Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Buzz buzz~"

There seemed to be a little person talking in the cool breeze.

Liao Zhen held his breath and raised his ears to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly what was said.

"The City of Wasted Death, who has heard of it?"

He grabbed a handful of paper ingots and threw them into the fire.

The buzzing noise was even louder, as if there were dozens of shrunken ducks lying in his ears talking.

"Speak slowly, speak slowly..."

The sound in the wind gradually faded, but you could still hear a sharp voice saying, "Where is the City of Wasted Death? Why haven't you heard of it?"

Liao Zhenxin suddenly raised his throat.

There is really a ghost in the wind. Answer: Is there really a ghost?

"Wherever there are gods, there are ghosts. I am not a dragon like Mr. Ye!" Liao Zhen clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, and asked: "How many judges are there in the underworld now?"

"I don't know. We are all wandering ghosts. If we meet the judge, how can we survive?"

Liao Zhen asked again, "What happened eight hundred years ago?"

This sentence is what he wants to ask himself.

There was no movement in the wind.

Liao Zhen grabbed another handful of paper ingots and threw them into the fire. In the blink of an eye, they burned into ashes, and then there was a high-pitched response.

"What happened eight hundred years ago... it was too long ago. We have heard about it, but we can't remember it clearly..." The voice in the wind was extremely long.

Liao Zhen added two more knives of yellow paper.

"Hmm...I'll think about it..."

He added.

This time there was no sound in the wind. Liao Zhen looked into the basket and realized that he had spent the money too quickly and the basket was bottoming out. These brats had defrauded him of all his money, so of course they didn't answer.

"You dare to trick me and kidnap me? Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"

He pulled out a piece of black cloth from his arms, flicked it, and the convulsions stopped.

"Why does he have this thing in his hand?"

"Run!"

"If he hits you, you'll be finished!"

The voice in the wind sounded panicked. Liao Zhen glared and squeezed his nose, "I beat you to death today!"

The black cloth strips were flicked, and the screams in the wind became more obvious.

With a slap to the left and a slap to the right, Liao Zhen looked like he was having epilepsy, cursing loudly and jumping up and down on the grave.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting~, we say!"

"Hoo~ho——"

Liao Zhen gasped, secretly thinking that the magic weapon given by the immortal was really useful.

"Actually, on that day eight hundred years ago, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and then all the powerful gods and demons in the world disappeared. As for the reason, brats like us can't know."

"Let me ask another question." Liao Zhen held the black cloth in his hand, making Gui dare not refuse.

"Are there any gods in the temple?"

"The Land Master still has some."

Pa~

Liao Zhen shook off the black cloth in his hand, picked up the red lantern, and walked down the mass grave pretending to be brave.

He still remembered what the "True Immortal" said, money can make ghosts go around, but ghosts can also be slippery, and they only take money but don't do anything. At this time, they must be subdued by force. Don't be afraid when walking, and don't walk fast. Ghosts can bully the weak and avoid the strong. If you run away when you leave, you will be haunted by ghosts for the rest of your life.

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Liao Mansion, guest room.

The three of them sat at the table.

He Cheng was bare-chested, revealing his rock-hard body, while Yan Hong lowered her head and sat under the candle, mending her clothes.

Liao Zhendui's "magic weapon" was actually just a strip of cloth from He Cheng's clothes. The clothes of the Lord of the City of Fushen were made of silver silk threads woven by ghost silkworms and cut by a skilled tailor. They were invulnerable to ordinary swords and guns, so they were considered treasures.

Moreover, the clothes worn by big demons such as Fei Zhan all year round already contain an evil spirit. When ordinary little devils encounter this evil spirit, they are restrained to death and can only be beaten passively.

Tap tap tap~

Liao Zhen ran in with hurried steps, wiped his sweat and said, "The investigation has been completed."

His face was pale and he was obviously frightened.

He Cheng focused on the black cloth in Liao Zhen's palm.

