Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"As a result, Master Yixiu also took a fancy to this house. The two couldn't stop arguing, and neither one was willing to give in. In the end, they were only half of the family, and the resentment was formed at that moment."

"Later, my master wanted to buy his half of the house, but Master Yixiu didn't want to sell it. In addition, the two often quarreled and bickered, and it became what it is now."

"Okay, the meal is ready." Jia Le looked at the three tables in front of him, and said cautiously: "Well, Uncle Master, can I bother you, just carry one table for each person."

"Don't bother." Su Mo waved lightly, and the three paper figurines grew in size instantly, and each of them walked towards the living room with a table in their arms.

Jiale's eyes widened, watching this scene in shock.

And Qingqing had seen her before, so her reaction was much smaller.

In the living room, the battle between the two also came to an end.

Monk Yixiu had an unconcealable smile on his face, obviously the winner.

Simu had a gloomy face, constantly rubbing his butt, and there were still a few fragments of cactus hanging on his pants.

Every time these two old urchins meet, there are bound to be various fights.

Fortunately, because of Su Mo's presence, he had a relatively peaceful breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Monk Yixiu took his leave and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Daoist Su, if you have time, you can go to the monk's place for a sit-down."

"Okay." Su Mo nodded.

But Simu snorted coldly: "Hmph, who cares about your broken place."

"Hey." Monk Yixiu looked at him and smiled, "I only invited Daoist Su, but I didn't invite you."

"You..." Eyes wide open, Monk Yixiu has already walked out of the gate with Qingqing.

"Hey, you can run fast!"

Looking back at Su Mo with four eyes, he said, "Come on, Junior Brother, I'll arrange a room for you."

After all, it is a place close to nature.

The aura in the air is more abundant than in those towns with a lot of people. Although it is only a little bit more, it can still make ordinary people feel refreshed when they wake up.

The night passed quickly.

Su Mo Panxi sat in the room, absorbing the pure yang energy from the rising sun.

Suddenly, he frowned and opened his eyes quietly.

Outside, a flock of crows cawed away from the branches.

An evil spirit slowly approached here from afar.

Su Mo pushed open the door and walked out.

Not long after, Simu and Yixiu also came out.

Although the two of them did not practice alchemy and were far inferior to Su Mo in terms of sensing air currents, their years of experience in subduing demons still made them realize something was wrong very quickly.

In the distance, a group of people approached here.

And in the middle of that group of people was a golden coffin!

ps: Well, I owed another update, and now I owe three updates...I remember it all, and I must make it up!

You all said before that the continuous subjugation of demons and demons is a bit aesthetically exhausting, so I interspersed with these daily plots, I hope no one will feel watery.

Finally... don't panic, hold on to the fox! .

Chapter 194

There was a burst of drums, and the team was approaching the house.

Four young men in Taoist robes were struggling to push a golden coffin covered with a layer of black ink fountain net.

But wherever they walked, the birds on the books and the snakes, insects, rats and ants on the ground all scattered and fled in a hurry.

A puff of sinister air leaked out from the golden coffin.

In front of the coffin, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a khaki Taoist robe, a high hat, and a mahogany sword on his back. He was looking in the direction of the wooden house.

Su Mo had already walked over, and looked at Yixiu with four eyes, and followed Su Mo at the same time, walking towards the team.

"Junior Brother Su!"

The middle-aged Taoist squinted his eyes to observe Su Mo, and only after Su Mo walked in did he shout with joy, trotted a few steps to Su Mo, and saluted Su Mo.

"Senior Brother Qianhe!" Su Mo clasped his fists together, raised his sword finger with his right hand and put it on his forehead: "Long time no see."

There are two situations in the seniority ranking in Maoshan.

The first is to arrange according to the time of entry, if the entry at the same time, then arrange according to age.

Whether it's Qianhe, or Simu Jiushu, they all entered Maoshan at the age of seven or eight, and practiced there for more than 30 years. At that time, Su Mo hadn't crossed yet.

So no matter who you meet, you have to call you brother.

Simu and Yixiu also walked in front of them at this moment, and Qianhe hurriedly saluted the two: "Senior brother Simu, master Yixiu!"

After saluting, Qian He looked at Su Mo again: "Junior Brother Su, has the head allowed you to go down the mountain?"

Back then when he was on Maoshan, Master Zixiao made a rule that Su Mo was not allowed to step out of Maoshan until he was in the realm of embracing the yang and guarding the yin.

"I went down the mountain a year ago." Su Mo said with a smile: "Before, I stayed in Renjia Town and learned from Senior Brother Lin. I just stayed here for a few days with Senior Brother Simu."

"What is the state of junior brother now?"

"Refining Qi." Su Mo didn't want to hide it.

Several of them are from the same sect, and the atmosphere among master Maoshan brothers is still very good, there is no such thing as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

It's just that Uncle Jiu was disliked by many people mainly because of those two cheating disciples.

"Junior brother is really talented, and the future can be expected!" Qianhe exclaimed.

"Hey, why did you stop suddenly?"

While the two were chatting, a shrill voice that was neither male nor female suddenly came from afar.

The person who spoke was a very feminine middle-aged man in a strange robe, with a white face and no beard.

"Oh, Manager Wu, I'm here to borrow some glutinous rice from my senior brother!" Qianhe quickly explained.

Although the imperial court exists in name only, it is still there after all, and Qianhe is serving the imperial court.

Therefore, there are high and low official positions, and you need to obey the orders of the superiors.

