Xiu'er was quietly picking up the glutinous rice and stopped talking. She didn't know how Zongzi was doing now or whether his life was in danger. The Taoist priests had sent a letter to his master to come out. They were determined to deal with Zongzi. What should they do?
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"You are talking about the drought disaster, is there any way to solve it?" The ant is still alive, but Zongzi just wants to live. He has not done anything to harm the world, so why do Taoist priests have the power of life and death over him?
"There is no way at the moment" Zhuang Yuchen asked: "Is he your third brother?" As soon as the words came out, Zhuang Yuchen felt that it was unnecessary to ask. This demon is not a vampire zombie, and she just said that the third brother is dead.
Come to think of it, he was poisoned by corpse poison and was already a little confused.
"You look like a person." Zhuang Yuchen thought for a while and then said it, "I mean, your appearance."
"Haha..." Xiu'er didn't know how to talk to the Taoist priest, "There are so many good-looking people in this world."
"However, she should be dead already," Zhuang Yuchen said to himself, smiling calmly and bitterly.
"Hey!" Seeing Xiu'er being lazy, Yang Qiyu slammed the table and his eyes were as big as copper bells, "You're not allowed to sleep, hurry up and pick up the glutinous rice."
Xiu'er curled her mouth, stars kept popping up in front of her eyes. She had been picking them up all day and all night, and she didn't even close her eyelids. All the glutinous rice flying in her eyes was filled with glutinous rice. Even the air she breathed smelled of glutinous rice. She felt so regretful that her intestines were filled with regret.
If she had known about it, she would not have told him that the Zhu family had round glutinous rice. Now he came back with two big bags and asked her to pick them one by one, and her hands were swollen.
Pick, pick, pick, pick your sister! Xiuer burst into tears...
"I...I want to go to the toilet"
"Lazy people poop a lot." Yang Qiyu despised her fiercely and threatened unceremoniously: "You are not allowed to go! Don't think that I don't know what tricks you are playing. If you want to escape, be careful I will break your legs!"
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Xiuer was so depressed that she almost cried, "I want it to be convenient." Since she became a prisoner, she has not been to the toilet for a day and a night. She is a human being, not a god. She has three urgent needs: she will be hungry, urinate, and have diarrhea.
No! Fall!!!
Yang Qiyu said angrily: "You give me convenience, so I can give you convenience."
Everyone has a temper, even the persimmons are no exception. Xiu'er couldn't hold it in any longer. She threw the glutinous rice in her hand and said, "I want convenience."
"Oh, you still need to temper me!" Yang Qiyu, who had made such a show of shame, had no taboos between men and women towards her. He thought that he would be beaten by her until his nose and face were swollen, and his senior brother would turn her into a zombie soon.
He stopped frying the glutinous rice, picked up the spatula and patted Xiu'er on the head. Zhuang Yuchen, who was filled with corpse-like air, endured the bone-gnawing pain and was speechless to Yang Qiyu, who was like a scoundrel: "Let her go,
She is not a prisoner, there is no need to keep a close eye on her.”
Yang Qiyu was worried, "What if she runs away?" Leaving aside the need for multiple manpower to pick up the glutinous rice, if the demon comes back, the senior brother is in serious condition and has no power to fight back. If she is taken as a hostage, there may be a turn for the better.
"She won't run, let her go." No matter how hard he suppressed the corpse poison, the corpse poison had invaded his organs, and the corpse poison had appeared on his face, a mass of death.
Zhuang Yuchen spoke, but Yang Qiyu did not dare to embarrass Xiu'er anymore, and just said calmly: "Go back quickly, don't be lazy or run away, otherwise you will be ruined." Having her legs broken doesn't seem to pose much of a threat to her, huh?
,women, nothing is as important as face
Sure enough, as soon as his words came out, Xiu'er was startled and subconsciously touched her face.
However, Zhuang Yuchen granted amnesty to the world, so Xiu'er covered her stomach and ran to the toilet
Coming out of the hut, Xiu'er was dripping with joy and had nothing to do. She looked up at the dusk sky. Night was coming. I wonder how Zongzi was doing? Zhuang Yuchen's corpse poison attack was very severe. It was worse than the third brother's corpse poison attack in the past.
The speed is much faster. I think the higher the level of zombie bites a person, the faster the person turns into a zombie.
Xiu'er still felt a little guilty. After all, Zhuang Yuchen's transformation into a zombie was inseparable from Zongzi. She didn't understand Zhuang Yuchen's character, but she was willing to sacrifice her life for him in order to eliminate the scourge, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.
His deeds for the common people alone were enough for her to admire him, but she still had selfish motives and hoped that Zongzi would escape this disaster.
