The soldiers of the imperial court are not good at dealing with zombies. They can't even understand why zombies are afraid of talisman paper, ink fountain thread or date stone nails.
Time is running out, and the conversation between the chicken and the duck gives Zhuang Yuchen a headache. The soldiers don't know how to fight zombies, and they don't even know how to treat them. What makes it difficult for the Taoist priests is that they don't even have the most basic magic weapon to deal with zombies.
Can't even get it
Damn it, you are not defending your home and country, you are just eating shit!
After getting along with each other for a few days, many Taoist priests were holding back a fire in their hearts. If it weren't for Zhuang Yuchen's kindness, they would have wanted to give up. The endless stream of zombies could not be beaten no matter how hard they were fought. The most terrible thing was that even
How can I fight zombies when I can't even sleep, I can't eat enough, and I'm tired even if I'm an Iron Man?
Zhuang Yuchen discussed the main layout with the commander, and then summoned Taoist priests, monks, monsters and heavenly soldiers and generals. For urgent distribution tasks, the court's supplies could not be transported in time, so the heavenly soldiers and generals stepped on the clouds to buy them.
The Taoist priests quickly wrote talismans, and the monks... cough, chanted sutras to save the souls of the dead...
Xiu'er was not idle either. She sat aside with a knife and cut the large talisman paper into small pieces in an orderly manner. Everyone was racing against time to catch up before the second wave of thousand-year-old zombies arrived.
Do your best to do your best and turn a battlefield with almost no chance of winning into a glimmer of hope.
Although Xiuer was working in the corner, the sharp-eyed Yang Qiyu still discovered that she was an adulterer and she actually had the nerve to appear here. This shameless woman must have been sent by Zongzi as an undercover agent.
He walked over angrily and stared at Xiu'er, "Why do you want to be here?"
Xiu'er hesitated for a while and said with difficulty: "I am a messenger from heaven. The Jade Emperor sent me down to earth to help humans destroy corpses." It was really a headache. No matter how she hid, she was still discovered by the poisonous tongue at the critical moment. Please don't talk nonsense.
Otherwise she will die without a burial place
"Messenger of heaven?" Yang Qiyu couldn't help but sneer: "Jade Emperor?"
"Yes." Xiu'er lowered her head and lowered her voice: "Don't speak so loudly."
"It's really shameless. Even bitches can become gods these days." Yang Qiyu couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Could your so-called Jade Emperor be a zongzi?"
"..." Xiu'er's face was covered with black lines, but in public, she couldn't talk back at all, otherwise with his poisonous tongue, he would only make things worse. For zombies, at this critical moment, if they let them
Knowing that she had an affair with Zongzi, they were afraid that they would beat her to death in anger to vent their hatred.
Yang Qiyu's voice was loud, and many people looked at Xiu'er for a while. Many Taoist priests who had attended Zhuang Yuchen's wedding banquet in Maoshan also recognized her. They stared at her with wary expressions, and anger kept welling up in their hearts.
Xiu'er put down the knife in his hand and left the camp. Yang Qiyu shouted angrily: "Stop, you are not allowed to leave until you have made your words clear. Did Zongzi send you to find out the news?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Xiu'er glared at Yang Qiyu, "I am really a messenger from heaven. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhuang Yuchen."
"Haha..." Yang Qiyu raised his head and laughed, "If you were a messenger from heaven, I would still be the Jade Emperor. I don't remember sending you down to earth. Besides, if I were sending gods, I would also send Chang'e down. How could I send a bitch here?"
"I remember that you were with the corpse demon." A Taoist priest who had once challenged the majesty of the corpse demon recognized her and immediately cursed: "Everyone, there are spies, there are spies! This woman is with the corpse
Don’t believe that she is a messenger from heaven who rules all the zombies in the world. The zombies must have started this war. If it weren’t for those blood-sucking zombies, we wouldn’t have sacrificed so many of our colleagues.” Unexpectedly, one day, one day
She would also fall into his hands. Three of his ribs were broken by the corpse demon under her instruction.
"Don't talk nonsense, this disaster was not caused by zongzi." Faced with the angry crowd, Xiu'er couldn't explain clearly, but the heavenly soldiers and generals went out to buy talisman paper and cinnabar, and there was not even a god to testify for her.
"Kill her and don't let her go back."
"Avenge the brothers!!!"
"Dirty woman actually associates with zombies. She must be a zombie too. Burn her to death."
Suddenly, Xiu'er was surrounded by a swarming crowd. Their eyes were filled with murderous hatred, and they wanted to cut Xiu'er into pieces.
The Taoist priests gathered around, the crowd pressed forward, and one person caught Xiu'er with one hand. Poor Xiu'er, as an immortal, could not escape from the Taoist priests' Wuzhishan. They grabbed her with all kinds of hands and feet, and tied her up with ropes.
He was dragged out of the tent and tied to a pillar, and his mouth was tightly gagged.
Firewood was constantly thrown at Xiu'er's feet. After a while, there was a pile of firewood. A blazing torch was held in the air and slowly walked towards Xiu'er.
"Stop, stop." At some point, An Yuwen, who had been knocked unconscious by Xiu'er, woke up. He looked for Xiu'er anxiously, but he saw her tied to a pillar and about to be burned alive.
Seeing An Yuwen, Xiu'er struggled nervously, fearing that the excited people would spread their resentment on him, but she was speechless.
An Yuwen struggled to squeeze through the crowd and stood in front of the firewood pile, "She is my sister, you can't mess around."
"Get out of the way, this shameless woman is colluding with zombies to deal with humans. Burning her to death a hundred times is not too much."
"No, my sister did not collude with the zombies. She is a god in the sky and came to save us..."
"Bah, is she worthy of being a god?" She spat on the ground.
An Yuwen reached out to grab the torch, "Believe me, she is really a god, not an undercover agent sent by zombies."
The Taoist priest holding the torch pushed him and shouted: "This monk is crazy, pull him down."
Immediately, several Taoist priests surrounded him and dragged An Yuwen down without saying a word.
An Yuwen shouted for help, wanting someone to save Xiu'er. But at the critical moment of life and death, everyone was so angry that no one paid attention to An Yuwen's plea. They even tied him up and stuffed his mouth with a cloth.
Hatred makes people's eyes red. They are like a group of man-eating beasts. Their hearts are filled with hatred for zombies, but they cannot vent it out, so they vent all their resentment on Xiu'er.
They planned to burn her to death, and the anger accumulated in their hearts was relieved.
The torch was thrown on the woodpile, which lit up a raging fire. Thick smoke choked Xiu'er, and her frail figure was submerged in the smoke...