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Chapter 62

　　Chang Wei frowned slightly.

　　If he remembered correctly, this royal zombie was able to come out of the coffin and slaughter, and the source of all disasters was because of Yixiu's words.

　　It was because of the demolition of the tent that a heavy rain suddenly fell that night, soaking all the ink bucket lines on the golden coffin, and all the chicken blood and cinnabar ink used to bind the golden coffin with copper horns.

　　At this point, there is still room for rescue. After setting up the tent, quickly let the copper-horned golden coffin go in to shelter from the rain, and there may be a chance to stop all this.

　　It's a pity that the sissy, the black steward, defied all opinions, and had to let the little prince enter the tent to hide from the rain, and hang the copper-horned golden coffin outside in the rain.

　　At this point, the royal zombies were born, and the slaughter began!

　　After Qianhe was bitten by a zombie of the royal family, he was afraid that his corpse would turn into hurting others. At the last moment of losing his mind, he had a strong temperament and directly raised his sword to kill himself!

　　If Chang Wei wasn't there, it would be fine. After all, he didn't have the slightest fondness for these Manchu Tartarians, and he would die if he died. He was so happy.

　　But considering what Qianhe said, he could be regarded as Ninth Uncle's junior brother.

　　And the ninth uncle also helped him a lot.

　　Thinking of this, Chang Wei said lightly: "Daoist Qianhe, I think it's better not to dismantle this tent, the weather is unpredictable, if it rains temporarily and the ink bucket line is soaked, then something big will happen. ."

　　Qianhe was stunned, cupped his hands towards Chang Wei and asked, "Who is this fellow Daoist?"

　　Simu introduced from the side: "Qianhe, this is fellow Daoist Chang Wei, don't look at his young age, he is a master of martial arts, and his strength is far higher than my senior brother, me and the old monk Yixiu!"

　　When Qianhe heard the words, he immediately became awe-inspiring and cupped his hands to Chang Wei: "Qianhe, a disciple of Maoshan, has seen fellow Daoist Chang Wei."

　　Chang Wei waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

　　And Simu continued: "Qianhe, Daoist Changwei is right, don't listen to this stinky monk, if it rains, you won't have time to set up your tent!"

　　It was rare for Yixiu to not refute this time, but nodded thoughtfully and said, "Daoist Changwei is right, but the poor monk did not think through it thoroughly."

　　Qianhe nodded and hurriedly said to the four disciples in the south, east, and northwest: "Don't dismantle the tent, continue to put it on!"

　　"Yes." The four disciples from the south, east, and northwest quickly propped up the tent again.

　　Seeing this, the steward Wu behind him could not help but frown and said, "Why are there so many famous halls, they can be propped up and closed at once, can you still leave?"

　　At this time, Jia Le also came out of the house with glutinous rice.

　　"Uncle Qianhe, glutinous rice."

　　Qianhe took the glutinous rice. Seeing that the sun was gradually going down, the steward Wu in the back was also anxious, so he could not help but bow his hands and say goodbye: "Senior Brother Simu, Master Yixiu, Fellow Daoist Changwei, we will have a future."

　　Chang Wei took a deep look at Qianhe and said, "Daoist Qianhe, if this zombie is really born, and things can't be done, you can come to us, there is no need to work hard for a few Manchu Tartars."

　　Qianhe was stunned when he heard the words, and then said solemnly: "Qianhe remembers the words of Daoist Changwei!"

　　"Well, there will be an appointment later." Chang Wei waved his hand and said no more.

　　"Let's go!"

　　Qianhe shouted, and immediately led the convoy and continued to move forward.

　　Jingle bell~~

　　Jingle bell~~

　　"The ancestors return, and they will live in bliss

　　The soul enters the nine heavens, the soul enters the nine abyss

　　Suffering for the living, peace for the dead..."

　　With the sound of bells, the convoy gradually moved away.

　　Simu sighed, shook his head and said, "I hope this glutinous rice will not be used."

　　On the other side, Yixiu opened his mouth to Chang Wei and said, "Fellow Daoist Chang Wei, if it's getting late today, why don't you go to the poor monk's place to rest for a night, how about going tomorrow?"

