Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Thank you, Daoist, thank you, Daoist!" The old man kowtowed again and again, and then hurriedly rushed towards the gate of the underworld.

"Congratulations to the host, you have saved a dead soul and gained [-] points of merit."

"Huh?" Su Mo frowned.

Ordinary dead souls only have one hundred points of merit. I didn't expect the dead souls with wisdom roots to have five times the reward.

However, for him at present, this point of merit can only be stuffed between his teeth, so he didn't care about it after a little surprise.

Along the way, there are wreckage and bones everywhere, lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Su Moguang is the soul of the dead, and he has gained more than 3 points of merit before and after.

Sure enough, you still have to come out.

If it is in Renjia Town, where can we find so many dead souls?

On the contrary, the four eyes sighed with emotion: "Oh, the troubled times are so long, and the people are dying, when will we be the boss?"

Another night's journey.

As the moon set, the darkness on the sky gradually became thinner, and a faint light rose from the sky, and it seemed that the sun was rising again.

And not far ahead, a wooden house with a black roof has fallen into sight.

The four eyes pointed to the house and said: "Junior brother, that is my house."

A path leads directly to the door, and on both sides of the path are crisp vegetable fields, in which various vegetables are grown.

There are also a few big geese and roosters walking in the grass, lowering their heads from time to time to peck at the bugs in the ground.

Cooperating with the surrounding green hills and distant springs, it looks like a pleasant pastoral scenery.

"Brother will enjoy it." Su Mo praised sincerely.

"The world of mortals." Simu smiled and said: "What you pay attention to is nothing more than basic necessities of life. Of course, you have to take care of your own home."

He jumped off the paper horse, ran to the paper figurine, wiped off the talisman on its forehead, and shook the bell in his hand: "Stand still! Get off work!"

And Su Mo also beckoned, and put away the paper man and paper horse.

"Brother, wait a moment."

Si Mu said something to Su Mo, and then walked to the door: "Jia Le, open the door!"

It was all quiet.

Four eyes frowned, knocked on the wooden door: "Jia Le? Open the door!"

Still no answer.

"I say......"

Su Mo came over, looked at the door and said, "Do you need someone to open your door?"

The door frame is built with fine wood strips, and the rest of the place is pasted with white paper. I am afraid that with a little force, the door can be knocked open.

"It's a matter of attitude."

Simu stretched out his hand, directly penetrated the white paper on the door, pulled the latch from the inside, and pushed it open quietly.

In the living room, a young man in a short jacket and with a mushroom head was sleeping on a bamboo chair, talking in his sleep.

"Stinky boy." Si Mu quietly closed the door again, muttering: "I asked you to guard the door, but you actually gave me a dream about Duke Zhou."

He threw down his coat, walked to the corner, and picked up a pile of chopped dry firewood on the ground.

Simu stuffed a piece of dry wood into the corpse's hand, then stretched out his foot and kicked it.

More than a dozen corpses turned around at the same time and lined up.

Seeing his movements, Su Mo said helplessly: "Brother, can't you? It's just a late sleep, can't we just wake him up?"

"As for, of course as for!"

The four eyes glanced at the closed wooden door: "I told him long ago that it is necessary to practice every evening and early morning, but this kid ignored my words."

"I dare to sleep late after going out for a few days, so if I go out for a few months, he can't kill and set fire? This time, he should improve his memory!"

While speaking, the dry firewood in the hands of the four eyes has been divided into the hands of the corpses one by one...

He took out a talisman and shook it to ignite, then drew the green smoke on the talisman, and brushed it between the noses of each corpse.

"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the walking corpse has a spirit, the walking corpse has a sex, forget the bell, hit it when you hear it, hit it when you call it, it's an order, listen to my order!"

With the last order, all the corpses raised their wooden sticks.

"Yeah!" Simu nodded in satisfaction, then took the stick in his hand and led the corpse into the house.

Su Mo looked at his back helplessly.

Now it seems that Wencai and Qiusheng are really very happy.

Needless to say, Ma Madi, all kinds of disgusting, unhygienic, as his two apprentices, his endurance has been strengthened to a certain extent.

As for this fourth-eyed brother...you can tell by what he does.

His apprentice, Jia Le, must also be living in dire straits.

Not long after, the sound of sticks being struck and screams came from the house.

Su Mo sighed and walked forward.

However, the scene inside is reversed.

Jia Le, with a mushroom head, stood beside him, but Simu held his head, was beaten by a group of corpses, and kept screaming.

For this scene, Su Mo, who has watched the movie, naturally guessed it long ago.

He shook his head and pinched out a piece of talisman paper.

"Use the talisman as a guide, listen to my orders, forget about it!"

Bang!

The talisman suddenly exploded into a ball of flames.

The corpses also stopped at the same time, throwing away the wooden sticks in their hands.

"Ouch...it hurts me to death."

Simu finally got up now, with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"Master...Master." Jia Le called out cautiously.

