Uncle Jiu, from the zombie general to the lord of all demons

In the following days, Chu Chen sent a special monster to find out Ichiro Yamamoto's whereabouts.

It is not only to eliminate the evil, but also to prevent the other party from fighting back.

It is also a reward for the monsters, which has greatly improved the strength of all the monsters, and the development of the bloodline has also reached a new level.

Today's Divine Mansion is developing steadily and constantly developing.

Just when everything was developing in a good direction, Chu Chen encountered a new problem.

The little zombie brought back from Hong Kong Island is in a bad situation.

The little zombie is different from other zombies, and has an outstanding talent for telekinesis.

Although there was only a second-order now, many third-order monsters did not dare to fight against it.

Because Chu Chen prepared many flying knives with special textures for it, and put them in the small bags of his clothes.

Driven by the increasingly powerful telekinesis of the little zombies, these special throwing knives are more lethal to demons and monsters than guns and ammunition.

The little zombie covered his head and rolled on the ground, like a patient with a splitting headache, constantly wailing, which was moving.

Chu Chen looked at the little zombie's painful look and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

He used all the healing pills in his hand, but they were of no use to him, and he suddenly became in trouble.

"God, what kind of disease does Xiaoyang have?"

The female ghost Mengmeng gently held the little zombie and gently probed the other party's forehead.

She is now the chief housekeeper in the Divine Mansion, managing many internal affairs, and she is very close to the little zombie on weekdays, and her relationship is also the best.

Seeing it so painful now, my heart is also very uncomfortable.

"I don't know..."

Chu Chen said truthfully.

He has exhausted all his means, and now he is helpless.

Seeing that Chu Chen had nothing to do, Mengmeng suddenly despaired.

Even the gods with great powers can't solve it, so who can solve it.

Seeing Mengmeng so sad, Chu Chen also hurriedly comforted him.

"I'm not good at this, but I know that maybe someone understands, that is..."

The person Chu Chen said was Uncle Nine, and he didn't know if the other party would let go of his prejudice against zombies

and help out.

"God, is the person you are talking about the Ninth Uncle?"

Chu Chen nodded.

There are almost no demons and monsters in the neighborhood that Uncle Nine doesn't know, and Mengmeng is naturally no exception.

"But that Ninth Uncle has always been merciless to us monsters, he shouldn't come to the rescue..."

Mengmeng looked depressed, but Chu Chen shook his head.

"That's not necessarily, Uncle Nine is different from other Taoist cultivators, although he is deeply influenced by Taoist dogma, he is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person."

Chu Chen said this, he carried the little zombie on his back and ran directly to Renjia Town.

Along the way, he walked like flying, but while walking, no one looked at him.

Even when he arrived in the downtown area, everyone just sighed why he set off a gust of wind in vain, and their eyes were not on him.

This reveals the benefits of the Divine Concealment Technique, and walking in the mortal world is no different from stealth.

Chu Chen didn't go through the gate, and directly turned over and entered the backyard where Uncle Nine lived.

Uncle Nine was quietly looking at the ancient books, and suddenly felt that something had broken in, and even when he opened the door, he saw Chu Chen and the little zombie behind him.

"Xiao Chu, what's wrong with you? Carrying this on the back is... Corpse?

Uncle Nine took a closer look, and he showed doubts.

I don't know why Chu Chen brought a little zombie to him.

Chu Chen went straight to the point and explained the reason, but Uncle Nine showed a complicated expression.

"You kid, it's just a matter of Xi the strange art by yourself, and you even want to pull me into the water!"

Uncle Nine smiled helplessly.

Chu Chen spoke slowly.

"Uncle Jiu, whether it is Zhengshu or Qimen, the key lies in the person who uses it, not the person itself. A knife, some people use it to kill people, but some people use it to save people, the definition of good and bad shouldn't be so rigid..."

Hearing Chu Chen's series of words, Uncle Nine reluctantly knocked him in the head.

"Say this to me again! If you know, I won't understand! Alas, it's just..."

It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves!"

A lot of things can be done without thinking about it.

Uncle Nine also has his scruples.

"Forget it, let's take a look for you!"

Uncle Nine thought of what Chu Chen had said about Chu Chen saving him when he passed by him a few days ago.

Others saved a few lives of their junior brother and his party, this little favor, and Uncle Nine had to help.

Chu Chen smiled and hurriedly put the little zombie on the chair, and Uncle Nine also stepped forward to check.

He first probed the little zombie's forehead, then touched the other party's veins, and then looked surprised and checked it again.

Chu Chen clearly saw that Uncle Nine's expression was a little excited.

But the other party didn't say anything, but went to the bookshelf on the side to rummage for a long time, holding an ancient book and reading it carefully.

"I didn't expect that! It's really... It's really a congenital Taoist!

Uncle Nine muttered to himself, and a trace of excitement appeared in his eyes.

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