Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Recently, there was really nothing to be busy with. Both Ren Tingting and Hu Qiyue were practicing in seclusion, so it was inconvenient to disturb them, so Su Mo stayed in Renjia Town alone for a few days.

Even though Uncle Jiu is gone in Yizhuang, Qianhe's magic power can be regarded as advanced among heretic monks, so there is nothing wrong with him in charge.

Moreover, Qianhe is serious in his work and serious in life, and will never be used to Qiu Sheng's literary talents. The two of them have had a miserable life during this period.

Another five or six days passed.

In Yizhuang.

Su Mo frowned slightly: "Brother Lin still hasn't come back."

Now according to seniority, he can still be called Senior Brother, but other people cannot be called Senior Brother, they must be commensurate with the head teacher.

Su Mo remembered that after the Luotian Dajiao in Maoshan was over, Uncle Jiu began to arrange a carriage and rush back to Renjia Town.

He was delayed in Longhu Mountain for eight or nine days, and then he was delayed in the mortal world for dozens of days. Roughly speaking, almost two months have passed.

According to the distance, Uncle Jiu and the others should be back in a month and a half at most.

"Could something happen on the road that will delay you?" Qianhe was also a little worried.

Su Mo silently recited Uncle Jiu's birthday horoscope, and deduced it in his hands... Although his main focus is not hexagrams, but when all Taoist priests first started, they will be involved in almost all aspects.

"Fierce? Is life in danger?"

Su Mo was a little surprised by this result, but it was also expected.

In today's chaotic world, although there are no big monsters, there are ghosts and evil spirits everywhere, and there are even warlords fighting. Uncle Jiu is a heretic. In terms of physical fitness, he is only one or two times stronger than ordinary people at most.

It's not a surprise to be in danger.

"Let me go."

Su Mo drank the tea in his cup and stood up: "You stay in Renjia Town. If you encounter problems that cannot be resolved, send a message in time. Now you are the only practitioner in Renjia Town. Don't show off."

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"I understand." Daoist Qianhe nodded quickly: "Teacher, be careful all the way here."

"Ah."

Su Mo didn't say much, and with a wave of his hand, he intercepted a piece of Uncle Jiu's breath left in the Yizhuang, and waved his hand casually, turning a piece of white paper into a paper crane.

That breath merged into the paper crane, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew towards the distance. Su Mo also turned into a light and shadow and followed behind.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up and review your homework!"

Staring at the direction Su Mo left for a while, Qianhe suddenly turned around, glared at Qiu Shengwencai and said, "Senior brother will spoil you, but I won't. If you don't recite that scripture today, you won't even think about eating." !"

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As I said before, the entire Maoshan, except Uncle Jiu himself, and the other brothers of the same school, actually don't have a good impression of Qiu Shengwencai, these two delicious and lazy things.

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This is a remote mountain village.

In the dilapidated thatched hut, a large group of Taoist priests in Taoist robes sat together, and there were even a few bald monks holding Buddhist beads.

It's just that almost all of these practitioners are injured.

And Ninth Uncle was among them!

"Have you tried everything?" Uncle Jiu looked around.

"I've tried everything." An old monk sighed, "There is no safe passage."

"This is an ancient cemetery at all! And the village happens to be surrounded by the cemetery."

"Originally, everything was safe and sound, but the yin qi caused the people in the village to be weak and sick, and it was difficult to die old. But now something happened, and the group of ancient dead souls have been revived for some reason."

"If this continues, I'm afraid there won't be a single living person in the entire village, and we will all be doomed!"

"Oh." Another old Taoist sighed: "Fate!"

"Pindao originally thought it was a sneak attack, but who would have expected that it would be ancient soldiers turned into ghosts, and it was an organized team!"

"We people who practice heretics, what can we do to deal with it?"

Chapter 792

All the monks in the room fell silent.

This village is located in a remote place, almost on the border of the Central Plains. The village has quite a population, several hundred.

After all, the Central Plains is now in chaos, and many people have moved their families away from the city.

Some of the monks were specially invited by the villagers to subdue demons, and some of them accidentally sensed the monstrous evil spirit and came here to find out.

Uncle Jiu belongs to the latter.

Heretic monks, in fact, many of them are old-fashioned and warm-hearted, and take the common people as their own responsibility. On the contrary, they are alchemy monks. The higher the cultivation level, the more indifferent they are to ordinary people.

"Then what should we do?" A middle-aged Taoist said in a deep voice: "There are still hundreds of lives in the village. We are all practitioners. We can't just watch them die at the hands of undead souls, and even their souls cannot be reincarnated." Bar?"

"Do you have a good idea?"

Another Taoist smiled wryly: "This is an ancient battlefield. Thousands of soldiers and horses are buried here, and those soldiers and horses are absolutely extraordinary. Now let alone villagers, we are all in danger."

"By the way, Lin Daochang, you come from Maoshan, the fairy gate, is there any way?"

Someone said something, and then everyone looked at Uncle Jiu who had been silent all along.

Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly: "No matter if it's the Xianmen, I'm just a heretic cultivator. If so many fellow practitioners can't solve it, what can I do by myself?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone fell silent again, and the atmosphere in the field became depressed again and again.

