my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 279 Zombies Out of the Cage
Daoist Qianhe is worthy of being hailed as a pioneer in the Taoist altar by Daoist Simu, a character who is a general of Maoshan, and his words are death lines, which reminds Pan Haodong of the stalks summed up by some netizens.

"After fighting this battle, I will go home and get married." (Can't go back)

"After I finish this time, I will quit." (Must die)

"I have told lies all my life and deceived countless people, but today I decided to tell the truth once." (I will die after speaking)

"Captain, it looks safe here." (Must die)

"..."

There are many similar words.

Among them is the sentence that Daoist Qianhe just said, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Thinking that Uncle Qianhe would die at the hands of the royal zombies at night, Pan Haodong had a wonderful expression on his face, he was about to say something.

Taoist Master Qianhe thought that his nephew was deep in thought, so he smiled happily and said to Taoist Master Simu: "Brother, I have run out of glutinous rice, and I want to ask you for something."

"Jia Le, bring glutinous rice to Uncle Shi."

"Oh~~"

Jiale ran back in a panic.

At this moment, Taoist Priest Simu walked up to the coffin escorted by several officers and soldiers, sized it up and said, "The golden coffin with copper horns is wrapped in an ink fountain net. Could it be that there is...?"

Priest Qianhe replied, "That's right, it's a zombie."

Priest Simu asked puzzled, "Then why didn't you burn it?"

"Hey……"

Taoist priest Qianhe sighed and explained: "This zombie belongs to the royal family on the border. It cannot be burned. We have to transport it to Beijing and wait for the emperor's death."

Although the Qing Dynasty died.

But the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse. In order to appease the survivors of the Qing Dynasty, the president did not cruelly destroy the royal family, but chose to keep them in the Forbidden City.

The government of the Republic of China allocates 400 million yuan to the last emperor every year.

In the past, the royal family living in the frontier retained a lot of power in the area. For the stability of the frontier, the new government chose to treat the last emperor and his relatives kindly.

Therefore, there are still many people who are loyal to them.

Of course, there are not many people.

If you want to be the same as before, you can't call the wind and rain. The status of the emperor's relatives is a famous family in the local area, and their status has dropped sharply.

However, no matter how fast the status of the royal relatives and relatives declines, it will take a certain process.

Therefore, Pan Haodong could see the slightly absurd scene in front of him.

"Daoist Qianhe, why don't you tear down the tent, let the observation absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse?"

Daoist Qianhe's eyes lit up at Master Yixiu's suggestion, and he quickly turned around and said, "Tear down the tent quickly."

"Wait~~"

Pan Haodong hastily interrupted: "Uncle, tents are easy to disassemble and slow to install. This area is windy and rainy. There is no tent to shelter from the wind and rain. The ink fountain line is easy to melt."

"Junior brother and nephew are right. The weather is not very good today. There will be heavy rain tonight, so don't tear down the tent."

The favorite thing of the four-eyed Taoist priest is to refute Master Yixiu, not to mention that what the nephew said is reasonable, so naturally he has to stand up and stop the younger brother from doing stupid things.

Daoist Qianhe smiled awkwardly: "Then don't dismantle it."

Master Yixiu was also a little helpless, with an embarrassing expression on his face, he only wanted to reduce the corpse aura, and ignored other aspects. If it was because of his suggestion that the ink fountain line was melted by rain, it would be a great sin.

"Uncle Shi, glutinous rice."

Jiale brought a small bag of glutinous rice.

Daoist Qianhe took the glutinous rice and said to Daoist Simu, "Senior brother, thank you."

"You're welcome. I hope you don't need this bag of glutinous rice."

"Hey, hey..."

The sissy next to the little prince shouted: "It's time to leave, and you still talk so much!"

"Brother, farewell."

"Master take care."

"Nephew, don't neglect your cultivation, Maoshan's future depends on you."

After saying goodbye one by one, Taoist Master Qianhe led the four disciples in the southeast, northwest and left.

Not long after the group left.

There was thunder in the sky, Master Yixiu hurriedly said: "Nephew Pan, it's good to have you, otherwise I will make a mistake."

"Master, people are not sages and sages can do nothing, don't take this matter to heart."

Inadvertent mistakes, no one will care about it.

Even Simu, who likes to bicker with Yixiu, didn't tease the other party about it, but worried about seeing the senior who was drifting away.

At this time, Qingqing walked up to Pan Haodong with a basket on her back, and asked, "Brother, I want to go up the mountain to collect some herbs, can you go with me?"

"Xiao Bai, please accompany Qingqing into the mountains."

"What about you?" ×2
Pan Haodong rubbed Xiaobai's head, and said to her and Qingqing: "I have an ominous premonition in my heart. I always feel that something might happen to my uncle, so I'm going to follow to see."

"Oh~~ Go early and come back early, sister Qingqing and I are waiting for you at home."

Xiaobai was not worried about his brother's safety at all, so he took Qingqing's arm and went to the mountains.

The Taoist priest with four eyes who hadn't left yet heard the words: "Nephew, do you really have an ominous premonition?"

"Hmm~"

Pan Haodong nodded.

Master Yixiu immediately said: "In that case, then I will accompany you for a walk!"

"You can't do it with your bare hands, go back and get the guy."

"..."

At seven o'clock in the evening, the rain poured down.

The corpse transportation team that entered the high forest was racing against time to set up tents in the forest. The rain had already soaked everyone, including the little prince who was sitting on the sedan chair.

It was raining and windy.

The canopy on the sedan chair can't keep out the wind and rain at all.

The tent set up on the golden coffin can only block part of the rainwater, and the ink fountain net has been washed by the rainwater, and it has melted in sevens and eighties. Priest Qianhe was very anxious: "East, west, north, south, come here and stand side by side to keep out the rain."

"Yes."

The four disciples quickly stepped forward and stood side by side in a line, using their physical bodies to resist the wind and rain.

Unfortunately, it's all too late.

Click!

A thunderbolt struck the tent, causing everyone to roll around in fright, and Daoist Qianhe was also startled.

answer answer~~
The rainwater crazily fell on the coffin, and the ink fountain lines mixed with dog blood and cinnabar melted rapidly in the torrential rain.

"Southeast, northwest, prepare ropes."

The Mo Dou net loses its effectiveness, and the zombies will soon come out of the cage. Taoist Master Qianhe can think of a way, only to trap the coffin with ropes, drag it for a while, and then send someone to ask brothers and nephews to help, trap or kill the royal family together zombie.

Qiusheng and Wencai, who love to play around and often make mistakes, heard the master's order, quickly took out a rope that was two fingers thick, and tied it on the coffin very neatly.

Then, two people stood on one side, pulling the rope left and right.

crunch, crunch...

Accompanied by harsh noises, the coffin began to shake, and the four people in the south, east, and northwest quickly pulled the rope with all their might.

Not far away, Master Yixiu said eagerly: "Simu, the zombie is about to come out of the cage, so why don't we just watch?"

Simu waved his hands, pretending to be calm and said: "Don't worry, wait until the zombies come out of the cage, don't let those old Man Qing people know how powerful the zombies are, they won't agree with us to subdue and burn the zombies."

Pan Haodong followed up and said: "Master, what my uncle said is correct, we have to let them know how powerful it is, so that we can let go..."

(End of this chapter)