Back in the room, Yang Qiyu had already fried more than half a barrel of round glutinous rice. There was a rather large wooden barrel in the room. When Yang Qiyu saw Xiu'er come in, he threw her a large stack of yellow paper talismans with different talisman patterns drawn on them.
Under Yang Qiyu's instructions, Xiu'er circled the barrel, pasting the talisman paper in circles, until the entire barrel was covered. Yang Qiyu poured the fried glutinous rice into the barrel. Zhuang Yuchen stood up and began to untie his clothes.
Xiu'er's face burned up and she quickly covered her face, saying "don't look at any indecent assault"
Zhuang Yuchen took off his clothes, revealing his strong and proud body, stepped into the barrel and meditated. Yang Qiyu closed the hollow lid of the barrel, and Zhuang Yuchen exposed his head above the barrel.
"Why are you still standing there?" Seeing that Xiu'er's pestle was like wood, Yang Qiyu said angrily: "Come here and put the talisman paper on it."
Xiu'er secretly exposed her fingers and saw that Zhuang Yuchen was already sitting tightly in the wooden barrel. She was relieved. She walked over and put the talisman paper on her. She didn't dare to look at him. She just secretly held back a glance and the glutinous rice was very hot.
, he sat in the bucket for a while and became so hot that he started sweating, and there was black gas flowing on his face.
Zhuang Yuchen's luck is at a loss and he concentrates on fighting against the corpse poison in his body
As night fell, Yang Qiyu was worried about the demons appearing, so he asked Xiu'er to continue frying glutinous rice in the house. He went outside to make preparations in advance, just in case the demons came knocking on the door.
Seeing that Yang Qiyu was ready, Xiu'er also became nervous and fried the glutinous rice absentmindedly. She fried a pot of glutinous rice, opened the small square trough on the wooden lid, and poured the glutinous rice into the wooden barrel.
The hot air in the barrel kept coming out, and Xiu'er could feel the blazing heat. If she were placed in the barrel, would she be cooked immediately? The Taoist priest is only a mortal body, how can he withstand it?
volcanic pain
Zhuang Yuchen's forehead was filled with hot sweat, which was as big as peas and kept sliding down his cheeks.
Night is a world of zombies. The corpse poison on Zhuang Yuchen's body is acting faster and faster. Black gas flows on his face, which is visible to the naked eye. It is very scary.
Seeing his painful appearance, Xiu'er felt uncomfortable with the dark days that An Yueze had experienced back then. Like the vast tide bursting the embankment, it kept hitting her fragile memory.
She took the towel and anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead, "How are you? Do you feel uncomfortable..."
Zhuang Yuchen bit his lip tightly. The corpse poison in his body became more and more powerful, constantly attacking his heart. Once the corpse poison swallowed his heart, he would become a zombie and could no longer be treated.
Xiu'er kept looking up out of the window, her heart beating wildly. She was worried about Zongzi coming, and worried that if he didn't come, he might be dead, but if he came, there might be another fierce battle with the Taoist priest.
Xiu'er was so upset that she didn't know what to do for a while.
"Why are you so dazed?" Yang Qiyu walked in from outside the house. Seeing Xiu'er being lazy, he couldn't help but get angry. Xiu'er refused to refute him and continued to fry glutinous rice with his head lowered. Yang Qiyu hung several Bagua mirrors in the room, of course to deal with zombies.
Xiu'er didn't know much about the Bagua Mirror. She only knew that it was used to prevent evil spirits. However, the Taoist Bagua Mirror should be more powerful than the ones in ordinary people's homes. She became more and more uneasy, thinking that these two Taoist priests were determined.
What should we do if we want to kill Zongzi?
"What are you looking at?" Seeing Xiu'er secretly looking at the mirror, Yang Qiyu warned: "If you dare to take it off, I will disfigure you."
"What is that?" Xiu'er timidly looked at the cowhide water bag on the table.
"Black dog blood" Yang Qiyu snorted coldly, "Don't think that your best friend will come to save you, I guarantee that he will come or go with his life."
Someone spoke too harshly, Xiu'er was a little embarrassed, "Why are you speaking so harshly?" What does it mean to be a good friend, you bastard! The Taoist priests in the world are all bad, this stinky Taoist priest is the same as the old Meishan Taoist, and there is no good person.
"Oh, I was wrong about you." Yang Qiyu glared at her coldly, "You are so beautiful, why can't you find a man but a zombie?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiu'er blushed with anger.
"Did I say you were wrong? You and that stinky zombie kissed each other in public, and it didn't feel disgusting. And last night, he called you by your name even before he died. The most disgusting thing is you. Who are you?
You are not a human being. Do you have a conscience? My senior brother sacrifices his life for justice and plans to die together with that zombie. It is better for you to come out to disturb the situation. I see your conscience. You were eaten by a zombie and you still said that you were not deceived by the zombie's skin.
