My Master is Lin Zhengying

Powerful musical zombies, no more.

Under the thunder, it was wiped out.

Even if the music zombie is powerful against the sky, it has the hormones of foreign monsters, and its dual resistance is strong.

But in the face of the power of heaven, it still seems insignificant.

A thunderbolt has already wiped out the ashes.

At this moment, Nan Chen finally showed a smile on his tired face.

The tone that he has been carrying all the time can also be put back in his stomach.

At the gate of the yamen, the Dean of those spectators, the villagers, the security guards.

Also at this moment, bursts of cheers came out.

"God, it finally fell!"

"The zombies are gone!"

"Great, the zombie was struck to death by lightning!"

"Alright, our Renjia Town is peaceful again."

"..."

Cheers continued, and many people walked from the yamen to the town.

Uncle Jiu was out of breath, and exchanged glances with Ma Madi and Daoist Qianhe.

The three of them smiled unconsciously.

There are four disciples of Taoist Master Qianhe, from southeast to northwest.

They were all exhausted and sat down on the ground.

Ahao and Aqiang were already lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Wen Cai also laughed and sat on the ground.

Only Nanchen, because the consumption is too huge.

His eyes went dark, he fell to the ground with a "plop", and passed out...

For Nan Chen, it was really difficult to complete this plot.

Although he knew where the plot was going, after coming here, the plot could only be used as a reference.

Because of the revision of the big world, the zombies in the plot have become too strong.

There are too many variables.

If he goes with the flow and doesn't try his best, he can't stop the plot at all.

In the end, it can only be a death.

Fortunately, he managed to survive once.

It's just that the loss itself is too large.

He closed his eyes, only feeling that his body was too tired.

In the ear, there is a hazy shout:

"Nan Chen, Nan Chen..."

Finally, the sound disappeared completely.

Nan Chen was also completely plunged into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Chen felt warmth on his face, and slowly opened his eyes.

He found a ray of light shining into his eyes.

Nan Chen subconsciously covered it with his hands.

Then, he slowly came back to his senses.

He found himself lying on his own bed.

He wanted to get up, but his whole body was very sore.

It seemed that the previous battle had consumed him too much.

The potential has been used too much, and it has not been recovered yet.

Nan Chen lay on the bed for a while.

Then I saw the door was opened.

It was Uncle Jiu who entered the room, holding a medicinal soup in his hand.

"master……"

Nan Chen cried out weakly.

Nan Chen opened his mouth one day, Uncle Jiu, and his tightly locked brows were instantly released, revealing surprise: