I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Jiang Yeming was very happy with the completion of Yuehua Corpse Refining Technique.

Daoist Ma Madi was both happy and sad. He was happy to be able to participate in teaching such a powerful apprentice, but also sad because he had nothing to teach.

A Taoist at the level of master uncle, would this be the case?
It's true that Taoist Ma Madi went down the mountain after learning the Yuehua corpse refining technique and some basic talismans. He was the first to go down the mountain to start a business, so although he is well-known among the people, his real strength is not enough.Except for the moonlight refining corpse technique, those simple tricks of divination, asking divination and predicting good and bad fortune are simply impossible to do.

At this time, Ma Madi was in a slump, took out a small jug and took a sip of dull wine, still not relieved, he simply told Jiang Yeming:

"Little Martial Nephew, there are nine corpses in total here, you make the remaining seven corpses stiff, and we set off late at night." After he finished speaking, he knocked on the one-eyed old man's room and went in to find someone to drink with him.

Right now, only Jiang Yeming and Huang Xiaomao, who was sniffling snot, were left in Yizhuang Mortuary.

Apart from treasure hunting, this weasel spirit, who was shorter than Jiang Yeming, had another specialty, which was timidity.

At this time, Huang Xiaomao saw that the adult was gone, and hurriedly kicked his legs to climb up the beam of the house. Zombies at this height should not be able to climb up, so he sat down with peace of mind, took out a handful of fried soybeans in his hand, and chewed, and then said in a childish voice:

"Jiang, master, why are you wearing glasses at night? I don't see you wearing them during the day, do you have night blindness?"

Jiang Yeming Maliu finished making a terrifying-looking zombie, and replied without raising his head: "Little Huangmao, your grandfather asked you to serve me, but I didn't see what you were doing."

"I can take care of the children. I take care of the little ones at home. I can also catch voles, and the roasted voles are delicious. I can also"

Huang Xiaomao couldn't even name the third advantage. Co-authoring him, he usually does two things, taking care of weasel cubs and catching voles.

This is not possible, Jiang Yeming raised his head and waved: "Come down, from today onwards, you will follow my instructions, and you will become the number one master of the Huang family."

Huang Xiaomao climbed down from the pillar, looked at the still fangs zombie in fear, and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"I'll teach you a section of exercises, you practice according to it, and tell me if there's anything wrong." Jiang Yeming said, and taught Huang Xiaomao the entry-level exercise method before the thirteen Taibao horizontal training.

Let a monster practice human martial arts, fortunately he can figure it out.

Huang Xiaomao practiced for a while, but not only did it not work, but he also had a stomachache.

According to the little monster's reaction, Jiang Yeming used his god-level comprehension to continuously simulate and modify it. After modifying it seven or eight times, Huang Xiaomao was able to get started.

It's a pity that it doesn't have Jiang Yeming's Saiyan talent, so it's impossible to advance or even reach a high level in a short time.

The yellow-haired kid kept patting his body with his palms with a sad face, and hit the pillars in the house from time to time, yelling, "I'm a treasure hunting weasel, why are you practicing this?"

"You don't need to practice, as long as you can take a beating from me every day." Jiang Yeming slammed his small fist on the ground, and a small hole was punched out of the big green brick on the ground. There were spider web-like cracks all around the hole.

Huang Xiaomao could only resign himself to his fate and practice his kung fu. He had only one idea in his pure mind, that is to train the Thirteen Taibao to the level of copper and iron, so that he would not need to practice kung fu even if he was beaten in the future.

In the originally spooky Yizhuang, now there is a little more childishness.

A little boy with yellow hair drank in his mouth and practiced martial arts loudly, while a handsome boy with glasses was chanting spells and practicing to make zombies.

Two hours passed, and the night was dark.

Satisfied with wine and peanuts, he shook his head and walked out of the room humming a little song. "Sister, wait for me, brother, me."

He was taken aback when he walked into the Yizhuang.

In front of him was a row of eight mighty and tyrannical zombies, and at the end was the normal version he made. Comparing the two, his own version looked no different from ordinary people.

This blue-faced and long-toothed appearance is indeed majestic, but why should the corpse be so scary, don't bring it on the road to frighten pedestrians walking at night.

Ma Madi was stunned for a while and said: "Dragon begets dragon and phoenix, mouse cubs can make holes, and Lin Shixiong's apprentice is really not suitable for this job."

Now that it has been made like this, we can only make do with 'delivery to your door'.

Thus, the most peculiar express delivery business in the world began.

This time, Ma Madi followed behind and took care of it, leaving the whole process to Jiang Yeming.

In the dark mountain road, Jiang Yeming, wearing a small Taoist robe, walked in front, waving the soul-calling banner with his left hand, and shaking the Fa bell with his right hand, shouting: "The night is dark and the wind is high, ghosts and ghosts are rampant. Taoists drive corpses to pass by. Pedestrians should be careful to avoid them." This passage is Ma Madi's special commercial slogan.

The walking zombies behind him were tied together with ropes, and the zombies jumped forward amidst the rhythmic sound of French bells. If they jumped wrongly or jumped on the spot, Jiang Yeming would pull the ropes connected to his waist to command.

There was a yellow-haired toddler next to the stiff team, and after Jiang Yeming yelled for a while, he handed over the water bottle: "Master, drink some water, let's go after rest."

Ma Madi yelled at the back of the line: "I know to rest along the way, your little master is not tired, you are fine, I have yelled a few times."

The yellow-haired kid looked aggrieved, sniffed his nose and stopped talking.

The team continued to move forward and finally met someone. A dozen villagers set up a table of tea and dishes outside the village, waiting anxiously.

This is the first foothold. There are two dead bodies from this village.

A muffled voice came from behind the line: "Ye Ming, tell them to stop, wait for the person who picks up the corpse to come, and you will clear the corpse's aura, and I will do the rest of the show."

After he finished speaking, he eagerly greeted the villagers and started talking.

Jiang Yeming shook the French bell continuously, and the rapid ringing stopped the stiff team.

He came to the team and took out his notebook to compare the number plates on Xingzhi's chest: "Number a07, number a08, congratulations on getting home."

Good guy, he actually used modern express logistics methods to number these lines and register them in a book.

If he continues to develop like this, maybe he will become a tailwind giant in the corpse-hunting world in the future.

Let's stop talking nonsense, it's time to get rid of the corpse aura numbered a07 and a08.

Jiang Yeming chanted the magic spell in front of the two zombies, and shot out a white ball with his fingers. The ball split into two 'Sealing Talismans' on Xing Zombie's forehead, and then green energy gathered from Xing Zombie's body, and the two 'Sealing Talismans' turned green.

He tore off the two sealing talismans and put them away, and the two dead bodies immediately fell upright.

That should be the end of it.

However, Jiang Yeming became entangled.

It turned out that although the dead body energy of the walking zombie he refined had been removed, the two big fangs were still there, so how could it be handed over to the client.

No, Jiang Yeming picked up a stone, aimed at the fangs and knocked it down.