Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Chapter 239

"Daoist! Daoist, please forgive me!"

The old man just fell out, and seeing Su Mo pick up another talisman, he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

Su Mo paused, but did not put down the talisman, but walked out from behind the counter: "What's your intention of hiding here at night?"

His funeral shop has indeed been transformed into a yin and yang transfer station by the system, which has the function of attracting ghosts to reincarnate.

But the ghosts who really came to reincarnate, they all walked in openly and respectfully visited themselves, the master of the transfer station.

And the old man in front of him was sneaky and hiding in the dark, so he must have other purposes.

"Daozhang, I'm here to ask for help!"

Seeing Su Mo approaching, the old man trembled even more, and quickly explained: "I'm from Qingliu Village, and I'm here to ask you for help, please be merciful!"

"Qingliu Village?" Su Mo looked at him, and slowly lowered his hand holding the talisman.

He did have an impression of this village. It was next to Renjia Town, and it was also a village that was destroyed by horse thieves.

"Then why didn't you come out before?"

"Master Daoist, I'm scared." The old man held the fiendish paper man behind Su Mo, and said timidly, "This... the aura of this monster is too terrifying, I dare not come out !"

Su Mo looked back, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, the evil spirit on the paper figurine had already become so strong that ordinary ghosts would run away when they saw the paper figurine.

This is exactly the so-called ghosts are afraid of evil people.

Evil does not refer to badness, but to viciousness and viciousness.

Su Mo waved and put away the paper figurine, and walked into the living room: "Come in."

The old man quickly agreed, and followed Su Mo into the living room.

When Su Mo brought him a cup of hot tea, he quickly took it flattered.

"Tell me." Su Mo sat behind the counter again, picked up a talisman pen and began to draw in front of the table.

Drawing talismans is not only for practice, but in the process of drawing talismans, it can let the real qi flow, so that you can master every bit of aura in your body more proficiently.

Therefore, the process of drawing symbols is actually a process of cultivation.

The old man was silent for a while, then put down his teacup suddenly, and knelt on the ground again: "Master Daoist, please save our family, old and young!"

"Your family?" Su Mo frowned: "The villages destroyed by horse thieves seem to have killed all the people in them, right?"

"Anyway, I didn't see a living person when I went there, and all the dead bodies were taken away with three souls and seven souls. I was surprised that your soul escaped."

The old man lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, but since he was already a ghost, he could not see a drop of tears flow out.

"I don't know about other villages, but our Qingliu Village has not been killed!"

"Huh?" Su Mo straightened up: "What's going on, tell me in detail."

The old man was taken aback by Su Mo's aura, and a look of fear flashed across his face, but he still told the story in detail after all.

According to what he said, the group of horse thieves did kill many people, and took away their hearts and souls.

But a small half of the people survived and were taken away by the horse thieves.

But the old man was lucky, he died naturally just before the horse thief came, so his soul was able to hide and escaped the catastrophe.

But it was precisely because of this that he witnessed several of his descendants being taken away by horse thieves.

"Blood of heart, soul, living...what do you want to do?" Su Mo leaned back on the chair with a thoughtful expression on his face, and whispered softly.

But the old man lay on the ground and cried loudly: "A few days ago, I saw the Taoist priest behead those horse thieves with magic, so I believed that the Taoist priest was a master of Taoism, so I came here to beg."

"Pray for the long hair to be merciful, save our whole family! Also save the survivors in Qingliu Village!"

The old man's weeping woke up Su Mo from his contemplation.

He looked at the old man's appearance, remained silent for a while, and finally sighed: "I will try my best to save people, but not now."

If it could be saved, Su Mo would of course choose to save everyone.

However, the reality does not allow him to do so.

Now that the sorceress and the evil mage behind her are still hiding behind the scenes, how can Su Mo know if this is their plan to turn the tiger away from the mountain?

What if I leave Renjia Town for a while, and the mage in the dark comes out to attack?

Uncle Jiu alone cannot protect the tens of thousands of people here.

The lives of people in Qingliu Village are human lives, but the lives of people in Renjia Town are also human lives. Su Mo dare not gamble!

"How about this, for a few days you will stay in my funeral shop for the time being, and if everything goes well in a few days, then you will lead the way and save the people in Qingliu Village, what do you think?"

Facing Su Mo's proposal, although the old man wanted to say something, he finally nodded in agreement without saying a word.

He didn't understand why, after a few days, maybe all the people in Qingliu Village would be dead.

Those horse thieves were extremely cruel, and it was absolutely impossible to entertain them with good food and drink.

But there is no way, within a radius of a hundred miles, the only person who is capable is this Mr. Su in front of him.

At least there is still hope.

Su Mo found a wine jar, put the old man in it, pasted two talismans on it, and pressed a small gossip mirror on the mouth of the jar.

This can not only give him a place to live, but also temporarily trap him and prevent him from having any bad thoughts.

The night passed quickly.

The moon is at the end of the day, and the red sun is rising.

Su Mo was standing in the yard with his hands behind his back, and he could see the reddish hot air being sucked into his mouth while breathing.

With Qilin Stone, there is no need to deliberately cultivate.

As long as you breathe naturally at sunrise every day, you can take the innate pure Yang Qi that permeates the world into your body and hide it in the true Qi.

Just when Su Mo finished breathing and just opened his eyes, there was a knock on the door outside.

