Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

A strong fragrance flowed out from the jar, and the people around greedily inhaled the fragrance, showing signs of enjoyment.

In the corner, Su Mo frowned tightly.

What he smelled was not a fragrance, but a rancid stench!

It's the stench that comes out after the corpse rots!

The old Taoist took out dozens of jade wine glasses, exactly one for each person, no more, no less.

The wine jar was poured, half a glass of black and red wine was poured, and after a circle, all the liquid in the wine jar was just poured out.

"How......"

An old man looked at the half glass of wine in front of him, his voice was startled and angry: "Why is there only half a glass of longevity water this time?"

The other old people also showed dissatisfaction, and the noise rose and fell in the darkness.

"Okay, be quiet!"

The old Taoist's expression turned cold, and when he saw that everyone had calmed down, he said indifferently, "I think you all know exactly how this longevity water came about?"

"The people you supplied last month were really too few, and now you can still get half a cup of longevity water. It's completely out of pity for Daoist Qingxu, how dare you be dissatisfied?"

"If we can't gather enough people this month, we might not even have half a cup of longevity water next month!"

Everyone was silent for a while.

An old man said: "It's not that we are unwilling to contribute, but that our abilities are limited!"

"We have collected all the refugees within a radius of a hundred miles outside the city. Now there are no more refugees. Where do you want us to get you?"

"If we get the population of our Changcheng city, I'm afraid people will notice something is wrong if we don't get a few of them."

"That's something you need to consider." The old Taoist snorted coldly: "Our Qingyun Temple is only responsible for refining the longevity water, and you have to provide the raw materials yourself."

"Without the raw materials, the Longevity Water will naturally be gone. What to do, you should think about it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he embraced Fuchen, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Everyone looked at each other left and right, and finally an old man picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Not to be outdone, the rest of the old people quickly picked up their wine glasses to drink, and then closed their eyes with an extremely happy and relaxed expression on their faces.

Elixir?

Su Mo's eyes were opened, and he looked towards the old people.

He could see that as soon as the wine entered his stomach, it turned into a strong life essence and spread out, pouring into his limbs and bones.

This effect is similar to how he uses aura to help an ordinary mortal wash his body. If he washes for a long time, he can make the other person live a long life without all diseases.

However, the Longevity Water contained not only life essence.

It also contains a lot of death, resentment, yin, and evil spirits!

Even Su Mo could vaguely see that every cup of longevity water condensed a human face with a strong color of resentment and pain, and his mouth opened, letting out a silent wail.

If this kind of thing is taken for a long time, it can indeed prolong life, but at the same time, it will also be contaminated by various breaths inside.

If things go on like this, I'm afraid it will become a monster that is neither human nor ghost!

But these elderly rich men obviously didn't realize this, they could only feel a warm breath bursting out of their bodies.

In the following days, their energy will become extremely vigorous, and their physical strength will even be no less than that of ordinary young people, just like rejuvenating their youth!

As for this period of time, my temper has become more and more irritable, and my mind has become darker and darker. I will be angry at every turn, and even burst out many dark thoughts that I have never thought of before.

These things are out of their scope of consideration.

They only know that because of taking the Longevity Water, their life has indeed been extended!

As the saying goes, the richer you are, the more you fear death.

Because they are reluctant to part with their current life and cannot give up the glory and wealth of the mortal world.

Daoist Qingxu grasped such a mentality, so he firmly controlled all the old ladies of these big and wealthy families in his palm.

Naturally, Jin Yongfan also got a cup of longevity water, which was originally supposed to be for Jin Anfu.

It's a pity that this old man is too upright. If he knows about this matter, it may cause disturbances in the whole Changcheng.

All of this was seen by Su Mo, and a look of dismay flashed in his eyes.

No wonder.

During the day, he felt a faint demonic aura about Jin Yongfan, as well as an inexplicable complex aura.

Now it seems that it is because of the longevity water.

As for the other old people, since they were not present during the day, he naturally had no way of noticing it.

The whole process seemed to be some sort of secret ritual.

Only the old Taoist did not drink the water of longevity, and he looked at those old people with strange eyes, as if a butcher was looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

After everyone drank the wine in the cup, the old Taoist cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "What you have to do this month is to provide more people."

"I don't care what method you use, in short, the population must not be less than last month."

"Also, are you ready for the grand ceremony in three days' time?"

"It's all in order." An old man nodded quickly: "During this period of time, we have done all the house-to-house inspections, and all the money has been given. There won't be any omissions by 700."

"That's good."

The old Taoist showed a normal smile for the first time: "The sacrificial ceremony is the most important thing, and there must be no mistakes."

"Don't worry, as long as this matter can be done beautifully, Daoist Qingxu will definitely reward you!"

As he said that, the old Taoist looked around and said, "Let's come here today, everyone, please come back."

Those old people got up one by one and walked out slowly along a passage.

Su Mo lost interest in following after taking a look.