"Hehe... I'll give this magic weapon back to you." Liao Zhen tasted the sweetness of the 'magic weapon' and was a little reluctant to return it.

However, He Cheng suddenly took action and grabbed Liao Zhen's wrist.

! !

A golden light flashed quickly, pushing He Cheng's wrist away.

He Cheng nodded with his hands behind his back, "Tell me what you heard."

Liao Zhen told everything he found out, but he was careful not to mention "eight hundred years ago".

"Well, okay, come tomorrow morning and I will teach you the art of sword control."

"Thank you, Zhenxian!"

Liao Zhen was overjoyed, "I'm just going to go back and rest first?"

"Um……"

Seeing Liao Zhen leave, He Chengcai raised his right hand, only to see that the skin on his palm was broken, flesh and blood was exposed, and there was corpse air. In the blink of an eye, the injury had healed.

"This Liao Zhen is not simple either."

It was Buddha's light that hurt him.

With his frozen body, if you want to hurt him, you must at least have a cultivation level above that of an Arhat.

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The next day, He Guangzhen taught Liao Zhen swordsmanship as promised.

It is said to be a teaching, but it is better to say that it is a few words of advice during self-study. The handprints and formulas can also make the sword swing twice.

But just these two times, Qing She and Yan Hong looked at Liao Zhen differently.

A man with no magic power and no magic sword can actually make a mortal iron sword shake through formulas and gestures.

"What he uses is not sword control."

Yan Hong is also considered an expert with the sword, but the other half of her inner demon is even more skilled with the sword.

"This guy is quite capable..." Green Snake took a second look.

"His abilities are not low." He Cheng put away the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and sat back on the chair.

"I think he is the Buddha who narrowly escaped death when the worlds of immortality and demon met."

"Buddha?" Green Snake licked her lips gently and turned to look at Yan Hong.

"Yan Hong, during these days, go out and buy some real estate, first go on the business route, and then develop the official career. Tianmen should appear in the next one or two hundred years. The time of the Shuangzhu shuttle cannot be controlled, so we can only wait. We cannot lack power. "

He Cheng turned back and took out a small basin inlaid with gold and jade.

It was a cornucopia given by the God of Plague on that day.

He picked up the thumb-sized wine cup on the table and gently threw it into the basin.

Wow~

A few seconds later, the wine cup overflowed like water from the Baotu Spring, covering the round table in the blink of an eye.

Crackling! !

Too many wine cups were smashed to the ground.

By the time it stopped, there were already five to six hundred wine cups that had been spat out, and the floor was littered with porcelain fragments.

"Yes, sir" When you do as the Romans do, calling the master again can easily cause problems.

After Yan Hong left, Green Snake cupped her cheek and watched Liao Zhen practicing his sword while asking, "How brave you are to ask Bodhisattva to attack you."

"If she doesn't stay busy, I won't be able to calm down. I'll have to grieve Yanhong and be tired for a while."

Only by covering the Bodhisattva's eyes with the mortal world can he do what he wants to do.

Yan Hong and Guanyin Bodhisattva both knew this, but neither of them could find a reason to refuse.

"Zhenxian, why can't I use my sword control skills as easily as you can with your own hands?"

Liao Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the broken porcelain slag on the ground in surprise.

"You still have to practice. If you can concentrate on seclusion for seven or eight years, you should be able to succeed."

"Retreat..." Liao Zhen muttered a few words and nodded vigorously, "I understand! Thank you, Zhenxian, for the tip!"

Liao Zhen picked up the iron sword to practice again, but he was obviously absent-minded.

The green snake moved closer to He Cheng. The cold-blooded snake felt comfortable after it was close to the dead body. She lay on He Cheng like a boneless body. "You deliberately let him escape from the marriage?"

He Cheng grinned, "I want to get to know the Buddha inside him."

"Really? I think Liao Zhen is pretty silly."