"Glutinous rice?" The hermaphrodite frowned.

Beside him, a child wearing a royal robe sitting on a sedan chair suddenly said, "Wu Shilang, let's take a rest."

As soon as the child opened his mouth, Wu Shilang's face was instantly filled with flattery, and he hurriedly greeted: "Okay, everyone, take a break!"

"Jia Le, give the glutinous rice to the uncle." Four eyes turned around and ordered, and then walked towards the coffin.

Su Mo, who had watched the movie, knew what was in the coffin, but now he also came closer to observe it carefully.

"The golden coffin with copper horns is wrapped with an ink fountain net. Could it be that there is..."

Faced with the problem of four eyes, Qianhe nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's a zombie!"

"Then why didn't you burn it?" Simu frowned.

"Ugh......"

Qianhe sighed, looking at the golden coffin with a sad face: "This zombie belongs to the royal family in the frontier, and cannot be burned. We must transport it to Beijing as soon as possible, and wait for the emperor's order."

Su Mo suddenly sneered and said, "Hehe, there is still an emperor now? It's just a name."

"Hush!" Qianhe hurriedly whispered: "Junior brother, be careful! It will be troublesome if the people over there hear it."

Since Qianhe was still working under him after all, Su Mo didn't say anything more.

"Daoist Qianhe."

Yixiu walked over at this moment: "Why don't you tear down this tent, let it absorb sunlight and reduce the body odor?"

Qianhe's eyes lit up, and just about to do it, Su Mo stopped him and said, "Let's keep it."

"This corpse has turned into a zombie. Unless it is killed, reducing the corpse's aura will not have much effect."

"Besides, the weather in this mountain is changeable. If there is wind and rain, the ink fountain on the coffin will become troublesome. If there is a tent, at least it can keep out the wind and rain."

"Yeah." Qianhe nodded: "It's still Junior Brother Su who is thoughtful."

"Amitabha, the poor monk Menglang is gone." Monk Yixiu also knew that there was something wrong with his suggestion just now, so he quickly bowed his head and said.

"Hey, old bald donkey, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak." Si Mu walked to his side and smiled triumphantly.

At this moment, Jiale also ran over, and delivered a package the size of a fist to Qianhe's hands: "Master, Nuomi."

It just so happened that everyone over there also finished their rest and was ready to set off again.

But Su Mo suddenly took out a large handful of talismans and stuffed them into Qianhe's hands: "These are all corpse-suppressing talismans, brother, take them with you in case of emergencies."

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Qianhe was not polite, and stuffed the corpse-repelling charm and glutinous rice into the cloth bag.

Su Mo took out a handful of soybean-sized paper figurines and a talisman: "Brother, you also take these paper figurines with you. Every 5000 meters or so, throw one on the ground."

"In addition, you also take this talisman well. If something happens, tear up the talisman immediately."

"This is?" Qianhe was a little puzzled.

Su Mo couldn't help but put the things in his hands: "Brother, don't ask too much, just do as I tell you."

According to the plot in the movie, something will happen tonight.

When the time comes, as long as the talismans here are burning, Su Mo will use these paper figurines to rush over there. It doesn't matter to the others, Senior Brother Qianhe still has to save them.

"This... alright." Chizuru nodded, and put all the things into his cloth bag.

"Hey, hey, it's time to leave, and you still talk so much." Wu Shilang impatiently waved a handkerchief in the distance, urging the people around: "Let's go, let's go."

Qianhe shook his head helplessly, and saluted to several people respectively: "Junior Brother Su, Senior Brother Simu, Master Yixiu, we will meet later."

"There will be a meeting (Li Lihao) later." Simu sighed: "I hope you don't need these things."

The team gradually went away, and Jia Le looked at the glittering golden coffin enviously: "This coffin looks very beautiful, it must be very valuable."

"Of course." Four eyes glanced at him: "It's made of gold."

"Ah."

Jia Le looked at the coffin and flattered casually: "If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely work hard to make money and buy a pair that is exactly the same to honor Master and you!"

"Huh?" Four eyes stared at him.

Yixiu laughed beside him: "Hahahaha, Simu, your apprentice is really filial."

"Humph!"

Simu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and walked towards the wooden house.

Jia Le scratched her head, her face full of doubts: "Did I say something wrong?"

Su Mo sighed, and said helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense next time, that kind of coffin is specially used to hold zombies. Your master has been killing demons and demons all his life, if he becomes a zombie after death in the future, then it is true It's sad."

Chapter 195

On the night after Qianhe left, it began to rain heavily outside.

After Simu finished reciting the Taoist scriptures, he stood at the door, looked at the beaded curtain outside and said worriedly: "I hope Junior Brother Qianhe and the others will be safe."

"Amitabha." In the opposite house, Yixiu stood at the window and said with a smile, "Daoist Qianhe is auspicious, and I think the trip will be safe."

His four eyes stared, but he still held back from arguing with Yixiu on this issue, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, my junior brother is of course very lucky, why do you need to talk about it?"

Speak, and draw the curtain with a swish.

In the room, Su Mo was holding a cinnabar pen, and carefully sketched a series of spells on the row of paper figurines in front of him, such as the Suppressing Corpse Curse, Exorcism Spell, etc., which were specially designed to deal with zombies.

Although the evil spirit on the paper figurine was enough to kill the zombies, Su Mo always liked to be fully prepared before acting.

Simu walked over to take a look, frowned and said, "These spells...do you think something will happen to Qianhe and the others?"