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

Wen Cai was woken up by Uncle Jiu, and cried out what happened to him.

After talking intermittently, Uncle Jiu finally understood the cause of the matter.

The veins popped up on Qiu Sheng's forehead, and he said angrily, "You bastard! The coachman deliberately dragged you to the zombie village, clearly to trick you, did you feed the dogs what Master usually taught you?! You use The technique killed him! You bastard!"

Seeing Wen Cai's useless appearance being bullied, Qiu Sheng was so angry that he died.

I can't wait to go to the coachman to settle accounts now!
Uncle Jiu frowned and stared at Wen Cai, "Are you sure that village is full of zombies?"

Normally speaking, it is normal for a few zombies to appear within a hundred miles. Even if there is a large group of zombies, it is usually controlled by exorcists.

But the zombie village Wen Cai mentioned sounds like a deserted village.

Moreover, the zombies were locked in the yard, and no zombies could be seen walking on the streets of the village. According to this, something serious happened in that place!
Wen Cai was tricked this time, so he was counted into it, but if someone accidentally strayed into the village, or a child ran into it out of fun, things would get serious.

The more Uncle Jiu thought about it, the more worried he became.

"There must be no one." Wen Cai said firmly, "I was so thirsty at the time, I wanted to go to the villager's house to ask for a glass of water, but when I lay on the crack of the door, I almost died of fright. The yard was full of zombies!"

Wen Cai couldn't help shivering after speaking.

"Let's go!" Uncle Jiu stood up, took down the mahogany sword hanging on the wall, and took a stack of talismans from the cabinet beside him and put them into his arms, "There are zombies in the whole village, and no one cares about them. It’s not a trivial matter! Now that we know about it, there’s absolutely no reason to just sit back and do nothing!”

Uncle Jiu has always been just and kind-hearted, so he would definitely not stand idly by when something like this happens.

Qiu Sheng was ready to leave early, looked at Wen Cai, "Master, let Wen Cai stay in Yizhuang to recuperate, we are enough!"

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded, "Wen Cai stays here, you and A Feng will follow me."

"Huh? Where's Afeng?"

Only then did everyone realize that Han Feng had long since disappeared from the hall.

In the room, Han Feng closed the door and packed up the props to exorcise ghosts, "A whole village of zombies! Be good, this time I'm going to get rich!"

Han Feng is different from Uncle Jiu. Every time he hears that a place is haunted, he is happier than anyone else.

Unexpectedly, Wencai was so lucky that he even ran into the zombie's lair, why didn't he have such a good life.

I just thought about this in my heart, and I couldn't make Wencai pissed off if I said it.

After all, that guy had just escaped from the zombie lair, so he was barely scratched to death by the zombies.

The first one subdued the magic baby yesterday, and among the bunch of magic weapons rewarded by the system is a supreme Yin-Yang gossip mirror, which belongs to the high-grade magic weapon and is of a very high rank.

Han Feng put it into his arms smoothly.

I stuffed some magic talisman glutinous rice, and carefully packed a box of rooster blood and a box of black ink.

When he opened the door, he saw Qiusheng standing outside, raising his hand and preparing to knock on the door.

"Let's go, Junior Brother, I'll be waiting for you! Why is Moji in there?"

"Nothing, let's go!"

Before leaving, Wen Cai warmed some food in a hot pot, heated a pot of hot water on the stove, put the medicine powder on the table, settled everything, and then the three masters and apprentices left Yizhuang with peace of mind.

Qiusheng kicked the stones at his feet aside, turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, you haven't said a word all this way, are you still worried about Wencai? Don't worry, he has some skin injuries. We're definitely going back!"

"I know, I'm wondering if the route given to us by Wencai is correct. If we go any further, we'll have to go to Geliaozhuang!"

Uncle Jiu simply stopped to rest.

Just revisit the route.

Qiusheng sat down to drink water, and muttered, "Afeng went to explore the way, he should be back after walking for so long."