During the period, many villagers came to inquire about the situation. In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, these monks could only force their smiles and said that they had found a clue.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

The old monk suddenly looked up at the sky outside, and said in a deep voice, "It's getting dark!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "Today we are going to make a big move, and I am afraid that the group of Yin soldiers have been alarmed. Something will happen tonight, everyone must be careful!"

All the monks present here are experienced monks who have subdued many demons and ghosts. Naturally, they know how powerful they are.

Soon, the villagers of the village were gathered together, and no one handed out talismans, taught Taoist scriptures, and was told not to sleep tonight, and to stay up until dawn.

The moon rises and sets, and night falls soon.

In a simple wooden house.

Uncle Jiu held a talisman pen and drew a large number of runes on the walls and windows, while Wen Hai held the ink fountain line and flicked it on the floor, covering it inch by inch, even under the bed.

"Master, what about it?" He was also a little puzzled.

"Those ghosts are indeed powerful, but now that so many seniors are gathered in the village, if everyone works together, they should be able to defend against the invasion of evil spirits, right?"

"You do not understand."

Uncle Jiu shook his head and sighed, his brows were tightly frowned: "What we experienced before was just that the evil spirit deposited in the ground surged up, causing changes in the ordinary buried corpses around, and producing ghosts and ghosts."

"In other words, the real master hasn't come out yet, it's just a group of ordinary ghosts who have been affected."

"Even so, our group couldn't deal with it, and many people were injured before we retreated to the village."

"Now that the Lord of the Underground has been disturbed, there must be a catastrophe tonight. Whether we can survive it or not depends on personal fate!"

Wen Hai fell silent.

After following Uncle Jiu for so long, it was the first time he saw his master showing such a helpless look.

"Then what should we do in the future?" He asked softly, "Even if we survive tonight, what about tomorrow night? The night after tomorrow, and after that?"

Uncle Jiu also showed a look of disappointment, and he said after a long time: "Let's take a step and see, you can't sit still and wait for death."

"It's a pity that the evil spirit in this place is too heavy, it has reached the point where it can block the sky and the sun, and the paper cranes can't pass it on at all!"

The two chatted, and the layout of the house was ready, and the villagers of the village gathered together, while the group of Taoist priests stayed in their own rooms.

There is a reason why monks don't gather.

Because they are the real masters of the underground who are alarmed, once many monks gather together and their mana converges, they will let the group of things come straight to them...

Moreover, those ghosts underground are too powerful, even if all the monks combined are no match, the final result is very likely that the entire army of monks will be wiped out, including this village.

If they are scattered, those things will go to the monks one by one, which is very likely to kill some people, but at least the rest will have a chance to survive until dawn.

And it won't drag down this group of ordinary villagers.

It's cruel, but it's also a helpless move. It's equivalent to drawing lots to die. Whoever is unlucky may die tonight!

As time passed, night fell quickly.

Everyone waited intently, not daring to relax at all.

It was just a surprise.

In the middle of the night, there was no other movement except for the wind blowing outside.

As if the previous sense of crisis was just their illusion, the group of dead souls would not invade the village.

But no one let their guard down.

In the room, Uncle Jiu frowned more and more, and his expression gradually became serious. After all, the unknown is the scariest thing.

in the village.

"Mother..." A little girl about five or six years old suddenly opened her eyes: "I can't sleep."

The young and middle-aged people obeyed the monks' words and did not dare to close their eyes, but the old man and the children still rested as usual.

"What's wrong?" the woman said softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"No, it's very noisy."

The girl shook her head and covered her ears: "I heard a lot of voices."

"sound?"

The woman listened attentively, and she turned around after a long time: "Don't talk nonsense, there is something..."

Halfway through the speech, her face also changed.

Because she also heard the voice of her own daughter.

That was the sound of horseshoes stepping on the ground, and the crisp sound of armor colliding together!

She looked into the distance by the light of the fire, and there was only darkness in her eyes, and she couldn't see anything. Those voices seemed to come out of nowhere, but they were getting closer! .

Chapter 793

More and more people heard the voice, but most of them were women and children, the elderly, children, and some people who were seriously ill and whose yang qi was very weak.

Those young men in their 30s and [-]s didn't notice any abnormality, and all they heard was the whistling wind.

Inside the hut.

Uncle Jiu sat cross-legged on the bed to practice, while Wen Hai read the Taoist scriptures by the light, silently chanting.

He is quite talented, and he is also very diligent and studious, that's why Uncle Jiu brought him by his side and cultivated him as his successor, hoping that Wenhai will inherit his mantle in the future.

As for Qiu Shengwen and Cai, to be honest, he was completely hopeless, and he only hoped that they could live to the end of their lives in peace.

call--

A gust of cold wind blows, and the candles in the room are flickering and going out.

Wen Hai quickly went to protect the flames with his hands, and looked back at his master.

But he found that Uncle Jiu had a serious face, and even formed a protective seal on his hands.

12 He stared at Wen Hai and said in a deep voice, "Here we come!"

Wen Hai was stunned, but quickly realized that he quickly pasted the talismans all over himself, and at the same time opened a page of Daoist scriptures and began to chant softly. As for the rune formation in the house, he had checked it several times before and was sure Nothing is missing.