Zombie: Nine Turns Mysterious Art

　　It's not that Ye Chen really won't be angry, but after watching the original plot, he knows that this group of people will die in the end.

　　He didn't have to bother with a bunch of dead people.

　　While waiting for Jiale to bring the glutinous rice over, Ye Chen reminded Daoist Qianhe: "Uncle, if there is a disturbance on the road, remember to focus on dragging, the nephew has a secret technique, if there is an accident, the teacher will The nephew will bring the four-eyed uncle and come to support as soon as possible!"

　　In the original plot, Qianhe just wanted to subdue the zombies too much, and every move wanted to quell the zombies, so he lost so fast and miserably.

　　Otherwise, even if you lose to the zombies, you can still deal with the zombies.

　　Preventing the removal of the roof and admonishing Qianhe were two things Ye Chen could do. He didn't ask him to stop the royal zombies from leaving the coffin, but only hoped that he could hold on to the royal zombies for a while.

　　Qianhe was stunned for a moment, and nodded silently.

　　"Uncle Shi, glutinous rice is here."

　　Carrying a small bag of glutinous rice, Jiale walked out of the room and handed it to Qianhe.

　　"If you have glutinous rice, let's set off soon!"

　　Wu Guanshi twisted his waist, squeezed the square scarf in his hand, came over, and scolded: "If you don't go, it will be dark, you Taoist priest is too lazy to do a lot of things. When I see the emperor, I will definitely read your book."

　　……

　　Watching the group leave, there is a deep worry on the four eyes, "Junior brother, you must arrive safely..."

　　"Master, their coffins are so elegant and shiny."

　　Jia Le smirked and said, "I will definitely work hard in the future, and strive to arrange such a grand coffin for Master in the future!"

　　"Pfft!"

　　As soon as he couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing. Knowing that Jiale was flattering the horse, he didn't want to see the pictures of Simu educating the children, so he immediately said, "Qingqing, let's go back.".

Chapter 32

　　The bronze-horned golden coffin is specially used to keep zombies away...

　　Ye Chen looked stunned, this Jia Le is really a stunned young man, this is cursing him to become a zombie after his death in front of his uncle!

　　He shook his head and turned back to the house, not wanting to see it cleaned up.

　　Jia Le blinked, watching everyone walk away, he also noticed something was wrong, "Master, I haven't picked up the water yet, I'm going to pick it up!"

　　After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to slip away, but how could Simu easily let him go.

　　"I'll pick it up later, come here first and let Master love you!"

　　"Master, stop pinching!"

　　"Ouch! It hurts!"

　　......

　　Time passed, and it was dark.

　　Qianhe and the others had just walked into the black wood forest when a gust of wind suddenly came.

　　The wind whistled in his ears, and it seemed like thousands of babies were crying.

　　This gust of wind was extremely strange, as if it was blowing in everyone's heart.

　　It made people shrink their pupils subconsciously, only to feel creepy.

　　boom -

　　The clouds above were thick and dark, and suddenly there were several bright and rapid electric lights.

　　The electric light was mixed in the darkness, mixed with the gust of wind, and flashed from the clouds.

　　The snow-white light instantly dispelled the darkness, and at the same time made everyone's faces look as pale as paper.

　　In an instant, the wind was blowing, the clouds were thick, and it was a scene before the torrential rain.

　　"Camp camp! Hurry up camp!"

　　Guanshi Wu waved the handkerchief in his hand and shouted in a twisted voice, "If you get wet, Brother Seventy-one, all of you slaves will be punished!"

　　Qianhe's face suddenly sank.

　　This gust of wind is extremely strange, and the thunder light in the sky is too abrupt.

　　A bad premonition rose in his heart.

　　Before he could speak, the rain came.

　　There was no sign of the torrential rain, mixed with strong winds, the pearl-sized raindrops hit the forest, and the sludge splashed on the chest and the face, causing people to feel slightly numb with pain.

　　With the wind and rain, Qianhe's expression changed, and he turned to look at the coffin.

　　Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, with the tent on top, the ink net was not diluted too fast. After the tent was set up, it was enough to soak it.

　　At this time, Bing Yong had already set up the tent, and Qianhe quickly walked towards Wu Guanshi, "Wu Guanshi, the wind and rain are too heavy, can you let the coffin go in first, or the ink net will fail..."