". Come in, the door is unlocked." Su Mo turned around and sat casually on the rattan chair under the tree.

After cultivating to refining and transforming qi, the whole body can be clean and free from dirt, so naturally there is no need to do trivial things such as brushing teeth and washing face.

The wooden door was pushed back, and it was Ren Tingting who walked in (from Li Nuo's) in ordinary clothes.

Although it is not as beautiful as when wearing a western dress, it reveals a bit of natural and fresh beauty.

Still holding a basket in her hand, she went to sit down opposite Su Mo, and took out everything in the basket.

All steaming breakfasts.

Su Mo was not polite, and started to eat and drink with the chopsticks she handed over.

Although he no longer needs to eat now, Ren Tingting's cooking skills are very superb, and this meal can be regarded as a treat.

Ren Tingting's expression was natural now, and she was no longer as shy as last night, she said softly, "Su Mo, how about going for a walk around town with me after eating?"

"Huh?" Su Mo didn't stop picking up vegetables: "Okay."

"You didn't ask why?" Ren Tingting asked subconsciously.

"Do you still need a reason to accompany you?" Su Mo looked at her and laughed.

Ren Tingting's face flushed a little, but the corners of her eyes showed a bit of joy. .

Chapter 240

Before Su Mo could speak, she took the initiative to say, "Today is Uncle Jiu's birthday. As his junior, don't you know?"

Hearing what Ren Tingting said, Su Mo was indeed taken aback.

There is no Jiazi on the mountain, and the cold year does not know the year.

There is no such thing as a birthday when practicing Taoism on Maoshan Mountain.

After all, some elders who practice alchemy have lived for hundreds of years now, and apart from practicing Taoism wholeheartedly, they don't care about these worldly things for a long time.

The elders above have never done it, and the disciples below naturally have no one to set this precedent.

And when Su Mo went down the mountain, Uncle Jiu's last birthday had already passed, so he missed it.

So he still doesn't know.

As for Ren Tingting... Uncle Nine is highly respected in Ren's Town, every birthday party is organized by Master Ren himself.

Ren Tingting, as his only daughter, naturally said it a few days in advance.

"I'm really not sure." Su Mo smiled awkwardly, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"You." Ren Tingting put away all the bowls and chopsticks, and said softly, "It happens that the two of us are going to the town to pick out some birthday presents for Uncle Jiu."

After announcing the news that all the horse thieves had been beheaded, Ren Jiazhen began to recover quickly.

Those shops that were temporarily closed have now opened their doors to try to do business, and the pedestrians in the town are also coming and going, which seems to be even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

Su Mo and Ren Tingting have received a lot of respectful greetings along the way.

After all, one is the patron saint of Renjia Town, and the other is the daughter of the leader of Renjia Town. Together, the status of these two people is absolutely as high as the sky.

But there are also troubles.

After the two took the things, the merchant refused to ask for money. Fortunately, Su Mo carried an exorcism talisman with him, and after giving one, the merchant put it away as a treasure.

The gift that Ren Tingting chose was a beautifully crafted longevity peach, cast in gold, with the word "Fu" engraved on it.

Su Mo's gift is the same longevity peach, but the word "longevity" is engraved on it, which happens to be a pair.

Looking at the birthday peach in Su Mo's hand, Ren Tingting's cheeks were slightly flushed, but the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

After leaving the gold shop, the two spent a lot of time wandering around the town.

Su Mo gently grabbed Ren Tingting's jade hand, and Ren Tingting struggled a little, then let it go.

Night fell soon.

Lanterns were hung in the restaurant, and two firecrackers were set off at the door.

After all, this restaurant is owned by Ren's family, so food and drinks in the whole restaurant are free tonight, as long as they are from Renjia Town, they can come to eat and drink whatever they want.

At this moment, in the luxury private room on the second floor.

Rich people in Renjia Town sent their gifts one by one, wishing uncle Jiu's birthday.

After seeing the pair of gifts from Su Mo and Ren Tingting, Uncle Jiu nodded, but Ren Fa couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

Repeatedly said: "Double happiness is coming tonight!"

One of the joys was Uncle Jiu's birthday, and the other... Looking at the gifts from the golden boy and jade girl, the rest of them naturally understood.

A group of people sat down around the wine table, and not long after, a fat man in a suit jacket came out from behind the bead curtain.

"Comprador Hong is here." Someone greeted.

With this idea, those who specialize in contacting and doing business with Westerners will be called compradors.

Comprador Hong held a birthday cake in his hand, with five candles stuck on it, symbolizing Uncle Jiu's fiftieth birthday today.

"Ninth uncle, happy birthday!"

He put the cake on the table and said with a smile: "It's a small thing, it's not a respect."

"Ah, what is this?" Wen Cai looked at the cake curiously and asked.

"This is a western moon cake!" Comprador Hong pointed to the candle on the cake: "Uncle Nine, blow it out soon. This is a good sign. As the saying goes, once the candle is extinguished, there will be a son and a daughter-in-law!"

Wen Cai laughed loudly: "Are you kidding, my master has no son..."

"Hmm—" Uncle Jiu turned his head and stared at him unkindly.

Wen Cai swallowed, and quickly smiled: "Then what, hehe, my master treats me like a son!"

"Humph."

Only then did Uncle Jiu look away, stood up, and blew out the candles on the cake.