Zombie World: at the Beginning, Uncle Jiu Asked Me to Come Out

　　Jia Le's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Lin Fan would teach him spells so quickly, and immediately ran to catch fish in high spirits.

　　Lin Fan looked up at the sky.

　　Clear sky.

　　There was no sign of rain, so I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　I hope my brother is all right!

　　With the talisman he gave to Daoist Qianhe, even if he couldn't destroy the zombies, he could still drive away the zombies and save his life!

　　thought here.

　　Lin Fan felt a lot more at ease.

　　……

　　After dinner, Jia Le begged Lin Fan to teach him spells.

　　Lin Fan passed the Fire Talisman to Jia Le, which made Jia Le's face darken.

　　"Master, are you sure that you taught me this spell, not to let me bake fish?"

　　Knorr sees through his own thoughts.

　　Lin Fan couldn't help coughing: "Your uncle, I am of noble character, would do such a thing? What? Are you underestimating this fire talisman?"

　　talking.

　　Lin Fan was a little empty, and a ball of fireball the size of a basketball roared out, making Jia Le startled.

　　"Master, is this the Fire Talisman?" Jia Le was shocked,

　　"Is it great?"

　　"Great!"

　　"Want to learn?"

　　Want to learn!

　　Just as Lin Fan was making fun of Jia Le, a huge thunderbolt suddenly streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

　　Boom!

　　What followed was a deafening roar of thunder.

　　Whoa!

　　Less than a stick of incense, pouring rain, pouring down.

　　"Oh no!!"

　　Lin Fan stood in front of the window, looking at the raindrops like beads, his heart sank, and the thing he was most worried about had happened!

　　"Senior brother, it's fortunate that you had foresight and didn't let Qianhe demolish the tent, otherwise it would be troublesome now!" The four-eyed Taoist priest also looked at the sky with a solemn expression.

　　Lin Fan shook his head, his face heavy: "It's raining too hard, even if Qianhe doesn't dismantle the tent, it won't last long. Once the ink bucket on the golden coffin melts, Qianhe will be in danger. , go out and lie down with me! I'm worried that something will happen!!"

　　"Okay! Senior Brother~"

　　Said, the four-eyed Taoist priest went to prepare things, and then let Jia Le look after the house.Lin Fan took out the compass and sighed, "Hopefully I can make it in time!!"

　　The two also rushed in front of Daoist Qianhe in the rain.

　　……

　　At this time, Daochang Qianhe and his group came to a forest when they heard a thunderous sound, followed by pouring rain.

　　"Quick, quick, set up the tent!!!"

　　click,

　　Rumble!

　　The wind was so strong that the person who was blowing couldn't open his eyes, and the pouring rain fell.

　　"Quick, set up the tent quickly, it will be too late!!"

　　Qianhe Daochang shouted.

　　"Fortunately, senior brother has foresight, otherwise I'm afraid something will happen now!! Fortunately, there is a tent, which can support it for a while!!"

　　Daoist Qianhe looked at the rain splashing on the tent and felt fortunate. Fortunately, Lin Fan stopped him, otherwise the tent would be demolished, and God knows what would happen. "

　　But the rain was no different from pouring it down, it was too big.

　　Even if there is a tent on the coffin, there is no need to block the erosion of the rain, and the ink bucket lines on the coffin are washed away.

　　Daoist Qianhe wiped his hand on the coffin, it was pitch black, and his heart sank.

　　At this time, when he saw that the tent had been set up, he said to Wu Steward: "." Wu Steward, let the coffin go in first. The ink bucket has melted a little, it has been a long time, I am afraid..."

　　"No!! You have to let the little brother go first, the little brother, with a thin body, can't stand this cold!!"

　　Wu Guan looked at Daoist Qianhe unhappily, and shook it with a silk scarf in his hand.

　　Isn't your brother very arrogant?

　　Can he handle me now?

　　Wu Guanshi snorted lightly, and he didn't care about the ink bucket line, he served the little brother well, and he had to rely on him in the future.

　　Why! !

　　Qianhe Daochang sighed, a little helpless.

　　It's not easy to make some money, and you have to look at people's faces.

　　That's it!

　　He shook his head.

　　Watching helplessly, Wu Guan sent the younger brother into the tent in advance.

　　The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Daoist Qianhe, his disciples, and the soldiers' clothes (Nuo Nuo Zhao) were all wet.

　　As for the ink bucket line above the coffin, the ink quickly dripped down, along the wheel of the car, and stayed on the ground.

　　Daoist Qianhe's face changed suddenly: "Quick, push the coffin into the tent!!" He quickly ordered his disciples and soldiers to help together.

　　It was pouring rain, and the ground was full of dirt.

　　Plus the coffin is too heavy and the resistance is too great.

　　More than a dozen people pushed, but they only moved slowly, and even a few people fell to the ground and their heads were bleeding.

　　"Push hard!! Bottom!"

　　Everyone else was trying to push the carriage, and Daoist Qianhe stared at the coffin, afraid that something might happen.

　　creak!

　　creak! !

　　The coffin moved forward slowly, getting closer and closer to the tent, and at this time, the rain was getting smaller and smaller, and Daoist Qianhe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it was all right! !

　　But right now...

　　"boom!!"

　　A sudden thunder sounded, fell directly from the sky, and slashed straight on the coffin. .

Chapter 79

　　"boom!!"

　　A thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky and smashed on the copper-horned golden coffin.

　　The few soldiers pushing the coffins were instantly transported by lightning due to the rain, turning into scorched black corpses with a scorched smell, and fell to the ground.

　　Daoist Qianhe and several of his disciples were fine because of their agility.

　　Bang bang bang!

　　The copper-horned golden coffin jumped violently, as if something was about to rush out of the coffin. Two or three seconds later, the ink bucket net on the coffin emitted a hot red light, and a black palm covered with sharp fingernails pierced from the inside. probed out.

　　"not good!!"

　　Daoist Qianhe's expression changed, the zombie inside was struck by lightning, and the corpse was raised! !

　　"What, what, it's so noisy!!"

　　The steward Wu in the tent heard the commotion outside, and opened the curtain in dissatisfaction, but just saw the palm sticking out from the coffin lid! !

　　"My mother, you scared me to death."

　　Manager Wu ran back into the tent in fright. Several guards had already drawn their swords and looked outside nervously.

　　Zombies!

　　This is a zombie!

　　A few ordinary people of them are naturally afraid.

　　"The corpse is up!!"

　　Daochang Qianhe's face darkened, he stepped down and flew towards the coffin, making a heavy weight and pressing back the lid of the coffin that was about to be lifted.

　　"Southeast, northwest, quickly bring the rope!!"

　　Daochang Qianhe looked very bad. This coffin lid was specially made for zombies and weighed thousands of pounds, just to trap the zombies inside.

　　But now the zombies are easily pushed away, and even Modou.com can't hold it down. One can imagine how terrifying the zombies have become! !

　　"Master, catch it!!!"

　　A rope as thick as an arm was thrown from the east, west, and northwest, and Daoist Qianhe took it and tied it to the coffin, but he still couldn't stop the terrifying power from inside.

　　Bang!

　　The coffin lid was lifted off, and Daoist Qianhe flew out together with the coffin lid, hitting the ground heavily, smashing a big hole into the ground.

　　A zombie dressed in royal clothes stood up straight from the coffin. A disciple of Daoist Qianhe, who couldn't dodge in time, was directly killed by the zombie!