Do you think he is so good-looking? You saw his ugly appearance yesterday. That was his original appearance. It was so disgusting that you couldn’t even eat. You thought you were picking up a treasure..."
"That's enough!" Xiu'er's face turned red with anger and she wanted to hit him to death with a spatula, staring at him hatefully with her big eyes.
Xiu'er's eyes were originally big, but now she glared hard, as if she was eating someone. Yang Qiyu was stunned for a moment, "Did I tell you wrong?" Tigresses are not scary, but the scary thing is that the little white rabbit instantly transformed into a tigress.
"I'll be out for a while." Yang Qiyu took out some things from his bag and walked outside, "Look at my senior brother, don't be lazy and continue to fry glutinous rice."
He took one step forward, and Xiu'er hid the black dog's blood in the water bag with his hind foot. This thing is said to be very powerful against zombies, so you'd better be careful.
Turning around and walking to the barrel, wiping Zhuang Yuchen's sweat, Xiu'er probed: "Are you really planning to kill Ba?"
"What do you think?" Zhuang Yuchen gritted his teeth, his handsome and cold and arrogant face was distorted by the corpse poison attacking his heart, which was very scary.
Xiu'er stopped talking, walked to the table, and secretly hid Yang Qiyu's dagger in case of emergency.
"Resign yourself to fate. I don't have the ability to deal with Ba now. If my master fails to arrive in time, my junior brother and I will both die in his hands."
Xiu'er's heart skipped a beat. In other words, if people from the Maoshan faction come over, Zongzi will die.
No, she couldn't stay any longer. She had to find a way to notify Zongzi and hide quickly. But where would Zongzi be? The two-headed zombie probably didn't take her back to Zhu's house, otherwise how could that smelly Taoist priest carry two bags so quietly?
Nuomi comes back, but if it's not at Zhu's house, where will it be?
Where can she find the rice dumplings?
Xiu'er's eyes fell on Zhuang Yuchen who was meditating in a barrel. The Taoist seemed to have a good way of finding zombies. Maybe he would know.
"You..." Xiu'er hesitated: "Do you know where Ba is?"
Zhuang Yuchen closed his eyes tightly and said nothing
Xiu'er was depressed and continued to fry the glutinous rice. She brought the fried glutinous rice to the wooden barrel and was about to open the small square trough and pour it in when she heard a strange sound.
"Cluck...cluck..."
Xiu'er raised her head in surprise and looked around the room, but found nothing unusual. She lowered her head and continued to pour the glutinous rice. Suddenly her hand froze. Could this familiar voice be...
The sound of zombie grinding teeth!
She looked at Zhuang Yuchen in shock and saw two short white teeth exposed at the corners of his mouth...
The basin filled with glutinous rice fell from her hands. Xiu'er opened the door and shouted to Yang Qiyu who was setting a trap to catch zombies outside the house: "Hey, it's not good, your senior brother has turned into a zombie."
Yang Qiyu was digging a hole in the yard when he heard Xiu'er's voice and said anxiously: "Quick, stop him, don't let him get out of the barrel!"
He used his hands and feet to climb out of the pit, but unexpectedly the pit was dug a bit deep and he couldn't jump out for a while.
Xiu'er hurriedly returned to the room. Zhuang Yuchen in the barrel looked extremely painful. The teeth at the corners of his mouth were getting longer and longer. The lid of the barrel could not help but beat. He was ready to cry out.
"Don't move!" Xiu'er immediately pressed down on the barrel lid, "You can't leave Nuomi, otherwise it will change..."
"Ah..." Before the word "zombie" could be uttered, Yang Qiyu's painful screams came from outside the house, "You're a dead zombie, how dare you come to the door to die!"
Zombie? Xiu'er's eyes lit up, she didn't even bother pressing the lid of the barrel anymore, and hurriedly ran out the door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a figure stood in front of the door. Xiu'er looked up and saw that it was Zongzi. She immediately worried and said, "What are you doing here? Hurry up." He was still the handsome Zongzi from the past. He disappeared yesterday.
Wan's terrifying face, but his face was not as natural as before, looking stiff and pale under the moonlight
His injuries haven't healed yet, and his spiritual power hasn't recovered yet. He shouldn't have come to die.
Zongzi didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand to hold her. His hand was cold and stiff. Xiuer pushed him out of the door and said, "Hurry up."
In the yard, Yang Qiyu was fighting with the two-headed zombie. Xiu'er pulled him towards the backyard. Unexpectedly, Zongzi stood still. Xiu'er asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"
Zongzi pushed her away and stepped into the room. Xiuer didn't hold her back and exclaimed: "Be careful!"