　　After Chang Wei thought for a while, he nodded in response.

　　He also wanted to see, he changed the plot of this zombie uncle, whether that royal zombie could still be born!

　　"Hey, old monk, I met Daoist Changwei first, why should you rest at your place? Daoist Changwei, come to my place tonight, we will kill chickens and eat! Follow that old bald donkey, either with pickles or rice porridge. Steamed buns, very boring."

　　Simu and Yixiu started to quarrel again.

　　Qingqing said to Chang Wei, "Brother Chang, what kind of food do you like to eat? I'll go to the mountain to pick some."

　　Chang Wei smiled and said, "I'm free, I don't need to be so troublesome."

　　While talking, several people returned to the house.

　　......

　　That night.

　　Chang Wei, Si Mu, and Yi Xiu sat cross-legged, lit an oil lamp, and talked to each other about the Great Way.

　　Boom~~!

　　At this moment, the sky thundered, and a torrential rain suddenly poured down.

　　"It's really raining!"

　　Looking out of the window, his face changed slightly.

　　For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

　　Yixiu also shrank his pupils, and his heart was filled with joy.

　　Fortunately, Chang Wei reminded him, otherwise, in such a heavy rainstorm, the ink bucket thread wrapped around the copper-horned golden coffin will inevitably be drenched. Once the zombie is born, his sin will be great!

　　Chang Wei's face was the same as usual, and he poured a cup of tea and drank it.

　　Aware that Qingqing, who was beside him, was secretly looking at him, Chang Wei smiled and said, "Qingqing, what's the matter?"

　　When Qingqing met Chang Wei's gaze, he immediately lowered his head like a thief, without saying anything...

　　.....

　　at the same time.

　　In a valley in the distance.

　　"Quick, quick, hold up the tent!"

　　"All hands and feet are quicker! If Brother Seventy-one gets cold in the rain, I'll see who can take care of it!"

　　Wu Guanshi held a sleeve towel and shouted.

　　Daoist Qianhe and the four disciples from the south, east, and northwest were soaked in the rain and soaked all over, but they felt fortunate in their hearts.

　　That Daoist friend Chang Wei really had foresight, and he listened well to Dao friend Chang Wei's words, otherwise, as soon as the heavy rain fell, the ink bucket line would be washed away, and something big would definitely happen tonight!

　　While thinking about it, Daoist Qianhe noticed that the rain had passed through the tent and gradually fell on the coffin. He couldn't help but quickly walked towards Wu Guanshi and said:

　　"Steward Wu, I think the tent is set up, let's let the coffin in first?"

　　"No!" Manager Wu shook his head.

　　Daoist Qianhe's expression changed slightly, and he was about to speak when Wu Guanshi snorted: "I can't do it now, wait for the next step! You have to let Brother Seventy-one go in first."

　　After finishing speaking, Steward Wu twisted his butt and turned around, walked in front of the little prince, and said with a servile smile: "Elder Brother Seventy-one, let's go in."

　　Seventy-one elder brother hesitated: "Then my uncle..."

　　Manager Wu said, "Don't worry, little brother, after you go in, the prince and others will come in."

　　"Come on, send the little brother into the camp!"

　　Immediately, several guards rushed the little prince into the tent.

　　Qianhe let out a sigh of relief. This time, chasing the corpse for the royal family is really under the control of others, which is very troublesome.

　　Seeing the little prince enter, Qianhe waited for a long time, holding back his fire.

　　After about half a column of incense, Wu Guanshi came out in a hurry and said, "Bring in the uncle's coffin."

　　Daoist Qianhe took a deep breath and hurriedly asked the four disciples from the south, east, and northwest to transport the coffin in.

　　Just as the coffin was about to enter the tent, the heavy rain suddenly stopped.

　　The four disciples in the south, east, and northwest looked up at the sky and wondered, "Why did the rain stop?"

　　Not waiting for him to be happy.

　　A strong wind blew up and directly blew away the tent on the coffin!

　　Followed by.

　　Boom! ! !