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Chapter 141 Suppression

When the chicken blood was ready, Uncle Jiu began to set up the altar and make the soup.

His hands quickly changed, using all his magic power to pick up a grain of rice, first lighting it on a flame, and finally throwing it into a bowl filled with chicken blood, then pouring in ink, and stirring it with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

Then cover it with a hexagram mirror, and gradually pour the mixture inside into a clean ink fountain while flipping it with your palms.

Wen Cai was confused and asked Jiang Chi curiously, "Uncle, what is this?"

I've seen it before, but I can't seem to remember it.

Jiang Chi rolled his eyes at Wencai angrily, but still explained: "This is Mo Dou. You still don't believe me when I tell you to read more. You don't even know Mo Dou now!"

There are two words written in his eyes: shameful.

Qiu Sheng also asked at this time: "Uncle Master, where should the ink line be played?"

Jiang Qian took the ink bucket from Uncle Jiu and handed it to Qiu Sheng, "Pop it on the coffin. Because it is blessed with various evil-suppressing items and senior brother's magic power, it will have a certain suppressive effect on the corpse in the coffin."

Afterwards, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai went over to play the ink fountain.

Uncle Jiu nodded and said to Jiang Qian: "This method can only have a temporary effect, I'm afraid it will be difficult to delay it for a few more days."

Jiang Chi comforted himself, "There's nothing we can do about it. If we don't do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through tonight.

This power arouses people around me, and there is a feeling of lingering around me, and it is only a matter of time before I turn into a zombie."

No matter how hard you suppress it, it won't last forever.

Uncle Jiu naturally understood this truth, but he still comforted him by saying, "Even if I can delay it for a day, I will go out to look for the cemetery tomorrow morning."

At this time, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were playing, and Uncle Jiu warned: "The whole coffin must be played up to form a giant sheet to hold it down."

Thinking of what was going on in the original plot, Jiang Chian quickly said to the two of them: "By the way, don't forget what's under the coffin.

If you don’t play it, the fun will be great.”

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai both responded, indicating that they understood.

On the side, Uncle Jiu picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and explained to Jiang Qian and the others, "People are divided into good and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies."

But before he could finish his words, Wencai interrupted and said, "Master, people are not only divided into good and bad people, but also men and women."

Hearing this, Jiang Chi wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but joked: "Wencai, do you want to get a wife so much?"

Not even a single sentence can be separated from women, and it is very poisonous.

"Master is talking, why are you interrupting?"

Uncle Jiu stared at Wen Cai, suddenly feeling that this boy was too embarrassed for him and too unafraid of him, so he said: "Mr. Ren's corpse is about to turn into a zombie."

Just as he was talking, Qiu Sheng interrupted again, "Master, how did a corpse turn into a zombie?"

Master Wencai, who was not scared yet, also echoed: "Yes, how do people become bad people?"

Looking at these two living treasures, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, Jiang Que finally understood why Uncle Jiu would not feel lonely. With these two guys by his side, he would probably have countless fun.

After looking at the two of them for a few times, Uncle Jiu explained, "The reason why people become bad people is because they fail to live up to expectations, just like you two.

The reason why a corpse becomes a zombie is because it has one more breath.

When a person is angry, suffocated, or suffocated before death, there will be breath in the throat when he dies.

That’s why it’s easy to become a zombie.”

Qiu Sheng took over the words while playing the ink fountain, "So when you are a human being, you must live up to your spirit, and when you die, you must give up your breath, so as not to harm others or yourself."

Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng's head angrily once again and said disgustedly: "If you are asked to play, just play it honestly. What nonsense are you talking about?"

At this time, Jiang Chi slowly walked over and said, "I have heard of monsters like zombies before.

It is said that zombies are born from the grievances and bad luck between heaven and earth. They are immortal and immortal, and are more terrifying than ghosts.

He was abandoned by all living beings in the three realms of heaven, earth, and humans, so he wandered without a doubt and became homeless. In the human world, he used resentment for profit, fed on blood, and used the blood of all living beings in the world to vent his endless loneliness.

Ultimately, this is a monster that does a lot of harm to people after death.

Zombies that reach a certain level are said to be like an iron wall, invulnerable and possessing inexplicable power.

It can suck the blood of living creatures, swallow the yin energy of the world, and spit out the power of moonlight.

Once it reaches a certain level, defensive armor-like things will be formed outside the body, so there are bronze armored corpses and silver armored corpses.

Senior brother, I wonder if what I said is correct?"

These things were based on Jiang Chi's own knowledge and some speculations, but he was not sure whether they were correct.

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu nodded in agreement and said, "I didn't expect that, junior brother, you actually know zombies better than I do. You are right, zombies are also divided into levels.

The lowest level is the kind of corpse that Junior Brother Four Eyes chased away. Apart from having a stiff body and a certain instinct, it does not have much damage power and cannot gather Yin Qi, let alone swallow moonlight.

Then there are black-armored corpses, bronze-armored corpses, even silver-armored corpses, gold-armored corpses, and the most powerful one is the Drought Demon.

And if the corpse of Mr. Ren in front of me is transformed, I am afraid it will directly turn into a black-armored corpse. If it absorbs the blood of his immediate family members, it may become a bronze-armored corpse or even a silver-armored corpse!"

After some explanations, even Uncle Jiu let out a long sigh.

Zombies harm others and themselves, not to mention that Ren Weiyong's body has been kept for more than twenty years, so Ren Fa is probably going to be tricked.

But he could only try his best to suppress it and prevent it from turning into corpses and harming others.

Otherwise, it will be a disaster and disaster.

Next to him, Qiu Sheng asked with a shocked look on his face: "Master, uncle, are there still so many types of zombies? Then how will we deal with it when Old Master Ren turns into a bronze armored corpse or a silver armored corpse?"

Maybe Uncle Jiu can handle the black-armored corpse, but what about the stronger one?

Not sure!

At this time, Uncle Jiu muttered: "If it's a black-armored corpse, I can eliminate him without any effort.

But if it is a corpse in bronze armor, it will be difficult, so the outcome is unpredictable.

As for the silver-armored corpse, he may not be able to win even if he risks his life.

According to my observation, Mr. Ren’s corpse has the potential to become a silver-armored corpse, which means that once it transforms into a silver-armored corpse, it is very likely to become a silver-armored corpse."

What Uncle Jiu said was not alarmist, but a real possibility.

Even Jiang Chi didn't know if he could fight against the Silver Armored Corpse with his current strength at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

But what if this guy grows into a golden-armored corpse?

"Even if the Feng Shui master has been dead for the past twenty years, according to the development of the original plot, Ren Weiyong grew up very quickly after his corpse transformation, and he also knew how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. Maybe he still has a certain degree of spirituality.

I don’t know if I can reach the level of a golden-armored corpse."

I was thinking and worrying silently in my heart.

If it were really a golden-armored corpse, he might not necessarily have such strength.

However, if he could compete with the Golden Armored Corpse, he could rely on the Maoshan Taoism that had been integrated into the ninth-level Taoism to suppress it and refine it into a puppet.

"Wait a minute, the secret method of exorcising corpses that Taoist Four Eyes gave me before seems to include the method of refining corpses, and it has also been optimized with a diamond bracelet."

Jiang Chi suddenly thought of something. Even if his strength was equivalent to that of a silver-armored corpse, he could still rely on secret techniques to refine it when facing a golden-armored corpse.

What's more, he doesn't have no means at all. Whether it's the two sword moves, the scarlet sword, or the power of the sunset, they are all means available to him.

Immediately afterwards, he secretly thought in his heart, "At worst, I'll just beat it until it surrenders." 11


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