Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Ah?" Qian Kai froze in place.

He didn't expect that the art of inviting gods that he was so proud of would be deciphered so lightly.

Su Mo stood where he was and didn't move, but made a handprint with his right hand: "Come here."

At this moment, all the talismans on the gossip table automatically flew up, and finally condensed into a rope, tied Qian Kai tightly, and then flew to Su Mo.

The fat body fell heavily to the ground.

Qian Kai let out a low growl in pain, but still had that dull expression on his face, looking at the young man in front of him with some confusion.

He really didn't react.

Xu Zhen's face was full of regret: "Senior brother, I have already let you turn around."

"Who knew that you would dare to attack the truth, it's too late to regret it now."

"True biography?"

Qian Kai looked at his junior brother, then at the young man standing in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale.

With his left hand behind his back, Su Mo looked down at him like this, and said softly, "Use Maoshan's magic to harm goodness, and attack the truth. According to Maoshan's law, he will be expelled from the sect, his whole body's spells will be abolished, and he will be demoted to a beast for ten years. Only then can you go down to the underworld and reincarnate."

At the same time as he spoke, a strand of real qi had sprung out and entered Qian Kai's body along the center of his eyebrows.

Qian Kai's body trembled, and suddenly he spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his breath sank instantly.

All the mana in his body was scattered, and his body was disabled from then on.

And that real qi brought out a translucent shadow, which was Qian Kai's soul.

With a wave of Su Mo's hand, the shadow attached itself to a big black dog at the door.

Ten years later, his soul can return to his body, and then he will die of old age, and then he will be judged by the underworld for his merits and demerits.

Of course, if his body was not properly kept and damaged during this process, then he could only spend his whole life on the body of a dog.

Xu Zhen sighed quietly, put his senior brother's body on his back, and took the big black dog by the hand.

Su Mo didn't say much, nodded and said, "It's time for me to leave."

"Master!"

Zhang Boldly said suddenly from the side: "Can you save people to the end? Master Tan is very wealthy in Shili Town. If you leave, I still can't survive!"

After speaking, he showed a pleading look.

Su Mo glanced at Boss Tan who was standing in the distance in fear, nodded and said, "That's fine, let's take care of your affairs by the way."

Chapter 311

Something happened in Ten Mile Town.

Because of the famous rich man in the town, Mr. Tan went completely crazy.

Just this morning, Master Tan ran to the street, and in front of the whole town, he confided all the bad things he had done over the years.

Under the pressure of the people, the guards in the town could only go to his house to search according to what Master Tan said.

Sure enough, many account books, hidden gold and silver treasures were found, and even a few corpses were dug up in the back garden.

After comparison, it was the person who opposed Master Tan a few years ago, but they kept lying that they moved and left. Now it seems that they were all killed by Master Tan.

After the joint decision of several other rich men, they ransacked Mr. Tan's home and sent him to prison to await trial.

The wealthy family that existed for decades disappeared in one morning.

And Zhang Bold also divorced that woman, packed up the belongings accumulated over the years, and formally followed Xu Zhen, traveling around the world.

After finding the map he wanted, Su Mo set out on the road again, heading towards Zhuge's family.

.........

Shun'an Town is derived from the two characters "Shun" and "An", which means good weather and good weather for people and animals.

The small town is located between the mountains, and the transportation is not very convenient. There is only one road leading to the provincial capital, and the rest are all wilderness.

At the end of Shun'an Town, there is a big house, and there are two couplets hanging on the door of the house: the iron plate God calculates through the ages, and the prime minister suppresses all evil with magic.

On it is a big plaque with the word "Zhuge" written on it.

Here is the famous Zhuge family in the town. According to legend, it is the descendant of Zhuge Kongming in the Three Kingdoms era, who knows magic and Fengshui.

At this moment, in the courtyard of Zhuge's family.

Three men and two women were clustered together, and opposite stood a man in a suit holding an original version of the camera.

Snapped--

With a burst of fireworks exploding, the man gestured: "Okay!"

"Come to my photo studio tomorrow at noon to pick up photos."

Watching the photographer leave, the people sitting on the chairs finally stood up with their waists supported.

In order to produce satisfactory results, these people sat for more than half an hour.

This is the current population of Zhuge's family.

The middle-aged fat man's name is Zhuge Kongping, the No.18 heir of Kong Ming, and the middle-aged woman's name is Wang Hui, who is proficient in one-handed hexagrams and is hailed as a magic fortune teller.

The young man and woman are their children, the boy's name is Zhuge Ming, and the girl's name is Zhuge Hua.

As for the red-nosed man with the red umbrella at the end, he is Zhuge Kongping's ghost servant, and he has always been called a ghost servant.

"Xiaoming, Xiaohua, clean the house. Wang Hui, go to the town and buy more good food. The ghost servant will go to the cellar now and bring out the good wine that I have treasured for many years."

Kong Ping hurriedly ordered.

"Father, which important person is this coming?" Zhuge Ming's face was full of surprise: "You are willing to spend so much money to entertain?"

"You brat, did you just forget about it when you turned around?"

Kong Ping slapped him lightly on the head: "Do you still remember what I told you last month that a disciple from Maoshan was coming over, and tomorrow is August [-]th, which happened to be the day he came over. "

"Maoshan disciple?"

Although Wang Hui was already middle-aged, but her face was still pretty, she rolled up her sleeves and said, "When did our Zhuge family climb to Maoshan?"

