Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

next second.

His footsteps stopped immediately.

The bright moon in the sky is like a big silver plate, very round, terrifyingly round!

The pale moonlight shone on the man's face, making it a bit permeable.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Liu Qingfeng looked at Lin Xiao suspiciously.

"What's the day today?"

Lin Xiao asked.

"The fourteenth day of the lunar calendar. No, it's already the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar."

Liu Qingfeng replied.

"Not good!"

Lin Xiao's tone was heavy, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Not good, why not good?"

The glutton in Liu Qingfeng's heart had been hooked out by Lin Xiao, and he asked again.

"As we all know, the night of the full moon is the time when the yin energy is at its peak. At this time, the zombies will come out to absorb the essence of the moon. Every time they absorb the essence of the moon, the zombie's skills will improve by one point.

Therefore, it must not be delayed until tomorrow night, and everything must be resolved during the day, otherwise, there will be endless troubles!At that time, even I may not be able to deal with it! "

Lin Xiao frowned, and his tone was full of worry and uneasiness.

"Master, it's all like this, so what are you waiting for! Let's go straight now! While there is no one around, just dig that old guy out, set it on fire, and finish it off. This will save you from talking to the Yang family tomorrow." Conflict!"

What Liu Qingfeng said was straightforward.

heard.

Lin Xiao glanced at him: "Okay, you go, I am optimistic about you, you will do it."

"what?"

Liu Qingfeng looked embarrassed, and pointed to himself, "Master, don't tease me, how dare I go alone, you just tell me to die."

"Then you talk about a hammer? Probably only a brainless person like you can say such a thing. If you go to dig someone's grave at night, isn't that the same as binding your hands and feet to send it up? "

Lin Xiao said with a straight face, angrily.

Liu Qingfeng smiled mischievously: "I was just joking."

"When are you still in the mood to joke? You boy, you have never died!"

Lin Xiao sighed, stopped talking, and strode towards the guest house.

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Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

Lin Xiao got up.

And Qi Shan came over early.

He also brought some authentic black dog blood and ink fountain lines.

Lin Xiao ordered him to buy this last night.

"Grass!"

Seeing the pot of black dog blood, Lin Xiao was furious, "Damn!! When I go back, I must tear down that counterfeit shop! Last night, because of this thing, I almost killed me."

"Ok?"

Lin Xiao looked at him, "What do you mean by that?"

"Master, those black dog's blood and mahogany swords I bought yesterday are all fake!"

Liu Qingfeng cried and said, "It cost me two or three months of salary! Just thinking about it makes me angry!"

"People are stupid and have a lot of money, so I can't blame you."

Lin Xiao said indifferently.

Subsequently.

Lin Xiao stopped talking and took out the writing brush and some cinnabar that he brought.

He poured a small bowl of black dog's blood into the cinnabar and began to grind it.

Cinnabar and black dog blood are both sharp weapons to restrain zombies.

And the talismans written by mixing the two are even more amazing.

Lin Xiao's brushwork is already very sophisticated, and the brush is flying on the talisman paper.