After Jira's curse was finished, as the copper coin sword pointed at the walking corpse, a "clicking, clicking" sound came from the standing walking corpse pulling on the black thread. Under the pressure of the Thousand Jin Technique, the walking corpse's legs were forced to break apart.
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The whole body of the zombie that fell down again was like a flattened meat pie. The arm that was broken to the side actually crawled along the ground toward the red liquid with five fingers. The red liquid that it touched disappeared visibly to the naked eye. The broken arm
The shriveled arms began to become plump, and the body pressed by black lines began to return to its original shape.
"Vampire rebirth? Not good!" Gila exclaimed and ran towards the backpack thrown aside. He took out a mahogany sword and held it in his right hand. He put the middle finger of his left hand into his mouth and bit a hole hard, with blood flowing from his fingertips.
The blood was smeared on the mahogany sword. He aimed it at the zombie's chest and stabbed it in.
The body of the zombie kept twitching, but there were no symptoms of death.
"Brother, this guy is actually a walking corpse that is close to a zombie. This gathering place is not simple. We are also preparing to burn him with a fire. Now it seems that ordinary fire can't burn him."
Ji La said and threw the copper coin sword pinned in his pocket to Qin De.
"Brother, please watch for me. Don't let the Taomu Sword leave the walking body. I want to prepare a formation to invite Lei Huo!"
Gila took out a blue talisman paper from his pocket, took it in his hand, looked at it, and put it back into his pocket. Then he took out a yellow talisman paper and pasted it on a peach wood wedge inserted in the ground.
, Qin De saw that the earthquake position in the Bagua represented thunder. He also untied the five copper coins originally tied to another bundle of red strings, and placed three coins in a triangle shape in the away position and one in the Xun position.
He returned to the earthquake position and placed another one under the talisman paper.
This time, Gila did not use any props to perform the curse. Instead, he chanted the curse, walked at weird steps, and made strange gestures.
"Heavenly generals are riding on officials, heading down to the clouds. Stars are moving around, and three lights are shining. The sky above corresponds to the nine heavens, and the sky corresponds to the nine earth below. Thunder and thunderbolts, wind and cloud gather together. Covering the ten directions, the universe is positioned. It is as urgent as a law or order."
With a "pop" sound, there was a soft sound above the peach wood wedges that formed the Bagua pattern, and a thin needle-like line of fire fell from the sky.
Qin De almost lost control of his emotions. Just when the thunder he was about to strike was not as loud as his own fart, a loud "boom" made Qin De take a few steps back.
Only the flames the size of a pinhead hit the walking corpse, making an ear-splitting sound. The walking corpse had been burnt and shrunk into a piece of black coal the size of a basketball.
Jira suddenly fell to the ground, and Qin De, who was standing next to him, hurriedly held him up. Jira's eyelids drooped, and Qin De only heard Jira's soft words before she fell unconscious: "Brother, am I good?"
Niujia Village, command office
Xu Yizheng, who was standing in the yard, watched the thick fog gradually disappear. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked the guards around him to tell the kitchen to add two more dishes.
Gila, who was lying on Qin De's back, kept spreading knowledge about zombies to Qin De. He completely ignored the four or five large backpacks hanging on Qin De's arms, neck, and waist.
Zombies are roughly divided into three categories. The first type is the walking zombie, which is an unconscious body. The lowest zombie relies on its own instinct to act. As the saying goes, the walking zombie refers to this.
The second type is zombies with consciousness. They have the same intelligence as humans and can judge their own actions. They are terrifying zombies. The thousand-year-old zombies in Chinese legends and foreign vampires all belong to this type.
The last type is the drought demon, the most powerful zombie that only appears in myths and legends. Gila described that if this kind of zombie appeared, it would probably be more powerful than a mushroom cloud.
Xu Yizheng and his master personally greeted the two in the yard. During the meal, Xu Yizheng kept praising the two for their excellence. Seeing that the two seemed to be holding back something, the thin old man told them to just say what they wanted to say.
Qin De: "This gathering place is artificially formed."
Gila: "There should be other things under the new grave bag."
Chujiu drank two glasses of orange water and just finished telling this story. In the story, Jira is his grandfather, and Qin De is my grandfather. I asked what happened next, and Chujiu just answered him, and the old man didn’t tell me what happened.
What happened.
"Guo Guo, go to sleep, stop thinking about it, it shouldn't be a terrifying existence."
I was lying on the sofa, recalling the information in the story over and over again in my mind. My grandfather and Chujiu’s grandfather were brothers in the same school, but I had never heard of my grandfather talking about it? The story took place in Sichuan, and my grandfather said before
Never left Shanxi? The special departments, armed soldiers, Feng Shui masters, and Taoist priests in the story are completely inconsistent with the feudal superstitious ideological education I received since childhood. Why do these people get involved together? More and more questions arise in
In my mind.
I don’t remember when I fell asleep until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year called me for morning exercise. We were going to say goodbye to Xiaoyu after the morning exercise. After all, it was not the weekend. The main reason was that the teacher in today’s class would definitely take roll call.
The disadvantage of old-fashioned stairs is that they make a "squeak" sound when stepping on them, which is particularly harsh in the silent corridor.
It was just dawning, and there was only one street lamp in the distance in the old yard, emitting a weak orange light.
Looking around on Chujiu, I knew that he was looking for a slightly open place suitable for morning exercises.
I was a little sleep deprived, so I followed Chujiu with my head lowered, yawning one after another.
I glanced at a place with my peripheral vision, and saw a yawn that was about to be completed, and was swallowed alive into the trachea. With a "burp", I quickly covered my mouth, but to no avail. The "burp" sound continued from there.
It came from the fingers.
"Guo Guo, why do you want to imitate frog calls?"
I pointed to the wall in front of me on the right. Chujiu glanced in the direction I pointed, stopped suddenly, and quickly took out a copper coin sword and a piece of talisman paper from his waist.
In the corner of the wall, a short, thin, slightly hunchbacked black figure squatted on the ground, holding a small shovel in his hand, shoveling the soil against the wall, completely unaware of us behind him.
"Ignore us completely?" Chujiu held the copper coin sword and tiptoed towards his back, as if he would take action if there was any slight abnormality.
"Wait a minute! Chujiu!" I saw something abnormal on the right half of the black figure's body, and his movements lacked some agility, so I quickly called Chujiu.
I guessed something in my mind and walked lightly to the black figure. The figure shoveling the soil seemed not to have expected anyone to appear, and was frightened by my shadow reflected on the wall and fell back.
I took advantage of the situation and held the figure's arm. The moment I touched the arm, the first thing I felt was that I was thin, too thin, much thinner than a normal person.
"Mother-in-law, be careful!"
When I saw clearly that in front of me was an old lady with gray hair and a black silk scarf wrapped around her head, I reminded her aloud.