As expected, Uncle Jiu's master and apprentice did not come back tonight. The transformation of the corpse is imminent. They need to find a geomantic treasure land as soon as possible to bury the corpse.
Zhou He and Qianhe made a casual meal. After Qianhe and the young prince finished eating, they each went back to their rooms to rest.
Zhou He, on the other hand, came to the morgue where Old Master Ren's body was placed.
Zhou He took a futon, sat cross-legged on it, pinched his fingers with both hands, and began to practice Qigong.
As time goes by, more and more Yin energy begins to be absorbed by the coffin.
No, it shouldn't be said that he was absorbed by the coffin, but by Mr. Ren inside the coffin.
"Squeak!"
A special voice attracted Zhou He's attention.
Zhou He opened his eyes and immediately saw that the coffin, except for the bottom piece, was slightly raised.
The zombies inside are breaking open the coffin.
"Are you coming out?" Zhou He saw this scene, stood up and stretched his muscles.
"Boom boom boom..."
The next second, the coffin was seen scattered in all directions and fell to the ground. Then, a figure was seen standing up from inside.
"Ha!" The zombie exhaled a breath of corpse air, and then focused on Zhou He.
The majestic blood energy in Zhou He's body is always exuding, and in the eyes of zombies, it is simply a super tonic pill.
The next moment, the zombie leaped high and jumped towards Zhou He.
He felt that as long as he sucked Zhou He's blood, he would definitely get great benefits, which would be even better than sucking the blood of his blood relatives.
"You are so courageous. You dare to take the initiative and send you home with one punch!" Zhou He clenched his fist and suddenly stepped forward with his left foot.
Suddenly, the green bricks under his feet cracked.
"Death!" Zhou He punched the zombie in the stomach.
There was a loud noise of "Boom!"
The zombie figure flew back directly, even breaking the door of the morgue, and then hit the wall of the yard heavily.
The zombie's entire body is half-embedded in the wall, and it's really impossible to buckle it down.
"It's a bit worse. Your zombie is much weaker than the royal zombies." Zhou He walked from the morgue to the backyard.
"What happened?" At this moment, Chizuru put on a coat and ran out.
As for the young prince, he was a child, and he was injured, so he slept to death and didn't wake up at all.
"This...this is...a zombie? Has the corpse changed?" Qianhe saw the zombie's expression on the wall change slightly.
"It's okay, just leave the zombie to me." Zhou He smiled lightly, stepped forward and grabbed the zombie's legs.
With a sharp tug, the zombie was ripped off the wall.
Without waiting for the zombie to resist, Zhou He lifted it high and then slammed it onto the hard blue brick road.
With a sound of "Boom!", the green bricks on the ground were smashed into pieces.
"Roar!" The zombie opened its bloody mouth and roared, trying to struggle, but it was unable to resist.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Zhou He hit his face ten times, and the ground around him became pitted.
Zhou He was still not satisfied, so he began to stamp on his body crazily. After a few minutes, Zhou He stopped.
At this time, the zombie fell to the ground, trembling all over. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all. Only his head could still move.
Zhou He's several blows directly shattered all the bones in Old Master Ren's body.
If you want to recover, you must either suck blood or absorb yin energy and moonlight essence to recover.
It's a pity that it has no chance.
Zhou He looked left and looked again, and found a huge stone millstone in the corner of the backyard, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Zhou He immediately walked over and immediately picked up the stone millstone with a loud shout.
Then he slowly walked to the zombie and let go.
With a sound of "Boom!", the stone millstone directly smashed the zombie into the ground.
"Okay, it's okay. Go to sleep. I'm so sleepy. We will continue on our way early tomorrow morning."
"Uh...ah...ok." Chizuru swallowed, dumbfounded.
At this time, he could really see how powerful Zhou He was.
It's terrifying that such a heavy stone millstone can be carried so far. It's no wonder that Zhou He's blood can play an extremely powerful role in the talisman.
"It seems that I am going to get some of Daoist Fellow Zhou's blood to refine a few talismans." Qianhe touched his chin and started thinking.
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Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and it was just before six o'clock.
Uncle Jiu brought Wencai and Qiu Sheng back to Yizhuang with tired faces.
They didn't find anything wrong because they entered the front yard and the morgue was in the backyard.
"It seems that junior brother and the others haven't gotten up yet. Forget it, let's take a nap first."
"You two, go and burn incense for everyone in the morgue. I'm so sleepy. I'll go and take a nap for a while." Uncle Jiu rubbed his neck and searched all night, finally finding a place where he could go.
It’s a feng shui treasure for suppressing zombies.
"Don't be lazy, go and burn some incense and go to bed." Uncle Jiu warned.
"Yes, Master!" The two of them raised their voices, appearing to be so unwilling.
But there was nothing we could do. They didn't come back yesterday and didn't burn incense. They had to make up for it this morning.
Uncle Jiu had just taken off his coat and was about to lie on the bed to rest when he heard a scream coming from the backyard.
Uncle Jiu's expression changed drastically, as if he had thought of something bad. He didn't bother to put on his clothes, so he picked up the peach wood sword beside him and headed towards the morgue.
When Uncle Jiu came to the morgue and saw the coffins scattered around, his face became extremely ugly.
At this time, he also saw the broken door and the huge stone millstone outside the yard.
"Zombies, there are zombies." Wencai hid in the distance with a scared look on his face.
"Master, Master, look, zombie, there is a zombie old man Ren under the millstone." Qiu Sheng squatted beside the millstone and pointed at the zombie with half of its head slightly exposed.
Fortunately, the millstone was big enough to block the sunlight from the zombie. Otherwise, the zombie would have died in the sunlight.
"What...what's going on?" Uncle Jiu hurried over and knelt down to take a look.
This is indeed a zombie. Last night, Mr. Ren transformed into a corpse, but why was the zombie crushed under the millstone?
"Could it be...that it's Zhou He?" Uncle Jiu recalled that his junior brother had said that Zhou He's force was superior, and he was the one who suppressed the zombies in the van.
"Brother, you are back. The zombies broke out of the coffin last night and were suppressed here by fellow Taoist Zhou." Qianhe walked from the morgue to the backyard at this time.
"It is indeed Brother Dao Zhou. Fortunately, he is there. Otherwise, if this zombie breaks the coffin, there will be endless troubles." Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, this coffin has been completely covered with ink beads. Logically speaking, it cannot break the coffin. It's strange." Uncle Jiu looked confused.
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