Eyes wide open, just about to attack.

However, he was worried that Su Mo was here, but he could only give him a hard look, keeping this account in his heart.

"This is my younger brother and also your uncle. His name is Su Mo. If he wants to stay with us for a few days, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

Hearing this, Jia Le quickly saluted Su Mo and said, "I've met Master Su!"

"Yes." Su Mo nodded slightly: "Hurry up and take all these corpses out."

"Yes."

Jia Le wanted to stay away from his master right now, so he hurriedly rang the bell and led the group of corpses to the morgue in the backyard. .

Chapter 193

A Tai Chi statue hangs in the middle of the lobby.

Generally, in the homes of Maoshan disciples, there will be portraits of Shangqing or the portraits of the ancestors of Maoshan.

But the practice of the four eyes is the technique of inviting gods, and each invitation to gods is random.

So it is not convenient to hang a fixed statue.

Otherwise, if the invited god sees that it is not him who is worshiping on the table, he is likely to be angry.

So simply hang a Tai Chi directly.

Fortunately, Tai Chi can also be regarded as a symbol of Taoism's advocacy, so after the two worshiped the Tai Chi statue, they sat on the stools to chat and rest.

After Jia Le settled the corpse, he came over and said, "Master, Uncle Master, I'll make breakfast for you guys."

Looking at him with four eyes, his face was full of suspicion: "There is no reason why you are so kind, so you can give me breakfast?"

"Isn't there still an uncle here?" Jia Le scratched his head and said, "Oh, by the way, Master, I forgot to tell you that the master next door just came back yesterday."

Hearing the word master, a figure instantly appeared in the mind of the four eyes.

His face suddenly sank: "So what if you come back? I still have to greet him?"

"Uh, that's not necessary." Jia Le turned around inadvertently, and suddenly said, "Master is here."

"Ok?"

Looking around, he just saw an old monk in a white robe walking towards him, and beside him was a girl in a red cloth floral dress with two braids.

"Junior brother, let me tell you, that old monk is not a good person." Si Mu hurriedly spoke to Su Mo, trying to draw him into his camp.

As soon as the voice fell, the old monk had already walked to the door.

He saw Su Mo sitting on the stool at a glance, and said with a hearty smile: "Amitabha, what a fate, I didn't expect to meet Daoist Su here."

Qingqing also widened her eyes.

Su Mo stood up: "Master Yixiu."

"How did you two know each other?" The four eyes were a little dazed.

Monk Yixiu sat on the stool unceremoniously: "Some time ago, I took shelter from the rain in a certain Taoist temple. Monk, I saw Daoist Su's magical paper figurine technique, and I also ate his two meals. I am always grateful."

After speaking, he looked at the four eyes: "By the way, every time I come here, don't you get sick? Why didn't you get sick this time?"

"You're just sick, and you're still terminally ill!" He stared at him with four eyes and said, "What? Am I in good health?"

"Okay, okay, of course, good health is a good thing." Yixiu smiled and didn't argue with him.

"Who is she?" Four eyes glanced at the braided girl.

"Oh, this is my apprentice, named Qingqing, why don't you rush to greet the two Taoist priests." Yixiu turned his head and said.

Qingqing squatted slightly towards the two of them: "Four-eyed Taoist priest, Su Taoist priest."

"You old bald donkey can actually receive an apprentice." Simu sneered: "I thought you were going to die alone, and no one collected the corpse in the end."

"You..." Qingqing showed indignation, but was stopped by Yixiu.

And Simu now pointed to the table in the distance: "Where are we talking?"

"Okay." Yixiu nodded with a smile: "Long time no see, I also have something to say to you, Qingqing, wait a moment."

Four eyes also directed at Su Mo and said: "Junior brother, wait a moment."

Seeing the two walking towards the wooden table, Su Mo shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go to the kitchen and see, can you cook?"

"Yes!" Qingqing nodded quickly, with a shy smile on her face.

This Daoist Su has a handsome face, a very gentle voice, and a fresh fragrance on his body, which makes people feel good about him involuntarily.

In the kitchen, Jiale is busy in front of the stove.

Seeing Su Mo and Qingqing coming in, he said quickly, "I'll just come here, uncle, you guys sit in the living room for a while."

"It's impossible to sit in the living room." Su Mo said helplessly.

Jia Le turned his head and just saw in the living room, his master and monk Yixiu were separated by a table, wrestling with red faces.

"It's over, it's time to change the table again." He smiled wryly.

"What's the matter with the two of them?" Su Mo asked with a frown, "Why do they seem to be incompatible when they meet?"

Although the dispute between these two people was also released in the movie, the reason was never explained.

Qingqing also pricked up her ears, showing curiosity.

While looking at the rice porridge in the pot, Jia Le said, "Well, in the final analysis, it is still because of the house problem."

"When my master came here, the original owner of this house happened to be planning to sell the house, so my master took a fancy to this place and wanted to buy it."