fixed the surroundings to prevent the wind from blowing down the tent.

As if it came suddenly, the dark night sky was full of rain.

A guard knelt down and reported, "Brother 71, the tent is ready."

Wu Shilang was overjoyed, waved his handkerchief and shouted: "Hurry up and take Brother 71 into the tent to shelter from the rain."

The rain was getting heavier, and everyone's clothes were wet in a short time.

The bean-sized dense raindrops hit the face, and it was actually a little painful. Taoist Qianhe barely blocked the raindrops, and found that the ink fountain net covering the copper-horned and golden coffin was dripping.

I stretched out my palm to catch it, and the water that fell on my palm turned black.

No, the ink fountain net has faded.

Taoist Qianhe and the four apprentices in the southeast, northwest, and north all changed their colors. Abei asked worriedly: "Master, what should we do?"

Taoist Qianhe glanced at the tent and ordered: "Push the golden coffin into the tent."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Wu Shilang's eyes were sharp, and he saw them pushing the golden coffin into the tent, coming over with handkerchiefs, pinching their waists with their hands to block the way.

"Wu Shilang, the ink bucket net is starting to fade, let the golden coffin go into the tent first." Taoist Qianhe said.

"No." Wu Shilang threw the handkerchief on Taoist Qianhe's face, "Brother 71 hasn't gone in yet, other people can't go in first."

"But……"

"Humph."

Wu Shilang let out a "Jiao Chen", and forced back Taoist Qianhe's words to the throat, he was still a little jealous of Wu Shilang, for fear that this person would stare at him.

Taoist Qianhe wiped off the rain on his face, and waited anxiously in his heart. When he saw Brother 71 entering the tent, he shouted, "Go in."

House seemingly endless rain!

When the golden coffin was only a few steps away from the tent, there was lightning and thunder in the night sky, a bright lightning struck the golden coffin, and the terrifying electric arc entangled, and the four Qing soldiers who touched the golden coffin were blown away.

Taoist Qianhe was startled, and stepped forward quickly, only to see four Qing soldiers with dark faces, black smoke coming out of their bodies, twitching a few times, their necks tilted and then they became silent.

died!

Taoist Qianhe showed a sad expression, and called the four disciples in the southeast, northwest and north to push the golden coffin.

The rain stopped suddenly.

Before he could be happy, a corner of the heavy coffin lid made of pure gold was pushed away, and the ink fountain net wrapped on it was taut, and a strong red light bloomed, giving people a feeling that they had reached their limit and were about to collapse.

With a snap, the ink fountain net broke, and the gap grew wider and wider.

Taoist Qianhe looked shocked, and shouted anxiously: "Rope."

He jumped onto the golden coffin and used a stance of a heavy fall to temporarily press down the coffin lid.He grabbed the thick hemp rope thrown by his apprentice with both hands, tied it in a knot, and threw it back to the apprentice, trying to gather the strength of the five masters and apprentices to trap the zombies.

This zombie was a frontier royal family before his death, but somehow he became a zombie. His strength is several times stronger than that of ordinary zombies, and his evolution speed is frighteningly fast.

Such strange and evil things should not be carried around, they should be cremated as soon as possible or find ways to suppress them, but because of their special status, they must be brought back to the capital to be punished by the emperor.

In fact, Taoist Qianhe already had a premonition that there might be an accident on the road, so he asked Jiale for a bag of glutinous rice just in case.

After all, they still underestimated the strength of zombies.

A surge of force seemed to push mountains and smash mountains, and the five people's joint efforts instantly collapsed, the thick hemp rope broke, Taoist Qianhe fell to the ground, and his right leg was crushed by the fallen pure gold coffin lid.

"what!"

"Master!"

An apprentice ran over to lift the coffin lid, but the coffin lid remained motionless.

Taoist Qianhe looked at the zombie slowly standing upright, sweating profusely from anxiety, and desperately lifted the coffin lid to get out of trouble.

In order to buy time for the master, Ah Bei rushed towards the zombie holding the mahogany sword.

