I Am the Corpse Master

Before, when he dealt with the evil, he used the second-level yang charm, and at that time, the yang qi was not replenished much, and it was relatively empty, so something went wrong.

Feeling that there was no major problem with Jiang Lin's complexion, Ninth Uncle brought Qiusheng and Wencai back to Yizhuang to deal with the wound.

Jiang Lin took Ren Tingting's hand and went upstairs into her room.

After closing the door, Ren Tingting's face became even more rosy, and she looked awkward.

"Tingting, let me tell you something first."

Jiang Lin took Ren Tingting's left hand, and the two pointed their middle fingers together.

Attaching to Ren Tingting's ear, Jiang Lin whispered, "Tingting, will I marry you?"

"I like you, I love you."

Jiang Lin could see that she was relying on him now. He was not a person who played with emotions.

Give it when it's time to give your heart.

Don't procrastinate when it's time to make a commitment.

Ren Tingting cried, she knew that Jiang Lin also liked her.

But Jiang Lin's own conditions are very good. He has talent, real talent, and knowledge.

Such a man has no guts now, what about in the future.

If I meet someone better, better than her, will there still be her place at that time?

When the family changes drastically, people think a lot, and Ren Tingting is no exception.

She was really afraid that Jiang Lin would not want her in the future, but they had already met each other.

But now, Jiang Lin gave her a promise, not a verbal promise.

Putting the middle fingers together is a vow between lovers, which is equivalent to three fingers pointing to the sky.

Jiang Lin took Ren Tingting in his arms and let her vent her emotions.

The sky of Ren's family is collapsed, she is a little girl and can't bear it.

"Can I take care of your wounds?" Jiang Lin said softly.

Ren Tingting hummed softly, and her troubled heart calmed down a little.

Jiang Lin had not confirmed his relationship with her before, so how could such an intimate behavior be allowed.

But now the situation is different, Jiang Lin is equivalent to her fiancé.

"Brother Lin is to keep me from being afraid..."

Thinking of Jiang Lin's first talk about marrying her and then helping her deal with her wounds, Ren Tingting felt sweet and glutinous in her heart.

If you want intimacy, give the name first, give the promise first.

Ren Tingting's handsome little face was so red that she seemed to be able to bleed.

She crouched on the bed, taking off her shady clothes, revealing her wounds.

"Brother Lin, when people first liked you, they saw that you were a good-looking young man who never overstepped anything."

"Brother Lin, Tingting is not as strong as you."

"You... don't do bad things to Tingting, we haven't..."

"Tingting is yours sooner or later..."

Ren Tingting buried her head in the pillow, speaking in a soft, trembling voice.

Jiang Lin touched the reddened wing of his nose and inhaled the corpse poison from the wound.

"嘤~" Ren Tingting groaned with pain from her wound.

Jiang Lin heard Ren Tingting's babble, and then he deeply felt how much concentration it takes to endure the word.

"Okay." Jiang Lin quickly pulled the quilt and covered Ren Tingting.

He was really afraid that he would become a real husband and wife with Ren Tingting.

People's funerals are not over yet, absolutely can't mess around!

Ren Tingting tidied up her clothes and hurried out. Jiang Lin was very wrong. She could tell that she was trying her best to restrain herself.

After the cold water hit his face, Jiang Lin also went downstairs and took Ren Tingting's hand back to Yizhuang.

Jiang Lin is not an eminent monk, he is a man after all. Although he was restrained along the way, his eyes still glanced at the beauty of Ren Tingting.

I am guilty.

After returning to Yizhuang, Jiang Lin and Ren Tingting helped Jiu Shu take care of Yizhuang to prepare for the prevention of Mrs. Ren.

Wen Cai was seriously injured, with more wounds on his body, Qiu Sheng was much better, and it had something to do with his skill.

His hip was caught, but not injured.

Just as the two of them needed to keep exercising, Jiu Shu chased Qiu Sheng out and went to the next village to buy glutinous rice.

The glutinous rice in the town has long been bought by the security team and residents.

Ren Tingting was busy in the kitchen. Jiang Lin always thought that the eldest ladies of rich families were little princesses who came to eat and open their mouths, but Ren Tingting surprised him.

You can go to the hall and go to the kitchen.

Jiu Shu looked at Jiang Lin and Ren Tingting, who were you and me, and felt a little dumbfounded.

Jiang Lin is very similar to the young him, especially when dealing with girls, Wood.

"If I didn't miss it when I was young, would it be like this?" Uncle Ninth shook his head, not daring to think.

Eat and eat.

Wen Cai was drinking glutinous rice porridge with a face like a bitter gourd.

