Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Su Mo flicked his fingers, and two more ghost-suppressing charms were pasted under the table.

Snapped!

This time, the sound of firecrackers exploding rang out clearly, and the little devil screamed and was directly thrown out.

"What exploded?" one muttered.

The people beside him also nodded in agreement: "Yes, I heard it too, just like firecrackers."

It's just that the people around are looking everywhere, but they can't find the source of the sound, so they can only give up.

On the gaming table, the croupier opened the lid again and shouted, "One three three, little one!"

Qiu Sheng laughed, and took all the chips of two hundred oceans in front of him.

The man with the mustache frowned tightly, and took out a bell about half the size of a palm from his pocket.

He is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't know Taoist techniques. He bought the little ghost from others.

Therefore, the man with the mustache couldn't see the existence of the little ghost at all, and naturally he had no way of knowing Su Mo's methods.

Seeing that he had lost two games in a row, he couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He took out the bell that controlled the kid and began to shake it gently.

With the sound of the bell, the little ghost hiding in the corner suddenly hugged his head and howled in pain.

Gambling on the table is still going on.

It's just that although the kid was in great pain, he never dared to approach the gambling table.

Because in its eyes, the entire gaming table exudes a faint golden light, and there are bright red spell patterns branded on the gaming table.

"Three two three, little one!"

Two hundred changed to four hundred, and the corners of Qiu Sheng's mouth almost reached his ears.

But the face of the man with the mustache became more and more gloomy, and the bell in his hand shook rapidly, but he still couldn't feel the little ghost coming to help him.

At this moment, Su Mo stood up and patted Qiu Sheng on the shoulder: "You go on, I'll go out."

"Uh, uncle, where are you going?" Qiu Sheng was a little panicked.

He could feel that the reason why he started winning money was entirely because of Su Mo.

"Don't worry about betting, just keep pressing all-in." Su Mo glanced at him, pushed aside the crowd, and walked outside.

It's just that when he passed a corner, he suddenly whispered: "If you want to reincarnate, come with me."

In the corner, the cowering kid's eyes lit up, and he limped along behind Su Mo, enduring the pain caused by the ringing of the bell.

It was almost early morning, and there were almost no people outside the gambling house, but the lights of the Baiyu Tower not far away were still on.

Su Mo walked into a dark and silent alley, and turned to look at the kid who was following behind him.

It was a child who looked about three or four years old, wearing a small shroud, and there was a small imprint of a bell in the middle of his forehead.

It was left by the person who refined it at the beginning. With this imprint, anyone can use the bell to control it.

Seeing Su Mo's gaze, the kid shrank back in fear.

"Don't be afraid." Su Mo said softly, "Come, come here."

Seemingly feeling that there was no malice on the other party, the kid hesitated for a while, and finally walked in front of him slowly...

Su Mo took out the talisman pen from his sleeve, bit his fingertips, stained the blood with the talisman pen, and then swept across the kid's forehead.

The imprint of the bell was instantly cleared away, and the headache and the sound of the bell that had been bothering the kid also disappeared completely.

The little ghost cried out in joy, while Su Mo took out a piece of white paper from his bosom, and within dozens of breaths, a small paper horse was made.

"Let's go."

He put the paper horse in front of the kid, and walked out of the alley with his hands behind his back.

The little ghost stood there, watching Su Mo's disappearing back, finally knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, then rode on the paper horse and disappeared into the darkness.

in the casino.

Qiu Sheng was still killing all directions, and the chips around him were as high as a hill.

On the other hand, the mustache man's eyes were red, and his face was full of frustration. The little bell was about to be shaken by him, but the kid never helped him again.

Seeing the two betting against each other, Su Mo quietly patted Wen Cai on the shoulder, and walked out of the gambling house again.

Wencai followed him to the door with satisfaction.

"The matter is settled, now go to your master and Captain Awei, let them come here to deal with it."

"what?"

Hearing Su Mo's words, Wen Cai's face instantly showed bitterness: "Uncle Su, isn't this matter settled? Can you please don't tell my master, otherwise he will definitely beat us both to death!"

"Do you think it's possible?"

Su Mo sneered: "Since my senior brother is here, I don't want to do it for me, but the matter must be reported. When the time comes, whether you are skinned or cramped, you will be taught a lesson!"

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up!"

Hearing Su Mo's scolding, Wen Cai sighed, but still ran towards Uncle Jiu's yard.

Although Master Su is usually kind and easy to talk to, but once he really gets serious, his power is much stronger than his own master.

And in the casino.

As the bearded man lost more and more money, not only did he lose all of the 2000 yuan, but he even owed Qiusheng thousands of dollars.

"Come on, keep pressing!"

Qiu Sheng was very proud of himself at the moment, his face was flushed with excitement, and he rolled his sleeves to his arms: "If you can win all your pants today, Grandpa will take your surname!".

Chapter 98

Qiu Sheng, whose eyes were full of money, naturally didn't notice that the spectators who had been watching around him began to slowly disperse and left the casino.

Instead, it was the thugs in the casino.

The man with the mustache sitting across from him didn't have the initial panic, but slowly pressed the size, but looked at Qiu Sheng as if he was looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Finally, after everyone left, the man with the mustache winked.