The speed of the zombie was even faster, its body leaned forward suddenly, its long nails pierced Abei's chest, biting his neck to suck blood.

"what!"

The stern scream made the four of Taoist Qianhe feel miserable, and they rushed to rescue Abei as soon as they escaped from trouble.

The zombie hugged Ah Bei and fell into the coffin. Because of the excessive force, the coffin fell off the car and fell to the ground.

"Abe!"

"Brother!"

How could a golden coffin made of pure gold be so easy to shake, no matter how hard they pushed it, it would be of no avail.

With a bang, the golden coffin was lifted by itself, and Ah Bei, covered in blood, crawled out, quite miserable. Taoist Qianhe dragged him away from the zombies, and shouted to the three apprentices: "The rope that wraps the corpse!"

The lingering rope is a magic weapon to deal with zombies. It has been sacrificed by special means. The length of the rope is three feet and three feet, and the two ends are tied with corpse-controlling bells.

As soon as the bell rang, the zombie, like a deranged person, couldn't tell the difference between the front, the front, the left, the left, and his own state, and let others slaughter him.

The three of A Dong formed a triangular formation, one end of the winding rope was thrown to the other two, for some unknown reason, a ring was formed between the three winding ropes to trap the zombies.

When the lingering rope touched the zombie, it immediately burst into golden light, and the zombie let out a painful roar and struggled hard.

"The god of law and order, with a blue body of ten thousand feet. He holds an ax and a drill, and summons the heavenly soldiers. He drives a fierce train, burns ghosts and kills sperm. He kills in parallel, and he is not allowed to stop. Urgent as the law!"

Taoist Qianhe used his mana to cast an evil spell on the peach wood sword. In order to enhance the power of the evil spell, he also stained the sword with spiritual blood.

He was unmarried and still a child. The strong yang energy in his body made the ghosts tremble. With the cultivation of a sorcerer, the mahogany sword in his hand has become a sacred object to exorcise evil spirits.

Amid the low shouts, Taoist Qianhe swept out with a move of seven stars, and the peach wood sword pierced through the zombie's body with a puff.

The evil spirit broke out, the zombie raised its head and roared, and suddenly stretched out its claws to grab Taoist Qianhe's shoulders.

"how come?!"

Taoist Qianhe looked like he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't subdue a zombie with the evil spell and boy's blood!
He looked up at the zombie. The zombie's face was pitted and extremely rough, like a piece of blue-black lava that had cooled and solidified.The nose seemed to have been roasted and collapsed by high temperature, leaving only two round nostrils, and there was a hint of green on such a hideous and ugly face.

"Roar!"

The zombie exhaled a breath of corpse, grinned and bit Taoist Qianhe's neck.Taoist Qianhe pressed the zombie's chin with his toes, his legs split into a split-horse, and pushed the zombie to the ground.

Scoff, the zombie scratched Taoist Qianhe's sleeve, and his long and sharp nails pierced into the flesh, causing Taoist Qianhe to scream.

The faces of A Dong and the three changed slightly, and they all pulled the zombie away forcefully.Taoist Qianhe fell to the ground, twisted his arms to look at the wound, smiled miserably, grabbed glutinous rice and paste it on.

"what!"

"The rain was too heavy, and the rut marks were washed away." Master Yixiu squatted on the ground, and said to the four-eyed Taoist and Shi Shaojian.

The four-eyed Taoist spread his hands, "Then there is nothing to do, there are no ruts, how can I find a junior in such a big forest?"

"Don't you look for it?" Jia Le asked.

Taoist Simu said: "It's not that I don't want to look for it, it's that there is no way to find it. The younger brother is a master of Maoshan, who knows how to break curses. Maoshan's method of tracing people doesn't work for him. It hasn't rained for a long time, so it should be fine."

Life and death depend on fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, Shi Shaojian has already done what he should do, if Taoist Qianhe is destined to die, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Let's go back."

"Ah."

Shi Shaojian nodded, turned around to leave, glanced at the grass by the side of the road, and seemed to find something...

(End of this chapter)