Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Uncle Jiu said: "Generally speaking, souls will not be separated unless they are affected by external forces."

"Now that he doesn't have seven souls, could it be that his body has...become a zombie!"

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

This time, it wasn't just Su Mo, Uncle Jiu and the two elders also frowned at the same time, with serious expressions on their faces.

Zombies are not a threat to them.

What they were worried about was that the entire Renjia Town seemed to be sucked into an invisible vortex!

"What should we do next?" Xing Bua looked at Su Mo: "The last clue is also broken.

"Wait."

Su Mo simply replied with one word.

"Wait?" The two elders looked at each other, including Uncle Jiu, who also showed doubts.

It's almost dusk now.

Su Mo looked at the setting sun approaching to the west, and said softly, "Actually, we didn't need to figure this out."

"Because... there is a hell behind me!"

"In the final analysis, those evil gods are nothing more than rats hiding in the underworld. As long as the people from the underworld come up, no matter what conspiracy they have, all problems can be easily solved."

Su Mo suddenly figured out these things.

There are actually only three things he has to do from beginning to end.

The first is to cut off the chains and obtain evidence so that the underworld can take action.

The second is to clean up the door and kill Shi Jian. This is an internal matter of Maoshan, so he needs to do it himself.

The third is to protect Renjia Town, at least until the people from the underworld arrive, to ensure that there will be no major disturbances and no deaths in Renjia Town!

With background, it is so simple and convenient!

Of course, it would be great if we could detect some hidden news before the underworld.

But now it seems that it is obviously a dead end, so let the underworld solve all problems violently.

".¨Have you made an agreement with the underworld?" Elder Yang Hengyi asked subconsciously.

"Ah."

Su Mo glanced at him: "I have been given the news over there, and someone will definitely be sent up before dusk."

"I see!"

The two elders looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the two stood up: "Since there is a local government to solve it, then Renjia Town doesn't need us two old men, Su Zhenchuan, let's leave now."

Because Master Zixiao's attitude is very clear, Maoshan will not get involved in anything in the underworld.

It doesn't matter if the disciples get involved, because being a disciple can't represent Maoshan, it can only represent an individual, so Su Mo can help the underworld.

But when the elders are involved, the meaning of the representation is different.

So when they heard that someone was coming from the underworld, the two elders decided to leave and not meet the people there.

They came here this time in the name of cleaning up the door.

"Aren't the two elders staying longer in Renjia Town?"

With the bottom line in his heart, Su Mo naturally relaxed a lot, and said with a smile: "It's too boring to be accompanied by ancient scrolls and green lanterns on Mao (Wang Zhao) Mountain every day. It just happens that the opportunity is rare, so it's better to stay in this town to experience it." There are all kinds of red dust."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Xing Bua shook his head and smiled: "But the two of us have a mission to go down the mountain this time, and Renjia Town is just one of them."

"Since there is no need to worry about things here, it's time for the two of us to move on to the next thing."

"I see." Su Mo nodded, without asking any further questions, he just said, "Those two elders take care."

"Ah."

Yang Heng nodded, and suddenly took out a box made of white jade from his baggage, and put it in Su Mo's hand.

"This is?" Su Mo held the jade box in his hand, only feeling a slight numbness from the palm of his hand.

Inside this box, there is a huge power of lightning sealed.

Much stronger than the power of lightning on Shi Jian's body!

Yang Hengyi said softly: "This is what the head master entrusted, and the box must be handed over to you!".

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"Correct."

Xing Bu'a next to him echoed: "The head master said, maybe, you will use it when you need it."

Su Mo's eyes flickered, and he accepted the box.

He knows the ability of his master.

He has reached the peak of refining the void and combining Taoism, and he is one step away from the Heavenly Immortal Dao.

At this level, if you sincerely want to calculate a person's recent good or bad luck, it is almost a hundred calculations!

And the two elders waved at the same time, and a talisman instantly became larger, turning into a talisman flying carpet.

The two jumped up and left through the air with a whistling sound.

When the three of them were whispering before, Uncle Jiu consciously avoided, but now he saw that the two elders had left, and then slowly walked behind Su Mo.

"Sometimes I really envy those of you who practice alchemy."

Uncle Jiu said with emotion in his tone: "It's a pity that I don't have enough qualifications, so I can only practice heretics, accumulate evil virtues, and go to the underworld to find a job after my life is exhausted."

The Yinming official position held in the Yang world is actually not safe, it is just equivalent to an internship.

If there is not enough yin virtue after death, then the official position may be reduced or even deprived.

And like Su Mo, he was able to directly obtain Commander Yin while he was alive, and was bound to the official position of Yin Ming, which was considered rare even in the thousands of years of history.

"Brother, don't underestimate yourself."

