Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

The old zombie turned around and stared at Han Feng's neck with his mouth wide open, drooling from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this situation, the villagers all went all out, and once again picked up the large yellow talisman and rushed up to surround Lao Zang.

As a result, the opponent was furious again, and the yellow talisman was torn apart again.

no!Must make a big move!
Han Feng immediately realized that the power of this old man was not covered up, so he put away his playful heart.

After all, Uncle Nine was not around, so if something happened to him, he would not be able to control it.

Thinking of this, Han Feng closed his eyes and put his fingers together and twirled towards his forehead.

He yelled in a low voice, "Juling dispatches generals!"

A golden light hit Lao Zang's body.

For a moment, the old zombie who was furious a second ago became much more docile as if he had been bewitched by something.

The anger in his eyes dissipated and drifted away.

The two arms were drooping by the side and swayed back and forth.

"Hey! Is this zombie really under control! It doesn't attack anymore!"

"This young man has two skills!"

"I've seen those apprentices under Uncle Jiu's sect. I thought there were only two good-for-nothings, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. So there are such powerful apprentices!"

"Who is this young man! Is he really a disciple of Uncle Jiu? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"That's right! I heard that he joined Uncle Jiu's sect a year ago and is the youngest apprentice!"

"I heard that it was a waste material before, but now it looks so strong!"

"It seems that the rumors are not credible!"

Seeing that all the zombies were subdued, the villagers began to marvel at Han Feng's ability.

"Stop yelling for now, let's talk about it after we kill the zombies!"

"Yes, yes, this zombie is hard to deal with, don't slap your face for a while!"

People nervously clenched the various agricultural tools in their hands.

Here.

Han Feng ignored the chatter of the villagers.

He wholeheartedly performed the technique of Juling dispatching generals. He rarely had the opportunity to use this set of techniques, so he had to devote himself wholeheartedly.

Not long after, a mass of purple flame-like energy had gathered in his hands.

Tapped towards the zombie, the old zombie trembled suddenly, and walked into the grave with a mournful body.

"My mother! Why did this zombie go back!"

"It looks like I've lost my soul!"

"Ergou, don't yell if you don't understand, how can ghosts like zombies have souls!"

"Look, look, I'm going back!" Han Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Until Lao Zang was manipulated into the tomb, and shot a golden light towards the tomb.

Ah vomit!

The old zombie in the tomb called out.

The two zombies, Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, who stood blankly outside the tomb, walked towards the inside of the tomb in a daze.

Han Feng let the villagers have prepared the black dog's blood and poured it into the tomb.

Finally, a handful of glutinous rice mixed with cinnabar was lit and poured into the tomb.

what--

There were several screams from inside.

Waited 1 minute.

It wasn't until there was no movement inside that Han Feng summoned the villagers behind him and threw them inside.

Do it thoroughly, especially when dealing with that kind of rigidity.

A little carelessness will plant the seeds of disaster, and it will be the villagers around here who will be unlucky at that time.

Han Feng upholds the spirit of responsibility, and only when the place is tidied up properly can the work be considered complete.

The zombies were eliminated the next day, and the whole town cheered.

The saddest one is the old man Zhao who lost his two sons.

The most helpless thing in the world is this kind of white-haired people giving black-haired people.

Han Feng left the pendant torn from Da Zhuang Er Zhuang's body and gave it to old man Zhao Quan as a memory for the old man.

The other is the dead man's Aunt Hua.

Lying on Wang Qiang's dead body whose blood had been sucked dry by the old zombie, he howled.

There was still vicious cursing in his mouth.

As if the dead man was the fault of the whole village.

If it weren't for that Wang Qiang had to stand up and accuse Han Feng, maybe Xiao Ming's life would still be saved.

In the final analysis, who can blame this, or blame him for doing it himself.

This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy after death, and the people in the town admire Han Feng very much.

When he left, he not only gave money, but also some poultry raised by the family. The main reason is that this town is rich, much richer than Lingying Village.

Han Feng was walking back, with a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right.

Compared with what he did with Uncle Jiu before, this trip was very fruitful.

"When I get back to Wencai, I must be impatient to slaughter the chicken, haha."

Han Feng was proud of himself.

On the way, I checked the system panel, and the data on it showed that the newly harvested Yin evil energy had increased by 5% on the original basis!

Don't underestimate this 5%, now the distance from 100% is only the last 10%.

At that time, there will be another round of exciting rewards.

Maybe there will be some superb techniques.

Not to mention the system currency.

There are also "materials" sold by Wencai again...

Speaking of literary talents, Han Feng couldn't help being curious, that guy is like a miser, if you go to his room and stay for a while, you will definitely find money in every corner.

I don't know what's the use of hiding so much money. With such an old face, who's girl would fall in love with him.

Han Feng was even thinking that if he had the chance, he would take Wencai back to the real world and take him to a plastic surgery institution to have his face straightened.

Buy more moisturizing masks and the like.

Yizhuang gate.

Han Feng saw that the courtyard door was closed.

He took out the key from his waist, opened the door and walked in, threw the chicken and duck in his hand into the yard and shouted, "Master? Master!"

no one?

where did they go

Han Feng walked into the hall, poured a cup of cold water from the dilapidated teapot, and took two sips.

Only then did he catch a glimpse of a note left on the table.

"Master took you, Shiji, to your aunt's place."

Looking at the crooked words on the note, Han Feng couldn't help laughing.

Uncle Jiu's education level is not high, and every time he writes something, he always writes a lot of typos.

Han Feng was already full when he left Hanjia Town.

Lock up the chickens and ducks in the yard, go back to the room and start practicing.

Not to mention, the old zombie in Hanjia Town contributed a wave of Yin evil energy, and the true energy in his body continued to increase rapidly.

After a few sticks of incense passed, Han Feng had almost cultivated, and walked out of the courtyard with all his true energy gathered.

At this time the sky darkened again.

"Master and Senior Brother, will you not come back tonight?" It's boring to stay in Yizhuang by yourself.

I haven't seen Wencai and Qiusheng for the past two days, and it's unnatural that my ears are clear.

Han Feng changed into clean clothes, went to the town to buy some things, and then went to see Aunt Cane.

Han Feng came out of a rouge shop and carefully put the rouge carefully packaged by the shop in his pocket.

At this time, a group of people in uniform rushed over from across the street and surrounded Han Feng.

The leader came over from behind and looked down at Han Feng condescendingly.

"What are you doing sneakily here!" Ah Wei scolded Han Feng without asking any questions.

Han Feng sneered, "Hey, isn't this a four-eyed dog?"

"What are you talking about! I think you want to go to prison! Someone..."

"Wait! Why did you arrest me for no reason! You need evidence to arrest someone!"