I felt like I had a meal, like being played by Jiang Lin and Ren Tingting in mixed doubles.

Also he is infinite.

"Why hasn't Qiusheng been back yet?" Uncle Ninth was pacing at the door. Although Mr. Ren was injured, he could recover if he sucked blood. He was afraid of an accident in Qiusheng.

Jiang Lin knew that Qiusheng was most likely fascinated by the female ghost named Xiaoyu, and now he didn't know how happy he was.

"Uncle, do you know why Mr. Ren is so fierce?"

Zombies are not dead, they have intelligence, and they are extremely vengeful. Uncle Jiu and the others did not kill Grandpa Ren, and it will not be peaceful these days.

"The advancement of zombies is affected by many factors. I can't tell why he has become so powerful."

Thinking of Grandpa Ren, Ninth Uncle also looked solemn.

"Brother Lin, I'm afraid."

Hearing the two talk about zombies, Ren Tingting had a look of fear on her face.

Jiang Lin touched her head and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here with Uncle Ninth."

"Zombie advanced?" Jiang Lin wondered, was it a level evolution?

"Uncle, do you mean that zombies also have different levels?"

"Of course, the zombie king is obviously different from the little zombie."

Looking at Jiang Lin's puzzled expression, Uncle Ninth thought that he was right. Jiang Lin's master ran around for his corpse poison and could teach him anything.

"If a zombie has enough chance and enough time, after the corpse changes, it can be divided into purple zombie, white zombie, black zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, and finally Dao zombie."

What the hell.

Super Race [*], Super [*], Super [*], Super Race God, Super Blue, Super Free?

Of course, Ninth Uncle didn't know what Jiang Lin was thinking, but even if he knew, he didn't understand what a Super Saiyan was.

"The white zombie and the black zombie are also called black and white zombies. The old man Ren is a black zombie, but he is the weakest black zombie. If he advances further, he will become the zombie king."

"The green zombie level is the zombie king?"

"Yes. After a person dies, purple corpse spots appear on the corpse. After the corpse transforms, it becomes a purple corpse. The purple corpse is the weakest, but because the body is not completely rigid, they don't have to jump."

"Wait, uncle, do you distinguish these zombies by looking at their eyes?"

Jiang Lin couldn't wait to ask, could it be the first generation of red-eyed zombies and the second generation of green-eyed zombies?

Chapter [*] The Aventure of Qiusheng

"There are also many types of zombies. You may say that there are those who look at their eyes, but I have never seen them. The zombies I am talking about are the ones that appear the most. The difference between this type of zombies is Wangqi."

Uncle Jiu had spent half his life exorcising evil spirits and catching zombies, and he came out with this information as soon as he picked it up.

"The zombie takes a breath, and it's this anger, resentment, anger, or grievance. This breath is first Ziyingying, and when it turns into a coffin fungus, it turns white and it turns white, and it turns black, it's black. Wait for the coffin. After the bacteria is transformed into the pill, it will appear green, and at this time the zombie will become a green stupor."

What?

"The coffin is transformed into an elixir? Zombies can also condense elixir, ninth uncle?"

Jiang Lin felt that his knowledge was a little short.

"When there were monks in ancient times, it was said that there were no zombies. The monks classified zombies as demons. Demons had demon pills, and corpses had corpse pills. At that time, zombies were called demon corpses."

"But uncle, when I bombed the old man, I didn't see the coffin fungus in his mouth?"

"The corpse gas in his throat hasn't turned into bacteria. If it does, I might have to find help."

"As for the Mao Zong Fei Zong after the green zombie, I have never seen it in my life. Mao Zong's hair is like iron, and the flying zombie can fly into the sky. The final corpse is at the same level as the ancestor of the zombie. A thing that can be enemy. If it really appears, today without the monks, I dare not think about it."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help sighing, the world has changed, it is now the era of the end of the law, and it would be good to have a Celestial Master.

"You said that you can tell the level by looking at your eyes. Did your master meet?" Ninth Uncle asked.

"I have seen such a legend from a foreign document." Jiang Lin responded.

"Look at the eyes to distinguish the level... I thought about it for a while. There is a possibility that it should not be seen by others, but it should be seen by themselves. When you meet, you will know the superiority and inferiority."

Ninth Uncle, you are so awesome, can you guess this?

Jiang Lin recalled the information about the generals, and the word "direct line" popped into his mind.

"Forget it, don't wait. Mrs. Ren was seriously injured. Qiu Sheng should not be so unlucky to meet him. Besides, he has the Sun Charm on his body, so he should be fine to protect himself."