　　Before he could finish speaking, Director Wu threw the scarf in his hand and interrupted: "No! Brother Seventy-one must go first!"

　　Qianhe wanted to say more, but Manager Wu rolled his eyes and turned away.

　　Although the one in the coffin is also the master, he is a dead master. As an eunuch, he knows who he should please.

　　As for the rest, he doesn't care.

　　Looking at Wu Guanshi's back, Qianhe's face was filled with anger.

　　When the anger is about to erupt, the mutation regenerates!

　　hiss!

　　There was a tearing sound, but it was the ceiling above the coffin, unable to withstand the wind and rain, and was blown away by the whole.

　　Immediately, the coffin that lost its roof was directly exposed to the violent storm. Drops of black rainwater mixed with ink continued to drip from the coffin, infecting the mud underfoot into black.

　　Qianhe's face changed dramatically. After seeing the younger brother being ushered into the tent, he immediately commanded the soldiers to say: "Quick! Someone will push the coffin in!"

　　Many soldiers stepped forward one after another and pushed the coffin.

　　Because of the rainstorm, the spiritual ink on the ink bucket network was diluted, and some of them couldn't hold back the royal zombies.

　　Bang! ! !

　　Suddenly, a thunderbolt as thick as a human was struck in the sky, and it slashed directly on top of the coffin, as if there was a spirit in the sky, and it appeared to kill evil spirits.

　　For a time, sparks flew everywhere, and the soldiers who pushed the coffin were affected, and they were electrocuted into charred corpses on the spot.

　　Seeing this, Qianhe's face froze.

　　This is the rise of corpse qi, which reacted with the yang qi in the clouds, which led to thunder.

　　This thunder can be said to be a catastrophe. If the zombies can't resist, it will naturally be gone.

　　But if he resists...then it won't be a little bit stronger!

　　Looking at the coffin for a moment, the coffin did not make a sound, Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, the zombies should not resist...

　　squeak!squeak!squeak!

　　Just as he was thinking, a harsh sound suddenly came out, and the ink bucket net on the coffin lit up with a red light, and a pair of dry hands could be seen pushing the coffin open a crack.

　　Qianhe's expression changed suddenly.

　　This zombie actually resisted the thunder!The ink bucket net, whose efficacy was scattered, could not trap him!

　　Qianhe immediately jumped onto the coffin and sat down with his legs crossed.

　　"Bring the rope!"

　　After a moment, the hemp rope as thick as an arm was brought over. With the assistance of his apprentice, Qianhe quickly tied the coffin firmly.

　　Rain stopped.

　　Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it would be incredible if the person inside ran out.

　　boom!

　　The ink bucket net and the thick hemp rope were instantly torn apart, the coffin board was lifted, and it landed on the ground with a loud noise.

　　All of this happened in the flash of lightning, and Qianhe was overturned without the slightest precaution.

　　The coffin board just pressed on top of his Taoist robe.

　　Like a spring, the royal zombie suddenly stood up from the coffin.

　　The flesh and blood on his face had dried up, his purple-black face was full of ravines, and two long fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, extremely sharp and gleaming cold.

　　His appearance made the temperature seem to drop a bit, and everyone only felt chills.

　　As soon as the zombie appeared, he stared at Qianhe on the ground, his beast-like eyes full of violence.

　　He could feel that there was spiritual energy in this person, and he sucked his blood.

　　Noticing the zombie's gaze, Qianhe was shocked. He raised his hand to lift the lid of the coffin, but it was too late.

　　Master Dongjian, who was beside him, was in danger, so he didn't care about fear, he raised his peach wood sword and rushed up.

　　Seeing this scene, Qianhe couldn't bear it in his eyes. He didn't stay where he was and started to move the coffin lid.

　　He knew that his disciple was buying time for him, and he could not let his disciple sacrifice in vain.

　　At this time, Dong also fought against the zombies.

　　Ding!

　　With just one blow, the peach wood sword in Feng's hand flew into the air, and the sharp black nails penetrated deep into his chest.

　　"what!"

　　He only had time to let out a scream, and the zombie buried its head deeply between his neck.

　　Afterwards, the zombie pulled him into the coffin, the thick corpse aura of the zombie swayed, and the coffin turned over instantly.

　　The man and his body were crushed under the coffin.

　　……

　　In the four-eyed dojo, Ye Chen was sitting on the bed, with a thick white light around his body, and the white light was cold and noble.