Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Ah-ah!!!"

The stern roar echoed in the night sky, and Qianhe's expression was complicated.

But Wu Shilang tightly covered the child's ears, and blocked his body in front of him to prevent him from seeing.

Qingqing also hid behind Su Mo, occasionally peeking out her eyes, then quickly retracted.

The flames became more and more intense, but the screams of the zombies became weaker and weaker.

After about half a stick of incense passed, there was no more screaming, and there was only a burning fire left on the spot.

The voice of the system also sounded in Su Mo's mind at the right time.

"Congratulations to the host, killing one of the royal zombies will give you [-] points of merit."

This zombie was supposed to be more powerful than ordinary zombies, with a heavier corpse aura.

Coupled with the fact that he survived the thunder and caused a mutation, the system rewarded him with a full [-] points of merit!

"Junior brother..." Qianhe walked over.

"It's over." Su Mo naturally knew what he wanted to ask, looked at the flames and said, "The zombies have been completely exterminated."

Qianhe nodded, as if she wanted to say something, but after all, she couldn't utter a word, and all the words turned into a long sigh.

"Ugh!"

The fire was scorching, illuminating half of the night sky.

After all, this royal zombie couldn't be transported to the so-called emperor.

Instead, after killing more than a dozen human lives, they were turned into ashes in this barren mountain.

Fearing that there might be exceptions, on the night of killing the zombies, Simu ordered Jiale to paste the corpse-suppressing charms all over the walls, even on the trees that were a little closer.

However, after a few days, there were no more zombies, and this matter was completely resolved.

Qianhe has been living in Yixiu's house for the past few days.

After all, the house is only that big. There are three bedrooms in Simu, one for myself, one for Jiale, and one for Su Mo, so there is no room left.

A large part of his place is used as a morgue to place dead bodies.

On the contrary, Monk Yixiu has a lot of vacant rooms.

Of course, Simu has some complaints about this, but in the end it's hard to say anything, after all, the relationship between Chizuru and Ikkyu is still very good.

Wu Shilang and the child also stayed at Yixiu to recuperate.

In this wilderness, a servant who has no strength to restrain a chicken and a child who is not yet ten years old can't walk at all.

Not to mention encountering ghosts and evil spirits, even encountering a few wolves can kill them.

After more than half a month of cultivation, Qianhe's injuries were finally fully recovered, leaving only a faint scar on his neck.

After all, he already has a cultivation base, although he is not as good as Alchemy Dao Xuanqi, but his physical fitness is still far beyond that of ordinary people.

On the contrary, the child had several high fevers, but he survived them all.

After the incident of the royal zombies, the relationship between Simu and Yixiu has eased a lot, at least now they can eat at the same table normally.

Of course, they often quarreled and choked each other, but they still enjoyed it.

After eating the last grain of rice in the bowl, Qianhe put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at the bright sunshine outside and sighed suddenly.

"Master, why are you sighing?" Jia Le picked up another dish with chopsticks.

"Come out this time, following the emperor's will, to welcome that frontier royal family back to Beijing."

Qianhe said slowly: "Now that the zombies have been exterminated out of the coffin, almost all of our group of more than a dozen died here, and even my four disciples were not able to escape."

"This time, after returning to Beijing, I don't know how to explain it to the emperor."

"Then don't explain it at all."

At this moment, Su Mo suddenly said: "Brother Qianhe should be planning to support the royal family and use the spirit of a real dragon to cultivate merits, right?"

"That's right." Qianhe nodded and said, "In today's world, spiritual energy is thin, and the road to alchemy is almost cut off. We can only practice heretics."

"But this heretical way is not easy to practice, so I plan to use the royal family's spirit of the emperor to practice."

People of Xuanmen cultivate with the help of kingly dragon energy, which has been done since ancient times.

Therefore, in ancient times, Dragon Tiger, Maoshan and other major orthodox sects, every time a new emperor came to the throne, they would send an elder from the sect down the mountain to compete for the position of national teacher.

Even the Buddhist sect has a foot in it, and every time it sends eminent monks to compete with the Taoist sect.

It's just that now that the feudal dynasty is in decline, and there is still a bit of emperor's spirit left, those famous sects have completely looked down on them, so Qianhe picked it up...

"How long has senior brother supported the royal family?" Su Mo asked.

Qianhe lowered his head, and after a rough calculation, he responded: "According to the detailed calculation, it has been more than three years."

"Three years..." Su Mo put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with a smile, "In the past three years, have senior brothers absorbed the slightest air of emperor?"

Qianhe hesitated a little, but finally shook his head: "It should be that my cultivation base is not enough, so I haven't absorbed the kingly luck yet."

"I don't think your cultivation level is not enough, but that the king's luck has completely collapsed, and the emperor has no trace of the emperor's spirit!"

Su Mo sneered and said, "In today's world, the feudal dynasty has been completely subverted. The so-called emperor only has one name left. It is completely useless for senior brother to assist the royal family now."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Wu Shilang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stared at Su Mo: "You are too courageous!"

"Ok?"

Su Mo looked at him, and said with a smile: "Then let me ask you, except for the small area in the capital, in today's world, can the emperor order to move half of the land?"

Wu Shilang opened his mouth to argue, but in the end he could only lower his head.

Because what Su Mo said was very true, he couldn't refute it at all.

