Zombie: I check in at Uncle Nine World

Su Zitong saw the three of them rush towards him.

"ignorance!"

Su Zitong didn't even draw his sword.

With a slap of the palm, a flame shot out.

He blasted at the three of them, and then the three of them flew out backwards!
The highest among these three people is also the four-eyed Taoist leader, but they are only the second-rank Taoist leader.

Not good enough to draw his own sword.

His spirit sword was originally used to deal with Tan Youlun, and Tan Youlun died.

So no one in Xiangxi is qualified to let him draw his sword.

Simu, Qianhe, and Cane Gu were blown away by Su Zitong's palm.

Vulnerable!
The three climbed up with difficulty.

"So powerful."

"Could it be that my Maoshan is really going to die today."'

"Unexpectedly, Maoshan's authentic tradition has been passed down for thousands of years, and it was finally wiped out by casual cultivators in eastern Hunan."

The three said disheartenedly.

At this time Lin Fan helped the three of them up.

"I told you to go back and drink tea."

"Hurry up and go to rest!"

"Don't be brave when you're hurt!"

Lin Fandao.

Immediately Lin Fan helped the three of them back to the hall to rest one by one.

"Junior brother, you have to be careful, we are already seriously injured."

"You'd better escape through the back door."

"You have good talent, you are still young, you have escaped, and you have passed incense to Maoshan!"

"When you grow up, you can avenge us and make Maoshan great."

The three said.

They knew that they were doomed. If Lin Fan escaped, with his talent, he would definitely become a strong man of the generation.

At that time, it is not impossible to return strongly and revive Maoshan.

But the prerequisite is to survive!
Only by living can it represent everything.

"I never take revenge overnight!"

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he put the ancestor's sword back on the altar.

Immediately walked into the yard.

"Your sword is sharpened, why don't you use it!"

Su Zitong said.

He thought that Lin Fan sharpened his sword to deal with him, but when Lin Fan came out, his hands were empty.

Bring nothing.

"Kill you, why should I do it myself."

Lin Fandao.

After finishing speaking, seven iron men who stood in for him surrounded Su Zitong.

Among the seven stand-ins, four were holding the low-grade Huang-rank Wujin Ancient Sword in their hands.

And these seven iron men erupted with the aura of first-grade real people.

Su Zitong's face became increasingly ugly.

From being calm and complacent at the beginning, to turning livid step by step, to finally trembling all over, his eyes revealed strong despair.

He regretted that he didn't listen to his apprentice before, and entered here rashly.

He finally understood the reason why Maoshan dared to list.

There are seven iron men with the strength of a real person, all of which are Lin Fan's puppets.

With this background alone, he really dared to list his name.

"Lin Fan,,,, you don't need to do it, I,,, go on the road myself."

Su Zitong said.

If he killed himself, he would have a whole body.

If they were shot by these seven iron puppets, it would be an extravagant hope to even gossip.

At least to pieces!
"Ah."

Lin Fan nodded.

Then Su Zitong wiped his neck with a sword, and died.

Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng saw the situation inside through the gap in the gate.

Immediately scared to death.

They have already suffered serious injuries, which is just a matter of one breath.

Seeing the appalling scene inside, I was so frightened that I didn't even have the courage to live.

"Ahao, pack the bodies of the three of them and return them to Su Zitong's apprentice."

Lin Fandao.

Then Ah Hao used an abandoned coffin to contain the bodies of the three people.

Ah Hao used a trolley to pull their bodies out of the gate.

Su Zitong's apprentice and Shi Jian all had a bad feeling.

That means Su Zitong has been killed.

Ahao and Afang pulled the cart and came to Su Zitong's apprentice.

"I'll give it back to you, the three of you have installed it for you, just bury it."

Ah Hao said.

Apprentice Su Zitong, Shi Jian and the others had deep fear in their eyes.

Shi regained his composure and opened the coffin.

Su Zitong's bones were on the top, and Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng were placed underneath.

Shi Jian's feet were soft and he almost fell to the ground.

"how can that be."

"impossible!"

Shi Jian murmured.

The onlookers knew about this matter.

They also took a few glances at Mao Shan Zaigao.

Shi Jian and the other three left in a daze.

They seem to be aware of this problem, a bit serious.

If they want to gain a foothold here in the future, they must do things carefully, and must not offend any interests of Maoshan.

I can only be a man with my tail between my legs.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Qian Yuandao.

"Then Lin Fan seems to be very powerful."

"If I want to hang out in Xiangxi in the future, I'm afraid I can only let it be slaughtered."

"You can only be a man with your tail between your legs!"

White Kendo.

They have already left Maoshan, and now they can only be regarded as casual cultivators. Xiangxi can respect Maoshan.

No one dared to offend Maoshan's interests easily.

Su Zitong was folded.

"You all have to be careful recently, don't provoke Maoshan if you have nothing to do!"

Shi Jian could only choose to retreat.

The Obon Festival on July [-]th is approaching.

Uncle Jiu took Qiusheng and Wencai back to Yizhuang.

On July [-]th, the Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts are wide open, allowing the ghosts imprisoned in the underworld to return to the yang world and enjoy the offerings in the yang world.

Uncle Jiu needs to come back and print ghost notes to be burned to the Yin people below.

Uncle Jiu is Sikong, the banknote printing department of the underworld, in charge of printing banknotes in the underworld.

On such an important festival, Uncle Jiu must personally preside over it.

Only he has this authority.

Uncle Jiu took Qiusheng and Wencai back to Yizhuang from the front-line construction team.

"Brother, you are back, how is the building over there?"

Lin Fandao.

"The main hall and the washroom have already been built over there.

As for the other practice rooms, the Sanqing Hall, it can be improved slowly. "

Uncle Jiu said.

Because of Marshal Long's soldiers, they took artillery and explosives to open the way.

So soon opened a road out.

The bricks and tiles can be transported in quickly, and the construction progress is very fast.

Some buildings have already been built.

It needs to be gradually improved later.

Then Uncle Jiu ordered Qiu Sheng to prepare the templates, paper and ink for printing banknotes.

Wencai came back for a trip, then went out again.

Then Uncle Jiu used templates and paper and ink to start printing banknotes.

Qiu Sheng took a ruler and a knife, and separated the printed notes one by one.

Qiu Sheng held a 5000 tael bill, and couldn't help saying, "Wow, 5000 taels, give me [-] taels, and I'll get rich!"

Seeing Qian's eyes open, Qiu Sheng said.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu heard it from behind and added a sentence.

"Take it all, you don't have to be polite."

Uncle Jiu said.

Only then did Qiu Sheng come to his senses and said, "By the way, master, didn't we only print 4000 taels last year? Why are 5000 taels printed this year?"

"Is the price going up? Everything above is added, and naturally there will be a little more below."

Uncle Nine said.

"Master, you have no human feelings, but you have a lot of ghostly feelings."

"No wonder the following will invite you to be Sikong, the money printing department."

Qiu Sheng said.