At this moment, a voice sounded not far away.

Looking up, I saw a carriage walking towards them.

It was Han Feng sitting in the carriage.

"This kid is really rich now, he has to put on a show wherever he goes, such a quick kung fu carriage is called!" Qiu Sheng laughed.

The master and the apprentice stepped forward, but seeing that the driver on the carriage had a strange expression on his face, he tightened the reins and begged Han Feng for mercy.

"Hey Taoist, just let me go, I really don't know that place well, just give me the antidote and let me go!"

The coachman begged bitterly.

Han Feng ignored him, and went straight to Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng, "Master, this man is a coachman who harms literary talents. I was looking for a car just now and this guy tried to trick me, so I saw it."

Before Uncle Jiu could speak, Qiu Sheng rushed to the coachman, rolled up his sleeves and beat him up.

"Made! Let you bully my junior brother! Let you cheat and swindle people for money! Let you harm people! I let you harm people!"

The coachman wailed.

Keep begging for mercy, "Grandpa, spare your life! Forgive your life! Don't dare again!"

Qiu Sheng was fighting vigorously when Uncle Jiu shouted, "Okay, if you kill him, who will lead us?"

"That can't be cheap, you bastard!" Qiu Sheng said, angrily hitting his face with another punch.

The coachman's face was beaten into a pig's head, Han Feng couldn't help laughing, "As long as you take us to the zombie village, I will give you the antidote."

The three masters and apprentices threatened and threatening, jumped into the car and rushed to the zombie village.

"Junior brother, what kind of deadly poison did you give him to scare him so much?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously in a low voice.

Han Feng covered his mouth and snickered, "Going out in a hurry, I don't have the time to bring medicine, but I rubbed a donkey dung from the side of the road, who is to blame for his cowardice?"

Qiu Sheng laughed loudly when he heard the words, "Junior brother, you are a real bamboo shoot, you have taken all the bamboo shoots on this mountain! Hahahaha..."

Uncle Jiu squinted his eyes and took a nap, and the two brothers and sisters talked and laughed all the way.

Soon the sun was fading.

It was getting dark, but the coachman stopped on a dirt road overgrown with weeds.

"Why don't you leave?" Han Feng asked, poking his head.

"My lords, I really dare not go any further. The things inside are not fake. That guy can jump up to three feet high!"

When the coachman said this, he looked terrified.

"You knew there was a problem in this village, but instead of reporting it to the officials, you used it to make money for yourself. Do you think we will let you go?"

Before the coachman opened his mouth, Han Feng kicked it off, "Since you don't want to go, and we don't force you, then you can walk back by yourself, but the sun is about to set, and there will inevitably be dangers in this wilderness." There are wild ghosts haunting you, but you don’t have to worry, at most they will entangle you, and then go home with you and slowly suck up the yang energy in your body, and take you to the Palace of the King of Hell together.”

"Yes! My lords, I'll take you there!"

Less than 10 minutes after the carriage walked in the half-person-high grass, the coachman jumped down and pulled away a few waves of dry grass, revealing the stone behind which the words "Zombie Village" were engraved crookedly.

"Zombie Village???"

Qiu Sheng couldn't believe it.

Zombie Village was originally called by a few of them casually, but they didn't expect it to be called so.

The swollen pig's head of the coachman smiled foolishly, "I, I carved it."

"Cao!" Qiu Sheng kicked up, "You have nothing to do to engrave the zombie village!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, didn't I just do this for convenience when coaxing people, the right road in this village has been sealed off, and I can only get in through the dog hole behind the rock."

The coachman put his hands into his two wide cuffs, stomped his feet coldly, "This place is very haunted, can I, not go in?"

Uncle Jiu took a big stride, stepped on the rock, turned over and jumped directly into it.

Qiu Sheng also followed closely.

"If you want to save medicine, stay here and wait for us."

After speaking, Han Feng jumped into the village directly.