Today, there are many Taoist schools in the world, among which Buddhism and Taoism are the leading ones.

And there are three pillars in the Taoism, namely: Maoshan Shangqing Dao, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Dao, Wudang Mountain Sword Immortal Dao.

Although the Zhuge family has been passed down for thousands of years, it is still far behind these few sects that have been passed down directly from the heavenly court.

Therefore, it is not too much to use the word clinging.

"I'm not so sure either."

Kong Ping frowned: "However, the person who came here this time is said to be the head of Maoshan, the true disciple of Master Zixiao, who came here specially to ask our Zhuge family to return something."

"True biography?"

Wang Hui was stunned for a moment: "Our family owes Maoshan something, and you want to ask a true biography to come here in person?"

"It's not our family's debt." Kong Ping glanced at her: "It's Zhuge's family's debt. I'll be in charge of entertaining him here. After a while, someone from the inner clan will take him in."

The Zhuge family is also divided into inner and outer clans.

Kong Ping was originally a member of the inner clan, but since he was married and had two children, it was inappropriate to live in the small circle of the inner clan, so he could only settle in the world of mortals.

"Okay, don't ask so many questions."

Kong Ping rubbed his sore lumbar spine, and said impatiently: "I don't know the specific situation, let's talk about it when that person arrives, and prepare quickly."

Wang Hui shook her head, ready to change clothes and go to the street.

A son and a daughter followed behind her, and asked curiously: "Mother, why is the head of Maoshan called Dazhengren? It sounds weird."

"The real person is a kind of respectful title."

Wang Hui looked back at the two of them: "Only those who have cultivated to the extreme in the mortal world and are about to become immortals will be called Dazheng."

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Zhuge Ming and Zhuge Hua looked at each other, and at the same time saw the shock on the other's face.

"So, the head of Maoshan is about to become a fairy?"

"Almost." Wang Hui nodded: "The Daoist Master Zixiao has only one disciple, and nine out of ten he will inherit the position of head of Maoshan in the future. Now you understand the importance? Don't rush to clean it up."

Su Mo naturally didn't know that Zhuge's family had gone through so much trouble to receive him.

At this moment, he was sitting in a thatched hut, holding green tea in his hand, and a skinny old man lay opposite him.

The old man was wearing strange clothes, with white beard and white hair. He looked old and out of shape, but he was full of energy.

It's just that he was lying on the bamboo chair, his hands and feet dragging limply, obviously disabled.

"Oh, the old man is disabled now, please don't be offended by the lack of etiquette." The old man said with a sigh.

This old man is also walking the way of alchemy, the realm is the soul out of Qingming, and he has lived for more than 700 years.

It's just that now his hands and feet are broken, and his aura is about to be exhausted. I'm afraid he will die in a few years.

Su Mo put down his teacup and said with a smile, "I'm not a pedantic person, so don't worry about it, senior."

"It's just that, where did your injuries come from?"

"Ugh!"

Hearing Su Mo's question, the old man sighed, "Because of a zombie."

"Zombie?" Su Mo's expression was slightly solemn.

"Correct."

The old man showed reminiscence, and slowly said: "A corpse in bronze armor in Xishuangbanna."

"Maybe we don't know the true story, but 300 years ago, this zombie was very famous in our place, and it caused a lot of murder, which almost shocked the entire spirit and fantasy world here."

"There are a lot of Taoist practitioners who wanted to catch this zombie, but in the end, instead of catching it, they killed themselves."

Su Mo nodded: "If you don't have enough mana, it's hard to resist."

300 years ago was the Dharma-ending Era, back then it was not much better than now, there were few alchemy ways in the world, and most of them practiced heretics.

But the bronze armored corpse is extremely powerful, and ordinary talisman instruments have no effect on it at all, so it is difficult for heretic monks to deal with it.

The old man nodded, agreeing with Su Mo's statement, and continued: "The old man had just made some achievements in cultivation, and wanted to practice himself to prove his strength. After being recognized, he can establish a sect."

"So after getting ready, I want to look for the bronze armored corpse." Cai.

Chapter 312

"What's the result?" Su Mo asked lightly.

"Caught it." The old man smiled wryly: "The old man fought fiercely with it for several days, almost exhausted his means, and almost died in its hands."

"In the end, I discovered that it was afraid of roosters by accident, and then I got a 50-year-old pure-yang rooster with great luck. I made coffin nails from the heart of a century-old peach tree and soaked it with rooster blood."

"It was finally sealed, and the ink fountain thread was soaked with chicken blood, and hidden in the coffin."

Chunyang rooster refers to a young chicken that has not been mated with a hen.

Coupled with the fact that roosters have a relatively short lifespan, 50-year-old pure-yang roosters are indeed rare.

Having said that, embarrassment appeared on the old man's face: "But this zombie is too wicked."

"After the old man caught it, he broke his hand in three days and his foot in two days. Within half a month, something went wrong when he was practicing."

"Although I barely managed to save my life and cultivation, I couldn't make any further progress. I could only stay in this state where my soul emerged from the underworld forever, and my physical disability couldn't be recovered. I have been tortured for 300 years, and I have tasted all kinds of bad luck. "

Su Mo looked at him intently.

Sure enough, there was a black air entwined around the old man's body, which was mildew and strong dead air.

This is strange.

Generally speaking, these evil things will indeed bring bad luck to ordinary people, but only ordinary people.