Super Great Fortune Teller

"Don't come here!" Xuanzhangzi saw that Han Ping had to go to his side, so he quickly stopped.

Han Ping doesn't know, so before, he felt that he and the two masters of taiyimen were predestined and looked at each other very well. Why do they look at themselves strangely now?

A drop of blood from the corner of Han Ping's eye slowly fell to the corner of his mouth. When Han Ping touched it with his hand, he felt bad at that time.

"Ah

Han Ping screams out, and there is no pain in his body. But at this time, Han Ping's psychology is going to collapse, and the ground is covered with his blood.

The huge shock wave just now made many people on the wellhead fall into a coma. With Han Ping's scream, these people wake up.

"Ping'er, what's the matter with you?" Han Feilin immediately wants to rush to Han Ping's body, but is held by Qingsong.

Boss Zheng also wakes up. Today's event is beyond his expectation. When he wants to come, Fengshui master or Xuanmen, he will help others to smooth things. How can it be that today's explosion and the bleeding of seven orifices.

Are you magicians?

Boss Zheng just thought about it, but he didn't dare to say it. He stepped back a dozen steps and decided to stay away from the bleeding young man.

It's not just boss Zheng, Qingsong, Wang Zhen and xuanzhangzi who are far away from Han Ping.

"What happened to my son?" Han Feilin was so excited that his eyes were red.

At this time, Han Ping looks like a fierce ghost.

"Lao Han, don't go up. Han Ping has a zombie omen now." Qingsong said seriously, a face full of worry.

"If he wants to feed the zombies, let him go." It has to be said that Wang Zhen's resilience is strong. After losing a few teeth, he found a way to speak.

Xuanzhangzi is far away, a face of disgust, for fear of Han Ping's blood splashed on his body.

When Han Ping heard what they said, he immediately became flustered: "senior of Dayi gate, you can't be helpless! I am your faithful believer, and I respect dayimen from my heart. "

Han Ping immediately knelt down for Wang Zhen and Xuan Zhangzi. At this time, he was already flustered. There was a chill on him, which seemed to freeze him.

Wang Zhen and Xuan Zhangzi didn't care. They wanted to leave here immediately.

"Han Feilin, don't you advocate inviting Wang Qian? Now you go underground and ask Wang Qian the zombie to see if he can save your son. " Wang Zhen a pick eyebrow to say.

Xuanzhangzi is blessed to hear Wang Zhen say that. Today, as long as he throws the pot on Wang Qian's head, even if the success is achieved, regardless of Han Ping's death, this life will be counted on Wang Qian's head.

Han Feilin heard that xuanzhangzi and Wang Zhen said that, a mouthful of old blood didn't come out.

"You advocated that the wellhead should be sealed with stone. Now that something happened, you pushed it clean? Is da Yimen so domineering? " Han Feilin felt sorry for Han Feilin and his son, who were nestling together at this time.

Han's face was full of despair.

Pop!

This silent and terrible atmosphere was pulled into a more terrible abyss by the hands of the wellhead. The hands were very white and the fingers were slender.

"Ma! These are three zombies. There's another one down there? " A worker let out a scream, then turned around and ran, money is not.

Under his leadership, those workers also ran away completely, leaving boss Zheng as the bare commander.

Boss Zheng also wants to run, but his legs don't work.

In the eyes of all people afraid, a vigorous figure climbed up from the underground.

Wang Qian moved his muscles and bones for a while, and a crackling sound sounded.

It's not only a kind of super sweet sleep, but also a kind of spirit.

Wang Qian's eyes swept. Han Ping and Han Feilin were hugging each other at the wellhead, looking at him in a daze.

In the distance, Wang Zhen's eyes were full of shock, while boss Zheng's legs were swinging, and there was a water stain on his crotch. Was it urine?

Han Feilin immediately hugged Wang Qian's thigh: "Master Wang, Wang Dashen, please help my son."

At this time, Wang Qian saw Han Ping's appearance, bleeding from his seven orifices. His eyes were dull and pale, but his eyes were full of longing.

"Master Wang, just now it was Wang Zhen who asked boss Zheng to seal the wellhead, which caused the explosion inside. Then my son was also impacted, so..."

Han Feilin quickly explained.

"Wang Zhen? Seal up the wellhead? "Explosion?"

As soon as things come and go, Wang LongQian ponders over the soul.

"Han Ping, it's a death." Wang Qian said.

"Dead? He's infected with zombie poison! Now it's not living. " Wang Zhen said disdainfully in the distance."Why, Wang Zhen, you just sealed the mouth of the well, I haven't calculated with you, and dare to bark here?" Wang Qian said lightly.

This indifferent attitude made Wang Zhen very unhappy.

"Ha ha, the boy's life is fading now. Can you cure the dead?" Wang Zhen hummed coldly.

"How about a bet? Dare you? okay? The heirs of taiyimen? " Wang Qian said with a smile.