He was able to detect that the end of the passage was only a secluded alley leading to the city.

After the old Taoist saw that everyone around him had disappeared, he turned around and went back to the original passage.

After passing the passage, he returned to the hall again, but this time he didn't do anything else, he just sat down cross-legged and silently recited scriptures.

There is also a Gu worm similar to Jin Anfu in his body.

This Gu worm continuously released the three qi, which made the old Taoist feel like a young man, full of vitality.

But Su Mo could see clearly that this Gu worm was actually wasting his lifespan.

The old Taoist could have lived for more than 20 years, so if he lived for at most half a year, he would die.

This is the price of energy.

This so-called real person Qingxu used these plausible means to control this group of mortals.

This is precisely the helplessness of being a mortal in this world. .

Chapter 394

There was nothing to see, Su Mo's soul naturally returned to the body of the guest room.

In fact, he could sense before that there was a strong evil spirit pervading in the deepest part of the Taoist temple.

After Su Mo weighed it over and over again, he still didn't approach.

It's not that he can't beat it, but that he doesn't want to startle the snake.

Although he hid his figure, the monster energy enveloped the surrounding space completely. As long as something entered and touched the monster energy, it would cause the monster energy to react.

Intuitively speaking, there may be a lot of things hidden in this Taoist temple, so Su Mo intends to explore it carefully.

In the room, seeing Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, Zhang Ji, who had been on tenterhooks, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Su Zhenchuan, are you ready?"

He didn't know about the out of body soul, so he could only ask ambiguously.

"Ah."

Su Mo responded, "Did anything happen during the period?"

"No."

Zhang Ji shook his head firmly and said: "The surrounding area is extremely quiet, it seems that only a few of us live in the guest room here."

"Su Zhenchuan..." Speaking of this, Zhang Ji suddenly felt a little uneasy: "Tell me, did something happen here?"

"I always feel a little restless, and it's very cold around me."

"Yeah." Su Mo responded casually: "People have died in this room, and there is yin energy left after the death. It's normal for you to feel cold."

"what?"

Zhang Ji's expression changed.

He was just about to say something, but Su Mo seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and said directly: "In fact, people died in all the guest rooms here, so they are all the same."

Having said that, Zhang Ji's complexion was even worse.

Su Mo glanced at him with some amusement, then looked at Zhang Puppy who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said with a smile, "Your granddaughter is much more courageous than you, and she is sleeping soundly now."

"She has such a carefree temper."

Zhang Ji smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "If she hadn't been born as a daughter, I would have prepared to pass on this fortune-telling skill to her and let her inherit the mantle."

In this era, some concepts are still relatively common.

Especially in the Taoist sect, many side-door spells that are passed on in a single line have a rule that they should be passed on to males and not to females.

Seeing Su Mo's eyes focus on the Taoist scriptures again, Zhang Ji opened his mouth, but he could only suppress all the doubts in his heart.

He planned not to sleep tonight, just to get through the night like this.

It's just that he's getting old, and he's been walking for so long during the day, so when he suddenly quiets down, he feels drowsy.

Slowly, the eyelids gradually closed.

Looking at Zhang Ji who fell into a deep sleep, Su Mo smiled slightly, but he didn't pay much attention, but focused on the Taoist scripture in his hand.

This Taoist scripture has no name, and it has not even been fully written.

Because this is the cultivation experience of the previous heads of Maoshan!

From Maoshan Patriarch Sanmao Zhenjun to Zixiao, it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and only after reaching the realm of Dazheng can he be qualified to leave his own pen and ink in this book and record his life experience.

Therefore, as long as the inheritance of Maoshan continues, this book will never end.

If this book is released, there will be a bloody storm in the whole Taoist sect.

After all, at least half of Maoshan's previous masters have achieved the Dao of Immortals, and now they are the masters of a certain star above the sky, called Xingjun!

This book can be regarded as the painstaking work of digital angels.

The night was getting darker.

The candles on the table had been quietly extinguished at some point, and the entire room was completely plunged into darkness.

Zhang Ji seemed to feel a little cold in his sleep, and unconsciously groped around with his hands, trying to find something to cover himself.

As a result, a soft calling came from beside my ear: "Wake up."

Immediately afterwards, a warm current rushed into his mind, and Zhang Ji suddenly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found Su Mo standing in front of him, and Xiaogou Zhang also woke up at this moment, standing behind Su Mo, his two small eyes were shining in the dark.

"Su Zhenchuan, you are..."

Zhang Jigang was about to ask, but Su Mo made a silent gesture at him: "Shhh—"

"Look." He pointed out the window.

Vaguely, there seemed to be noises coming.

But it was clearly the middle of the night.

Zhang Ji's heart trembled slightly, but he still followed Su Mo's guidance and looked out the window.

The outside of the wooden window happened to be a corridor, with red-painted pillars standing on both sides, and a walkway about two meters wide was left in the middle.