Su Mo looked at Uncle Jiu and said with a smile: "Based on the Yin virtues you have acquired over the years, even if your soul returns to the underworld in the future, you will not be able to get away from the position of Chief Minister of Money Printing, and you may even go one step further."

Going a step further is not to serve as the head of the Money Printing Department, but may be transferred to other powerful departments.

For example, the Soul Soul Division and the like.

"I hope so." Uncle Jiu shook his head and walked towards the house: "Qiu Sheng Wencai, tidy up."

And Su Mo also left Yizhuang and returned to his funeral shop.

As for Shi Shaojian's three souls... there is no way.

His body has become a zombie, and it is irreparable, so he can only let his three souls dissipate and destroy automatically.

Just the three souls cannot become a ghost, they can only wander around in a daze.

Therefore, there is no need to take any measures, just let it go naturally.

funeral shop.

Su Mo stood in the courtyard and slowly opened the jade box in his hand.

An extremely intense thunder and lightning breath permeated the courtyard, and even a large number of small electric arcs appeared on the surrounding ground.

Even above the sky of Renjia Town, a large number of dark clouds began to gather.

Just by opening the seal, there is such power!

Inside the jade box, lay a purple talisman quietly.

The talisman paper showed a crystal clear purple, as if carved from purple jade, and the mantra on it was golden.

Su Mo had never seen this spell before, presumably because his level was too high, and with his previous level in Maoshan, he couldn't touch it at all.

But he could have a premonition that as long as this talisman is thrown out, it will immediately lead to terrifying thunder!

"The Thunder Talisman drawn by Master himself?"

Su Mo's eyes flickered, he closed the lid of the jade box, and put it into his storage space.

This is a big killer.

The thunder talisman drawn by the real person who stepped half step into the sky, even the thousand-year-old zombie king, will be turned into residue in an instant after being hit by this thunder talisman!

Su Mo was not made to wait long.

Just when the sunset glow in the sky turned red, the Sikong Ling on his arm suddenly emitted light, and the Nether Fire shot out automatically, forming a vortex in mid-air.

"Su Mo."

In the vortex, Yan Daoqin's figure emerged.

"Uncle Yan." Su Mo saluted, "Is the Underworld ready?"

"Naturally." Yan Daoqin nodded: "Otherwise I wouldn't take the initiative to contact you."

He waved his hand lightly, and two shining marks suddenly flew out of the vortex and landed on Su Mo's arm.

These two imprints, one black and one white, formed something similar to Tai Chi, flowing slowly as if they were living beings.

"The coordinates of black and white impermanence are hidden here."

Yan Daoqin looked at Su Mo and said: "As long as you infuse spiritual energy into it, the mark will automatically shatter, and the black and white impermanence will come to you in an instant."

"These two are the righteous gods of the Yin Division, and they are among the top ten Yin commanders. Therefore, the aura on their bodies cannot be concealed at all after they arrive in Yangjian."

"I'm worried that those things will leave immediately after sensing the breath, so I let you take these two imprints to the place where you encountered the Soul Requiem that day, and then call out the black and white impermanence."

"Understood!" Su Mo nodded solemnly.

"Okay." Yan Daoqin waved his hand, and the vortex of dark fire disappeared.

"Royal!"

Without delay, Su Mo summoned a whirlwind to fall under his feet, and then flew out of the town.

After continuing to fly, it didn't take long for Su Mo to return to the tunnel.

The inside of the tunnel is still deep and dark, and there is an extremely rich and extremely yin energy released from the depths.

Su Mo did not rush to summon Black and White Impermanence, but threw out the white paper, let the paper figurine fall in front, and explored step by step.

Soon, they saw the bronze door.

At this moment, the bronze gate was almost torn apart, and the runes on it were dim.

The requiem coffin inside the bronze door has also changed.

The lid of the coffin had been removed by a small section, and a large amount of black water gushed out of the coffin, and even a small black pool of water was formed inside the door.

The Soul Requiem Coffin was floating on the black water, and a large number of black soul chains were swinging in mid-air.

As if sensing Su Mo's breath, those soul-locking chains made a shrieking sound, pierced through the bronze gate, and rushed towards Su Mo.

This time, all these iron chains were covered with black flames!

And there was a low growl from inside the coffin, as if something was trying to struggle desperately out of it.

Su Mo took half a step back, then circulated his aura, and merged it into the black and white marks.

boom!

The black and white mark suddenly emitted a sky-high light, even turning the entire tunnel into black and white.

As soon as those extremely arrogant soul chains touched the black and white light, the flames on them were instantly extinguished, and even the entire chain began to melt rapidly.

"Roar--"

A low growl came out of the Soul Requiem Coffin again, but this time, the voice was not as fierce as before, but tinged with fear!

Two rays of light intertwine with each other.

Eventually, a portal formed in midair.