A thug nodded knowingly, and quietly walked behind Qiu Sheng with a stick.

It's just that Qiusheng has a foundation in kung fu, and when he heard the sound of breaking wind coming from behind his head, he subconsciously tilted his head, just in time to avoid the blowing stick.

At the same time, he kicked his right foot back with all his might, sending the thug flying away.

Now that he had been discovered, the man with the moustache simply stopped hiding, and directly lifted the table and shouted, "Fuck me, break his hands and feet!"

Seven or eight thugs charged up with sticks, and the whole casino was thrown into chaos.

Yet at this moment.

The door was suddenly kicked open.

Dozens of people wearing security team uniforms rushed in, and 12 still had guns in their hands.

Captain Awei pinched his waist with both hands, walked to the door and shouted: "Stop it, do you hear me! Anyone who dares to move, be careful of being shot."

As they spoke, the security guards raised their guns.

Immediately, all the thugs in the casino threw away their sticks, and stood obediently in the corner.

Qiu Sheng also came back to his senses at this moment, especially when he saw the figure standing behind Ah Wei, his expression changed drastically.

Standing behind Awei is Uncle Jiu!

"Okay, now that you're good at it, you'll be able to gamble!"

Uncle Jiu nodded, with a sneer on his face: "Why, how much money did you win?"

"You betrayed me!" Qiu Sheng did not dare to answer, but gestured towards Wen Cai next to him.

Wen Cai shrugged, his face full of helplessness.

How dare he disobey Master Su's order.

"You two, you are not allowed to eat or sleep tonight. You all go to the ancestral hall to kneel and recite the Taoist scriptures. When will you recite the scriptures and when will you rest and eat!"

.........

In the house.

There was a rocking chair under the big tree, and Su Mo lay quietly on it, swinging back and forth, looking carefree and comfortable.

He closed his eyes, and a virtual panel unfolded in his mind.

"Host: Su Mo."

"Current state: the soul emerges from Qingming."

"Merit value: 95000 points."

"Possessing skills: paper piercing spirit technique, Zhouyi Shentongqi, Zhengdao technique, Maoshan talisman complete chapter, Maoshan body training technique,"

"Possess the skill: Apparatus and Shadow."

"Current status: true disciple of the Maoshan School, junior brother Lin Fengjiao, Sikong of the Underworld Soul Crossing Hall."

"Upgrading requires merit points: 100000 points."

Killing the plantain female ghost gave 1 merit points, while Su Mo gained more than [-] merit points after killing all the fierce ghosts raised by Master Nanyang, and [-] merit points for killing two zombies Value, plus the super female ghost and the little ghost.

A total of [-] merit points have been obtained before and after Zero Zero, and only the last [-] points are left before the system upgrade!

There are a total of two ways to upgrade merit points.

One is to upgrade the system. After the upgrade, the functions of the system will be improved.

The second is to upgrade the paper man spirit technique, which can greatly increase the paper man's ability.

It's just that Su Mo looked at the system that could be upgraded with only the last [-] points left, and resisted not using the merit points for the paper man spirit.

Now that he has just killed two zombies, he is in a safe period, so it is not too urgent to improve his combat effectiveness.

And he is also very curious, what functions can be unlocked if the system is upgraded to another level.

"Good merit..."

..........

As a well-known wealthy household in Quanchang Village, Jia's house was naturally built very spacious, and countless servants were busy working inside.

The wife of the Jia family is named Du Juan, and she has been married to Jia Fugui for more than ten years. They have always been very affectionate, but unfortunately they have never had children.

Mrs. Du Juan loves antique calligraphy and paintings, and every time she returns from the provincial capital, she will buy some antiques and put them in the bedroom.

At this moment, she was standing in front of a wooden shelf, carefully wiping a beautifully carved vase with a handkerchief.

It is said that this vase is from the Ming Dynasty, and she spent more than 70 oceans to buy it from a small vendor.

While watching, Jia Fugui walked in from the door with a smile on his face.

"Yo, master." Du Juan turned around and smiled, "What's the matter, so happy?"

"Congratulations, great congratulations!"

Jia Fugui laughed loudly: "Do you know that Mr. Su?"

"Mr. Su Mo?" Du Juan said, "Is there anyone in Quanchang Village who doesn't know about it? He and Daoist Yimei are experts in Maoshan, and they killed the two zombies in our village." .”

"That's right, it's an expert from Maoshan."

Jia Fugui walked to the edge and took out a talisman from his pocket: "Look what this is?"

"Amulet?" Du Juan walked over and looked at the things in Jia Fugui's hands: "But our house is not haunted by ghosts or evil spirits, so why do you want this thing?"

She had also seen it before, some Taoist priests used talismans to deal with those ghosts and evil spirits.

"This is not for dealing with ghosts." Jia Fugui carefully pasted the talisman on the bottom of the bed: "This is the birth-invitation talisman given by Mr. Su. As long as you stick it on the bottom of the bed, it will guarantee that you will be pregnant with a big fat baby." Boy!"

"Really?" Du Juan's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

Not having children has always been a heavy burden on her heart.