On the contrary, the little prince kept his head buried in his meal, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Then..." Qianhe looked at Su Mo: "Junior Brother Su, what's your suggestion?"

"My suggestion is that senior brother should completely leave the royal family from now on."

Su Mo looked at Qianhe, and said seriously: "Now the world is in chaos, people's livelihood is suffering, and countless monsters and ghosts are raging in the world. Senior brother simply walks in the world of mortals alone, subdue demons and subdue demons, and benefit the people."

"In this way, the speed at which you can accumulate merit will definitely far surpass that of serving in the imperial court!"

Chizuru fell silent.

Every word Su Mo said went to his heart.

In the end, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head and said to Wu Shilang, "This time, you can take the little elder brother back together, and I won't go back with you."

"Ah? Daoist Qianhe, you..." Wu Shilang seemed to want to dissuade him.

But Qianhe directly interrupted him: "My junior brother is right, now that demons are raging in the world, as a cultivator, I should walk in the world of mortals and use my sword to eliminate demons!"

"After you go back, explain all the causes and effects here to the emperor."

Chapter 203

"Uncle Qianhe."

In the end, it was the child who said, "Then... can you send us to a nearby town before leaving?"

Wu Shilang also had a face full of prayers.

The two of them really couldn't walk through this wilderness.

Regarding this point, Qianhe did not refuse, nodded and said: "This is what it should be. After a few days of complete cultivation, we will go on the road. You return to Beijing, and I will walk in the world of mortals."

"Junior Brother, you should have done this a long time ago!" Si Mu agreed beside him.

Yixiu also put down the bowl and chopsticks, with a smile on his face: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I want you to take care of it!" Four eyes stared at him.

The two old urchins bickered again.

three days later.

At the door of the wooden house, everyone gathered here.

"Master, you want to go out too?" Jia Le looked at the four eyes who were carrying the package, and said with some confusion: "Aren't those corpses not yet due for delivery?"

"Don't worry about the corpse that was torn up by the royal zombie a few days ago?"

The four eyes looked at him angrily: "I have to bring the money quickly, and explain to 12 people, so that we can discuss compensation, and on the way back, I will see if I can take a few more orders to make up for the loss... How stupid!"

After being scolded by his master, Jia Le could only scratch his head, not daring to say anything more.

"Where's Master?" Qianhe looked at Ikkyu.

"Amitabha." Yixiu recited the Buddha's name: "Daozhang Su was right in what he said a few days ago. Now that the world is full of demons and demons, we cultivators should take killing demons and eliminating demons as our duty."

"So I'm going to take Qingqing out for more walks, to help more people, and to train her as well."

"Ah? Master, you want to go too?" Jia Le had a bitter expression on hearing this.

There are no villages or shops behind this place, and there are no people in the radius of a hundred miles.

Simu spends most of his time chasing corpses outside, it is really lonely for him to be here alone.

"Why, can't you bear it?" The four eyes stared at him: "Then do you still want to go with the monk?"

Jia Le quickly shook his head: "No, Master, I didn't mean that."

"Hmph, nothing is the best!" Four eyes turned away.

"Master is merciful." Qianhe bowed aside and said, "Is that with us?"

"The monks are used to walking alone, so we won't be with the two priests anymore." Yixiu paid respects to the Buddha respectively: "Daozhang Su, Taoist Qianhe, and brother Simu, we will meet later."

"Master will meet later." Su Mo and Qianhe returned the gift.

Looking at his two juniors with four eyes, he finally returned the salute with a stiff face: "Hmph, old bald donkey, don't fail to subdue the demon, and die in the hands of the demon."

"Don't worry." Yixiu said with a smile: "You must have died earlier than me. In the future, I will wait to save your corpse."

"You..." Simu was about to spray back, but Yixiu had already turned around and left with Qingqing.

"Hey, you can run fast!"

Four eyes flicked the big sleeves: "Junior Brother Su, Junior Brother Qianhe, let's say goodbye here, there will be a period later."

"Brother will meet later."

Seeing the four eyes gradually going away with the package on their backs, Su Mo looked at Qianhe: "Let's go too."

"Ah."

Qianhe nodded, and his eyes fell on the child: "How about the wound on your body?"

"It's almost there." The child nodded and said, "Uncle Qianhe, don't worry about me, I can keep up with you."

"Jia Le, take a good look at the house, let's go." Su Mo finally greeted Jia Le, and took the lead on the path.

This path leads all the way to the outside world.

Of course, Su Mo didn't really walk on his legs, but threw out three paper horses, one for himself and Qianhe, and one for the child and Wu Shilang.

The day passed quickly, and night gradually fell.

"There seems to be a village ahead!"

The sharp-eyed Wu Shilang suddenly pointed forward and screamed, with joy on his face.

Although there is a paper horse to travel, I am exhausted after a day of driving.

It's just that as a few people approached, they found that the village had long been deserted, and even the houses had all collapsed, leaving only a gatehouse standing at the intersection.

"Oh, why is my life so miserable!"

Full of anticipation, Wu Shilang's face turned bitter immediately: "Why can't I even find a complete house?"

However, the two people in front ignored him.

Qianhe jumped off the horse, looked at the bones scattered on the ground, and sighed: "Alas...this is a troubled time, junior brother, let them be buried in peace."