Chapter 484 Drought

It’s okay to wear a big red shorts, but it’s actually a couple’s underwear, and it’s okay to wear a couple’s underwear. The problem is still the lace style, and the lace style is also OK, but the women’s style is actually thongs.

Many people were stunned when the audience in the live broadcast room saw two pairs of underwear.

"Good guy, are all those who come to the haunted house to explore now?

"I seriously suspect that those two underwear are very powerful props."

"Is a zombie a staff member or a robot? Why don't I feel like a human?"

"The script, this must be a script, with two underwear on the head, and this sacrifice is too great."

"I can understand everything else, I just want to ask the boss why a couple's underwear appears here."

"Can someone fight in a field in a haunted house?"

"I often shoot in zombie films. Underwear can ward off evil spirits, especially big red underwear. Maybe someone is scared and has no choice but to drag the underwear to protect himself."

After Jiang Yun and Lin Zhenyang saw the underwear, their minds were also a little confused.

Both of them are professionals and have a lot of experience.

It can be seen at a glance that the zombie is a real zombie, and the underwear is also a real original underwear. Why do these two things that cannot be matched appear in the Yin Ming Land?

Lin Zhenyang said in a gossip: "Brother Jiang, you have strong logical analysis skills. Can you tell me what happened here?"

Jiang Yun looked at this guy, then waved his Taoist robe and sleeves, and a strong wind blew away the fallen leaves on the ground.

A two-centimeter square plastic bag, four or five balls of toilet paper and two cigarette butts were exposed from the fallen leaves all over the ground.

"You kid, how far you go, I'm still broadcasting. Do you want my live broadcast room to be blocked?" Jiang Yun said without curiosity.

He really didn't expect that a couple would be in such a place, liberating their nature and applauding.

According to the analysis of the amount of toilet paper, it lasted for at least twenty minutes. Judging from the two cigarette butts, there should be a cigarette afterwards.

When Lin Zhenyang was about to laugh, he suddenly found a piece of paper sticking on the wall next to him.

It is handwritten, this is the price of voyeurism!

The two looked at the zombie with some sympathy on their heads, silently mourning for the zombie for three seconds, and couldn't help but feel glad for the couple.

Fortunately, the zombies are chained and have enough safe distance, otherwise the two guys should have become little ghosts and are trapped here.

The audience in the live broadcast room, looking at the zombies who had been dancing for more than half an hour in the same posture, always felt something was wrong.

"This zombie is not true, is it?"

"I jumped in the same position for half an hour. This guy is a cruel man."

"This script of the haunted house adventure feels interesting!"

"That's not, the boss is definitely a talent. Do normal people have this brains?"

"I just want to know what the big red shorts on the zombie's head do? Isn't it a very powerful weapon?"

"I'm just a little bitch. The tourists are not cow warriors, so they have to wear red shorts on their heads."

"I want to go to this haunted house for a while. I feel that the atmosphere here is good and much better than the haunted house I went to before."

Jiang Yun used the ladder and leaped directly to the wall of the alley.

After making a gesture of invitation, he said, "Lao Lin, you Maoshan Sect is not very good at dealing with zombies."

"Now I'm leaving this zombie to you. I'll give you a raid, you can do it!"

Lin Zhengyang pulled out the peach wood sword from the unknown corner of his body, took out two yellow talismans, and a bottle of bright red liquid.

He made an OK gesture with confidence, then carried the peach wood sword, had a yellow talisman on his waist, and the bottle of bright red liquid in his pocket, and started to do it.

This zombie is really miserable. It is already declining to be locked here by someone. It has lost its freedom. As a result, it has been covered with red shorts on its head, and even the only remaining face is lost.

"The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil. Brothers should leave as long as they should. If you have any questions, I will just ask for a dream. I will take care of your wife and children." Lin Zhenyang stood in front of the zombies and kept muttering.

Although he kept nagging, his work in his hands did not stop. The bottle of bright red liquid in his arms was opened and directly poured onto the zombie's face.

The bottle contains authentic black dog blood, which has miraculous effects on dealing with zombies and can seal the vitality in their bodies.

Then a yellow talisman was placed on his forehead, and the zombie who was still jumping was directly fixed on the spot.

When Lin Zhenyang planned to insert the peach wood sword into the zombie's chest, a red light suddenly appeared in the zombie's eyes, and he asked: "People from Maoshan Sect?"

"Damn, you can still talk, is this a stalemate?" Lin Zhenyang was stunned for a moment, and then introduced himself: "You have a good vision. I am the next head of the Maoshan Sect."

"This big brother, although I don't know why you were locked here, it's enough to wait for the zombies to be yours."

"If you have any wishes, I, the Taoist priest of Maoshan School, is the most honest and can help you solve the problem. I will definitely help you!"

"Now, it's important to be reincarnated. Don't move or panic. Use this peach wood sword to pierce the chest and remove the yin energy in your chest, and you will be reincarnated."

After Lin Zhenyang finished speaking to the zombie, he picked up the peach wood sword in his hand and began to gesture.

He has executed many zombies, but every time the master will follow him in case an accident happens, it is the first time that this is the solution alone.

"You dare to report yourself. The boy from Maoshan Sect, I am waiting for you!"

"I also splashed black dog blood and put yellow talismans on my forehead. Do you think I'm taking this set?" the zombie said with a sneer.

He raised his hand, took the yellow talisman attached to his forehead, then reached out to wipe the black blood on his face, and used both hands to force the iron chains as thick as fingers, which were broken on the spot.

Before Lin Zhenyang could react, the zombie's four or five-inch-long nails pierced straight over.

"My mother, there is no black dog blood or yellow talisman. This zombie is probably a sperm and has become a drought-bah!" Lin Zhenyang ran away.

One person and one zombie, just in the alley, one after another, chased after it.

Jiang Yun stood on the wall, became a melon-eating audience, and looked at the two people running around under him with interest.

He really didn't expect that Lin Zhenyang, who has always claimed to be weak, was also a good player in long-distance running behind his back.

The zombie jumped very quickly, less than 100 meters and within fifteen seconds, but he couldn't catch up with Lin Zhenyang, and the gap between the two was gradually widened.

"Brother Jiang, my dear brother, don't watch the show."

"This is a dry bait. My master may not be able to deal with it. You have to save me!" Lin Zhenyang asked for help while running.

Jiang Yun looked at the drought-ba zombies who were slowly leaping, and asked with some concern: "Lao Lin, now in a peaceful and prosperous era, where will zombies appear?"

"Now, most of the zombies everywhere are gathered in the Maoshan Sect. Do you think this is the vision of your master for you?"

"Is this zombie a zombie from your Maoshan Sect?"
Chapter completed!