Terrorist Reincarnation: Hundred Times Rewards

What a terrifying talent.

After taking a sip of wine, Uncle Jiu aimed at Lin Chuan, wanting to verify whether his guess was wrong.

So he opened his mouth and asked casually.

"How many years have you practiced Taoism now?"

"Well, it's not too high, more than seven hundred years." Lin Chuan replied casually.

"Oh, more than seven hundred, it's okay..."

Ninth Uncle raised his glass and was about to take another sip.

But a jerky, reacted, trembling all over.

The palm was not firmly grasped, and the wine glass fell directly to the ground.

bang...

into a few pieces.

And Ninth Uncle, didn't know it at all.

His eyes were wide and his expression was stunned and stunned. He was even more frightened than seeing a zombie ghost!

more than seven hundred...

The unit is year!

After only leaving for half a month, he has cultivated more than [-] years of Taoism! !

This is no longer a monster talent.

It's a legend!

Even the legends don't dare to be mad, such a baseless make up!Where.

Chapter [-]: Taoist gray robe, ambush the ninth uncle ([-])

When Lin Chuan and Ninth Uncle were feasting in Yizhuang.

At the same time, in the suburbs late at night.

The original cemetery of the Ren family.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe.

Above the cemetery, constantly wandering and observing.

I saw that after wandering for a while, he slowly squatted down, grabbed a handful of loess, put it on his nose, and took a light breath.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a very normal loess.

He smelled a hint of corpse odor.

Moreover, the soil was so soft that it was obvious that it had been dug up and then buried.

"Hahaha, sure enough, that family listened to my master's words and moved the grave to release the zombies."

Throwing the loess in his hand, the gray-robed Taoist burst into laughter.

"Oh, I dare to grab the cemetery that my master likes, and give it to you, just to set up a situation... I really think that it will only make you bad for [-] years, and your family will be in trouble."

"Eighteen years later, to move the grave is to release zombies and kill all the blood of the Ren family... What I want is your Ren family to cut off children and never grandchildren!"

"By the way, let this zombie be the material for my corpse refining!"

A burst of wild laughter.

The sound was loud, and it seemed very strange in this suburb.

After laughing for a while, the gray-robed Taoist slowly regained his calm.

Counting the time, the zombies should have been bloodthirsty about their relatives and have been in chaos for nearly a month.

At this time, sucking the blood of so many living people, the corpse aura must be extremely rich and powerful.

Not in vain, his master set up a plan to cultivate this zombie for [-] years.

Now the zombies are complete, it is the best material for refining into the golden armored corpse!

Thinking, the Taoist priest in gray robe took out gossip and a few copper coins.

He sat cross-legged on the grave and began to calculate.

Ding……

As the copper coins landed, the Taoist priest in gray robe checked the results.

"Strange, I can't figure out where the zombies are."

The gray-robed Taoist frowned.

There was a trace of puzzlement on his face that was close to madness.

Then, it counted a few more times.

But, without exception, they are all for nothing.